Beizheng Street, Dongzheng Street, Nanzheng Street and Beizheng Street, four broad "main streets" define the scope of the inner city.
Within the four main streets is the inner city.
Beyond the main street is the inner city river which is not very wide.
On the other side of the river is the outer city. When Xu Guangling and others first came to the county, they lived in the outer city, which was only separated from the inner city by a river.
But in fact, ordinary people cannot cross this river in their lifetime.
In fact, there are ordinary people in the inner city, but those ordinary people are more or less related to cultivators. They themselves, or their children, are qualified to step into the cultivator class.
But this is impossible for real ordinary people.
Lopp is ten years old this year.
His father had a small stall selling sesame cakes on East Street, and Luopu had been a powerful helper since he was seven years old.
In other words, this ten-year-old boy has been the breadwinner of the family for three or four years. If nothing unexpected happens, Luopu will take over his father's position and become the owner of this stall in the future.
This kind of life is a bit tiring, but it cannot be called hard work, especially hard.
Their life is much better than that of many ordinary families. At least every ten or twenty days, they can buy some meat to reward their family.
Large pieces of meat, paired with their own sesame seed pancakes that are crispy on the outside but soft on the inside, is simply the most beautiful treat.
That time was also the day that Luopu looked forward to the most.
Every morning, after the sun rises, the stall is opened, and every evening, when the sun is about to set, the stall is closed.
Luopu and his father had walked from home to the street countless times, and countless times, the young boy would look at the river around him and the scenery across the river with a confused and longing look.
There are trees on both sides of the river, but they are not too dense.
The river is not too wide either.
To put it simply, walking on this side of the river, you can occasionally see the scenery on the other side of the river.
Although most of the time what you can see is only the high-walled compound, but occasionally a glimpse of something other than the high-walled compound will make a young boy envious and imagine it for a long time.
A ten-year-old boy is already quite young, especially for Luopu.
Maybe he didn't understand anything when he was seven years old, but in the past three years, "seeing the world" on the street has made him understand a lot of things without even realizing it.
For example, there are some things on the other side of the river that he passes twice every morning and evening.
"The people who live there are all cultivators."
"It's not just the master, there are also the young master and the young lady. They are as good-looking as the other, tsk tsk!"
Yes, Lopp agrees with that.
Strongly agree.
Last year, he remembered that day in August, and even the number in August, the 23rd!
That day, when he was leaving the stall, he and his father were walking on the road normally. He also looked at the other side of the river from time to time, and then suddenly his eyes went straight.
The pace also stopped.
He saw a very good-looking little girl.
The little girl appeared in his sight and disappeared in just an instant.
And for a moment, there was no time to look at it too much.
But in just that moment, this little boy deeply realized what it means to be so beautiful that one loses his soul.
After coming back to his senses, the young man looked at his hands, feet, and clothes. He then reached out and touched his ears and hair inexplicably, then lowered his head and continued walking forward with his father.
I never thought it was anything before.
But at this moment, the young boy felt that he was out of place.
It was incompatible with the beauty he saw just now.
The days continued, except that the young boy became a little silent for no reason, but secretly, he paid more attention to the discussions on the street about the cultivators in the inner city.
Across the river, he never saw that pretty little girl again, but he saw more other people.
Many are middle-aged and elderly.
Regardless of whether they are middle-aged or elderly people, they are all different from what teenagers see every day.
The clothes are different.
Even if we don’t mention clothing, many other things are different.
The young man couldn't describe it, couldn't describe it in a prepared way, he just knew that it was different.
It's a big, big difference that can be seen at a glance!
Slowly, the young man understood.
The river that he could cross with a few splashes actually separated two completely different worlds.
An ordinary day.
After going out and closing the stall for the day and having dinner, the boy fell asleep normally.
Today's sleep seems a little different.
After waking up in the morning, the boy sat on the bed a little dazedly.
Last night, he seemed to have had a dream?
The use of "seem" does not mean that he has forgotten whether he had dreamed or not, nor does it mean that he only remembers dreaming but forgot the content of the dream, but...
But he remembers that dream clearly and has not forgotten it at all!
What made it even more difficult for the young boy to believe it was that the content of the dream was so weird that he couldn't believe it at all.
Throughout the whole day, Luopu was distracted.
When I was brushing my teeth, I almost pricked my mouth.
While eating, my throat was burned directly by the hot soup instead of almost.
As for when he went out to the stall, the young man made many mistakes and was directly scolded by his father.
Finally I got through the day and closed the stall in the evening.
When he was about to go home as usual, Lopu tapped his toes on the ground for a long time, and finally made a request to his father.
"What, you are looking for a bridge that leads to the other side of the river?"
"There will be someone waiting for you there to take you to the inner city?"
After the unbelievable rage, my father was deeply worried, a little suspicious that his kid might have gone too far and gone crazy. He even raised his hand, ready to slap the kid.
Heavy.
Let him wake up.
But just when the big hand, which had been burnt by smoke all year round, was about to cover the boy's pretty little face, the father hesitated.
The look in the young man's eyes made his father tremble unconsciously.
The father never thought that his son's eyes could show such a complicated look.
Unknowingly, this kid spinning around at his feet has grown up!
The father hesitated, but finally said: "Let's go!"
"Let's go over and take a look!"
"If you don't see the person you want to see, you can go home immediately!"
My father didn't believe what Lopu said, but just decided to indulge his youthful ambition. He was also a teenager.
My father’s steps were heavy.
The young man's steps were jumping with excitement, but there was also hesitation in the excitement, which was a lot of uncertainty.
In fact, the young man himself also doubted whether his dream was caused by his own random thoughts.
But the dream was too real and too clear.
If he doesn't confirm it, he really won't be willing to die...