[sd doujinxianliu] Jinse Wuxian fifty strings

[sd doujin/xianliu] Jinse fifty strings for no reason

Author: Qing He

I don’t know how to copywriting, I don’t know how to make a long story short, and then I am a detail-oriented writer.

Jinse has no end in fifty strings, a string of thoughts and a string of years.

Content tags: Commoner Life Farming Wen Qiangqiang

Search keywords: Protagonist: Akira Sendo, Kaede Rukawa┃Supporting role: Hikoichi Aida┃Others: Senryu

Article basic information

Article Type: Derivative-Pure Love-Modern Modern-Anime

Perspective of the work: subject and subject

Style of work: drama

The series it belongs to: Hair grows out of roses-[This life is only crazy for immortals]

Article progress: completed

Number of characters: 18913 characters

Zither Unprovoked Fifty Strings

Inscription:

One String, One Pillar

Yanyi worked as a reporter in the provincial capital for several years, and the articles he published in the early years were unremarkable and unnoticed. After two years of experience, he became famous and became a busy year.Recently, I want to relieve the pressure and plan to go to the countryside.

Want to enjoy a little country atmosphere.

Before going out, due to occupational diseases, he threw the camera in his pocket without saying a word and took it with him.

The little-known Quetong Village is like when Yanyi first entered the provincial capital.It is a few hours' drive away from the provincial capital, sitting in the middle of two big mountains, not accessible to traffic, underdeveloped, and even a little backward, because the geographical location is always foggy, as if isolated from the world.

I thought of a very thoughtful description for this destination, clean.

Yan Yi wondered if he had gone astray.

I couldn't find the road sign of the Sanchakou. The car arrived at the station in the town and walked a few kilometers all the way to come here. The townspeople said that they saw the road sign of the Sanchakou and walked 200 meters forward. Take the one on the left, about half an hour, and you will arrive at Quetong Village.

Surrounded by corn fields, the stalks stand on both sides of the sheep's intestines, and the green is taller than others. It is the harvest time, and the tops of the stalks are golden yellow.

Yan Yijue heard the sound of someone harvesting.

There are crickets in the clustered corn stalks.

It was not early.

Yan Yi followed the source of the sound and walked inside, wanting to ask for directions.

It is no more crowded than the outside, and the closer the corn stalks are, the sparser they are. It is obvious that a lot has been harvested, and a busy figure can be vaguely seen from the gap.

"Why did you go the wrong way again?"

Yan Yi was taken aback.

I looked around, but I didn't find anyone around, the silent mountains.

"What are you doing standing there?"

Yanyi turned his gaze back, only to realize that the corn stalks in front of him were being moved, and someone was approaching.

"Yes... are you talking to me?" Yan Yi tried to respond out loud.

The walking steps stopped suddenly, and the man asked back, "Who are you?"

Yanyi thought of the back that he had just vaguely seen through the cracks in the corn stalks.

Overjoyed in my heart, I walked through the few stalks in front of me in two or three steps, "Hi, I'm from the provincial capital, and I can't find my way. Do you know how to get to Sanchakou?"

This face-to-face fight made Yan Yi a little surprised. Hearing that voice, he never thought that there would be such a big distance from his actual age.

He is old, but tall, with silver-white hair, and the deep and shallow traces of time on his face are almost growing together.

The man looked at Yan Yi a few times, and said indifferently, "Oh, I recognized the wrong person just now."

"Uh, it's okay," Yan wondered if this person listened to his asking for directions? "Then tell me, do you know how to get to Sanchakou?"

"This is."

Yan Yi was puzzled and scratched his head, "But I didn't see the signpost. I heard from the people in the town that I could see the signpost, and then I walked straight for 200 meters, but I couldn't find any signposts, how can I go straight?"

The man suddenly stopped talking, thought for a while, dropped the sickle in his hand and started looking for something.

Yan stood on the sidelines and watched him walk back and forth several times on the exposed land after harvesting, and his hands and feet were not very agile.

After a while, he stepped directly out of the corn field and picked up something next to the sheep intestine that Gang Yan had walked through.

It's a coat.

Then the man pointed to the place where the thing was held.

Yan Yi looked in the direction, and the stone tablet engraved with the characters "Sanchakou" came into view impressively.

"I didn't have a place to put my clothes, so I covered them first, but I didn't think about it for a while." The man shook his coat off the hood, folded it back, and squatted on the ground among the piles of corn stalks.

"Grandpa, are you a villager here? Then you must know how to get to Quetong Village, can you give me more specific directions?"

The man ignored him and said, "Just follow what you just said."

Yan Yi hurriedly thanked him, and went on his way.

At dusk, the sunset glow reddened the entire sky, shining brilliantly, covering all the original colors of the sky under that splendor.Yanyi looked up a few times, and it seemed a little different from the sky in the provincial capital. He felt itchy after thinking about it, and took out the camera from his pocket to take a few photos, planning to take it out in the provincial capital when he went back. Check out the comparison.

