In those years, the cultivators we cut together

The life in Peony Town is no different from the life of most mortals. It is ordinary, quiet, and the time passes by neither fast nor slow. This is especially true for Lin Xiaolu. Occasionally, when he is a little drunk after drinking, he does not know how much time passes by. sky.

Yingge, a brothel girl, received a sum of compensation that was not cheap for her, and left Furongfang to take care of her mother who was seriously ill and bedridden with peace of mind.

For Yingge's mother, Lin Xiaolu has no plans to treat her, because Yingge's mother is not so much sick, it is better to say that it is the root cause of the disease caused by dragging Yingge to grow up when she was young, and her age. It is true that the time has come, so even if the disease is cured, it will not last long.

Lin Xiaolu thought.Yingge can be by her side in the last days of the old man and make the old man happy, which is a kind of sober filial piety in itself.

He has a thorough understanding of life and death.

Today is New Year's Eve, the tavern is not doing much business, most of the guests are at home to eat dumplings with their families, but fortunately, Lin Xiaolu has met a little girl, who is currently making dumplings under his guidance.

"Send the dumplings I made to Yingge and her mother later, and we will eat the ones you made."

"Ah~ Don't ask me, Shopkeeper Xiaolin, the dumplings I made are so ugly."

Under the orange candlelight, Ling Wei, whose hands and face were full of flour, looked at the dumplings made by Lin Xiaolu without tears, then looked at the crooked melons and dates she made, and finally looked beggingly at the dumplings lying on the rocking chair. Lin Xiaolu.

"I'll just eat a bowl of your dumplings, okay? Don't eat more." She begged pitifully.

Lin Xiaolu, who was flipping through the brochure, scolded with a smile: "Look, how fat have you become in the past two days and still eat? Take me to Beiyao Sect tomorrow, when your lady Jiedan sees that you are so fat Don't scold me to death."

"Nonsense, I'm not fat at all, okay?" The girl said angrily, "It's called baby fat, okay?"

"Ah, yes, yes, 16-year-old baby, fat."

Ling Wei: ...(?`~??)

In the empty lobby of the tavern, the stove was crackling and emitting bursts of warmth. Lin Xiaolu was lying comfortably on the rocking chair, flipping through the brochures while drinking, while the girl continued to ask:

"Shopkeeper Xiaolin, we are leaving Peony Town tomorrow, do you want to say goodbye to Sister Yingge? And what about your tavern? Do you want it?"

Lin Xiaolu, who had just sipped his drink, smiled, took out a tightly wrapped envelope from his arms, and threw it on Ling Wei's dumpling chopping board.

"Give this letter to Yingge as well."

Ling Wei pinched the envelope with two fingers that were stained with flour, picked it up and looked at it curiously:

"What is this? A love letter?"

Lin Xiaolu: ...

"That's a farewell letter." Lin Xiaolu on the rocking chair helplessly corrected:

"There is also the title deed of the tavern, the trade certificate issued by the government, including the wine-making technology, I have written it all."

"Ah? You want to give your Lin Zhongju to Sister Yingge?" Ling Wei was shocked, and after the shock, she immediately put on a funny smirk:

"You gave her so many things, shopkeeper Xiao Lin, you still said that you are not interested in her."

Lin Xiaolu rolled his eyes, and said to this fool who fantasized about love all day long:

"We're leaving. It's useless to keep the store. The head of the village in Mudan Town and the magistrate of the county are not bad. They are good officials. I already talked to the head of the village in the afternoon. From now on, Yingge will run the pub here. We will collect [-]% more tax and use it to do good deeds in Mudan Town, repair the embankment, strengthen the school and so on."

"Oh~" Ling Wei nodded suddenly when she heard the words, and then she was a little confused:

"Shopkeeper Xiaolin, why don't you give it to Sister Yingge yourself? Are you going to leave without going to see her?"

Hearing this, Lin Xiaolu smiled, took a sip of wine, and said:

"One year in Peony Town, although the days are dull, the memories are still good...Since we have to leave, why do we need to see each other? If we want to see each other, we might as well not leave."

In the tavern, Ling Wei responded in a daze, and then continued to roll the dumpling wrappers while feeling melancholy:

"Hey, I'm envious of those of you who have ink in your belly, pretending to be so clear and refined. If I knew when I was a child, I should listen to my mother more and study hard."

"Pfft." Hearing the girl's emotion, Lin Xiaolu couldn't help laughing.

On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, Lin Xiaolu and Ling Wei, who had just met each other not long ago, ate a poor meal of dumplings, and then set off firecrackers at night when the New Year was approaching, and had a poor but warm New Year.

On the second day, on the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Lin Xiaolu fed the lark raised by the owner of the opposite door Buzhuang for the last time, and then followed Ling Wei and her four teachers and brothers, and left the place where he lived for a lifetime. old town.

About his departure, he didn't tell anyone except Yingge, and he didn't bring much luggage, a flat blue and white wine jug, a booklet, a pen, and nothing else. It was the same as when I first came to Peony Town, with empty hands and clean sleeves.

Maybe he brought it with him, the buffer and precipitation of a year of ordinary life after leaving Wangchuan.

The snow stopped, and the houses and streets in the town were all white. Just as the sun was rising, the sun shone on the crystal clear snow, shining a unique light of winter snow meeting the scorching sun.

The young man in fresh clothes and angry horse finally left, but what the young man didn't know was that not long after he left, there was a former brothel woman who came rushing across the white snow with a letter, and finally stopped at the entrance of the town. Chi stood up, facing the scorching sun that had just risen above the snow, weeping uncontrollably.

The young man wrote a lot in the letter to the girl in the brothel, mainly to thank the girl for her company over the past year, and the last sentence in the letter was written like this: —— A evening light, I say good night to Xieyang.

So far, the boy has never been back to that small town in the south of the Yangtze River all his life, and he has never seen the woman in the brothel again. But many years later, when the boy was chatting with his friends, he recalled it by chance. He said that he was very grateful to the brothel girl. Woman, because she helped herself when she lost the past, didn't know the future, and only had the present moment of confusion.

As for the specific story that happened, he didn't say much, maybe he forgot, after all, for that small town in the south of the Yangtze River, his appearance was only fleeting.

And the fact is true. Within a few years, he was completely forgotten by the residents of the town. No one remembered that there once was a benevolent and handsome shopkeeper Kobayashi who lived here, but the tavern that brewed unique wine is still It's open, the business is booming, and the proprietress, who used to be a brothel woman, will always sit on the bench in front of the door at dusk when there are few customers, looking at the golden setting sun outside the tavern, and softly say:..." Good night."