Along the way, I met many fellow travelers with their families and mouths, carrying a hoe and leading a cow, holding the child in the other hand, walking barefoot on the uneven road, talking and laughing, with a rather strong accent, not all listening I understand, the children's giggling laughter mostly covered up the content of the conversation.

Yan Yi continued to shoot, and the crowd noticed this sudden presence, and the ongoing conversation paused.

A little embarrassed, I smiled embarrassedly, but still didn't put the camera away.

The simplicity of the people in the mountains, most of them glanced over curiously, then turned around and picked up the conversation that had just been interrupted.

The camera followed the lively atmosphere just now and wanted to keep some memories.

Yan Yi realized that he was stepping on a rather burly shadow, and was deformed by the afterglow of the setting sun.

When I looked up, I saw that he was not too small. I estimated his age in his [-]s or [-]s by looking at his face. Holding a pole, he greeted the group of people and then passed him by.

Yan Yi's eyes did not run over the big man, watching him go far away, he suddenly felt that such a tall body was very familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Someone in front yelled "I got home" and started to play around. Yan Yi didn't think too much about it and followed the crowd. Sure enough, within a few minutes, he saw a stone tablet the same size as Gang Sanchakou, engraved with Que Tong Village.

Yan Yi squatted at the gate of the village to worry, the sun was setting and the smoke had cleared away.

I forgot to book a hotel in the town in advance, and now although I have been entertained by a warm family, where to stay is a problem.

There is a stranger living in the house for no reason, and anyone who tells this story will think it is unreliable.

Playing children, in groups, swayed from the front, and swayed again.

Yan felt that his thoughts were seriously disturbed and he couldn't concentrate.

After thinking about it, I crouched in front of the stone tablet at the gate of the village with my head in my arms and continued to ponder.

In his sight, there was a black shadow on the ground approaching, and when he realized that it was about to fall on him, Yan raised his head in a hurry, and it was knocked to the ground.

Before falling down, he couldn't see what the unknown object was.

"Hmm, what's up?"

Someone spoke, and it sounded like an elderly person, but that's not the point. Yan Yi touched the sore spot, and it hit his nose.

"do not know."

The voice was familiar, and I had heard it before, but this was not the point. As soon as Yan touched a liquid, it came out of his nostrils.

In a hurry, I covered my bag first, and didn't lose the camera, so I quickly got up from the ground to see what happened.

Two porters.

Two tall porters with gray hair.

They all carried the corn stalks that hadn't been peeled off, two big bundles, like a hill hanging from both ends of a pole, almost hanging down to the ground.

Ming Yanyi, who was walking in front, was recognized.

Just the old man who ran into the wrong person at the three-way intersection today.

The one behind is really unimpressive.

Yan Yi wanted to say something, but was preempted.

"You're okay?"

As he spoke, he walked forward and got closer to Yan Yi, and then he suddenly realized, isn't this the one who walked out of the village with a pole and greeted the group of elders?

After saying this, he remembered that he still had a nosebleed. Yan searched his pockets but found no tissue or anything like that.

"It's just... a little blood..."

The man smiled and said, "I probably didn't notice you squatting there just now and bumped into it. I'm sorry. If you don't mind, go to my house to deal with it. It's ugly to be bleeding all the time."

After thinking about it, there was no other way, Yan nodded, and followed behind the old man who talked to him.

The two old men were almost walking side by side, Yan Yi was behind, as if he could see two identical figures from the back.

He still maintains a straight spine and a broad back, and it can be vaguely seen that he must have been strong and powerful when he was young, and he was full of heroism.

The setting sun, which is about to sink to the bottom, gradually takes away the little golden color, which looks a bit blurry.

"Did I tell you, look more when you go in and out, and don't keep your eyes on the top of your head."

"He bumped into it."

"Why did he bump into you while squatting there?"

"My eyesight is bad, hum."

This was the only conversation Hikoichi heard clearly, even though it sounded funny.

The two children bickered.

Maybe there really is a saying of rejuvenation.

The most common old house in the countryside, squatting on a high platform built of stone slabs, grass grows in the cracks of the stone slabs that form the steps, and it is a little yellow.

The old man's house is quite clean, but it's a bit messy, and it's probably because of this reason that Li Yanyi didn't see the hostess even when he wanted to enter the house.After all, there are not many men who can do housework.

The old man who just talked to him twisted out the hot towel, and went to the other direction of the folding stove, without saying a word, Yan thought it was really cold.

Wiping the almost dried blood around his nose in the mirror, he couldn't stop talking, "Old man, what's your name?"

The figure sitting beside the gate peeling corn didn't move, "Isn't it good to call you the old man?"

"But there are two old men, what should I call them?"

"Well, let me think about it."

After a while, he turned around, narrowed his eyes with a smile, "You