tea sellers and soldiers

Tingxi Town is still the same, but there are many fewer acquaintances.The tea house at home is still the same, and Wu Qing even feels that the shape of the dust on the window sill of the small kitchen is the same as before.The Duan family's parents are still in good health, but they haven't seen each other for a few years, and their temples are stained with more silver frost.

The paper lanterns hanging in the teahouse were painted a mildewy green by Meiyu, and Wu Qing replaced them, and re-hanged the lanterns in Jianpu.

He took an oil-paper umbrella to the street to buy things. The bluestone slab was glazed by the spring rain. Wu Qing lowered his head and saw himself smiling from the bluestone slab. Such joy.

"Hey, hey, have you heard? The barbarian is over this time?" "How should I say it?" Wu Qing raised her eyes to look at the voice, and it was still Li Yun who was talking about new things with joy, "That group of barbarians One of the captives turned against the leader, and the army colluded with the government directly killed their leader."

Wu Qing shook his head with a smile, if he had been the first one to inquire about it back then.Now there is no urge to step forward.Everything seems to be the same as before, except that Duan Shaofeng is no longer there.

But Duan Shaofeng's shadow is everywhere here.The owner of the dim sum shop on West Street has changed. Old man Yang was still in charge back then, and he took extra care of the two of them.

When Wu Qing was a child, he was so greedy that he didn't know how to restrain himself. Relying on his cute appearance, he always smiled and showed two small canine teeth, raised a finger and blinked and said to the shopkeeper: "Grandpa Yang, can you give me an extra piece? a small piece."

Whenever Duan Shaofeng thinks he is ashamed at this time, he pats his raised little finger and raises his eyebrows. The villain who is less than ten years old insists on acting like a big patriarch: "You little rascal, why are you so disrespectful?" I know I'm ashamed." Although he said so, he still bought an extra catty for him to eat.

Wu Qing innocently asked him: "Why can't I ask Grandpa Yang for more food, but I can eat a lot from you? Is it because Brother Feng likes me more?"

Duan Shaofeng was less than ten years old at that time, and hugged him with a smile: "We are brothers, and he is an outsider, how dare you take advantage of others."

The young Wu Qing agreed with his point of view very much: "Then I can take advantage of you at will?" Duan Shaofeng slapped his chest proudly, with a little doting on his younger brother in his eyes: "Take whatever you want."

There is a tall sweet-scented osmanthus tree at the corner of Carpenter Lane. Every autumn, Duan Shaofeng would take him to pick some sweet-scented osmanthus to make wine.

When Wu Qing was 14 years old, he rode on Duan Shaofeng's shoulder, holding a pole and a basket in his hand, and went to reach it happily, but accidentally almost fell off his shoulder.At that time, Shaofeng was angry and frightened, frowning nervously to check if there were any bruises on his body.

Wuqing lifted up her clothes with a smile and told him that she was fine, but for some reason Duan Shaofeng blushed slightly as he stared at his exposed calf, and quietly turned his head away.

Wu Qing shook his head with a smile, the images that appeared in front of his eyes suddenly dissipated, the rain fell quietly, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, Wu Qing stood on the familiar street of his hometown but felt like a stranger.

A month later, all the old acquaintances in Tingxi Town knew that the youngest son of Lao Tan's family had stopped selling tea and sold swords, and this became the biggest miracle among the old Tingxi people.

Consciously or unintentionally, they ran to the door of the store to join in the fun, because they really couldn't figure out what relationship that delicate young man could have with the sword.

"Bon voyage, we must come back safe and sound." Lin Luo, the little girl back then, is now at the age of the golden hairpin. She doesn't understand why Wu Qing's brother doesn't look up at the guests, but just lowers his head and smiles faintly.Lin Luo also saw a bit of inexplicable tenderness in that smile.

Lin Luo panicked, didn't Wu Qing like brother Shaofeng the most?But soon she remembered that her mother told her that brother Shaofeng might have died on the battlefield.She sighed sadly, not knowing who to feel sorry for.

But soon she found out that Brother Wu Qing didn't seem to like someone else, he would smile so faintly to all the guests, and would say to them "must come back safely".

One afternoon Wuqing's shop business was relatively quiet, Lin Luo couldn't help but came in and asked him: "Brother Wuqing, have you fallen in love with someone else?" Wuqing was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then said a little funny: " No, I only like brother Shaofeng, liking someone is a lifetime thing."

Soon the Hu people fell into internal strife because of the death of the leader, and all the troops assembled in the Central Plains counterattacked and drove the Hu people to the westernmost edge of the grassland.The Yangtze River has once again become an inland river, and the Central Plains has been shrouded in war for nearly ten years, and finally sees the sun again.

When the news reached Tingxi Town, the whole town cheered and celebrated.No one will ever need to buy a sword again, Wu Qing sat on the ponytail in front of the small shop, staring blankly at the blue sky that was especially refreshing after the rainy season.

The war ended like this, as if everyone had a new life.Only the dead bones in the battlefield slowly rot amidst the sound of firecrackers.

Wu Qing laughed at himself, back then he only knew how to stuff some tea in Duan Shaofeng's bag, thinking that the war was just a big show.If, at the beginning, he could give Duan Shaofeng a sharp sword, would Duan Shaofeng not have died?

Wuqing shook her head with a smile and closed the shop door.He was going to go to Hangzhou to have a look. Duan Shaofeng died in battle in Hangzhou. He was going to search for his body, even if he couldn't find it, he still wanted to pay homage to it.

The things in the sword shop are almost cleared away, but there are still a few swords that have not been taken back.Standing behind the counter, Wuqing lowered his head and wiped his sword. He suddenly heard the door being pushed open. He continued his work and said with downcast eyes, "It's closed, and it won't be open in the future. Please come back, sir."

The man was silent for a moment, then he said, "I'm not here to buy a sword." Wu Qing raised his head abruptly.

Duan Shaofeng has changed a lot from before. Before, he was just a big fool with some strength and arrogance. He always carried the smell of dry haystacks on his body. He was a simple, honest and hearty young man.

Now the man standing in front of Wu Qing is tall and solemn, the lines on his face are extremely tense, and he is not angry and majestic.Wu Qing took a step back in a daze, knocking his head on the cabinet behind him.

Duan Shaofeng smiled suddenly at the moment when Wu Qing raised his head and kowtowed, the lines of his whole face softened, and there was a shyness unique to country men on his face, which was completely different from just now.

Wu Qing stared wide-eyed at the well-made clothes on his body, and raised her hand to wring it on her arm.Duan Shaofeng hurried forward and grabbed his hand that only wanted to torture him, frowned and said: "What is this for?"

Wu Qing's eyes suddenly turned red, and he desperately tried to pull his hands out, but Duan Shaofeng clenched them even tighter. "Wuqing, Brother Feng is back, I'm sorry."

The tense mind collapsed in an instant, and Wu Qing felt that everything was extremely absurd. If everything in front of him was true, why was there no news of Duan Shaofeng being alive.If it wasn't real, was he dreaming again?

"Four years ago, I was captured by the barbarians in Hangzhou. Before the war, I exchanged tokens and suicide notes with a few close friends. I was afraid that something would happen to me, and the suicide note could be sent back to my loved one. I never wanted to take my suicide note. My brother died fighting in the defense of the city."

Wu Qing stared at him blankly, and found that Duan Shaofeng already had a few white hairs on his head.Duan Shaofeng raised Wu Qing's face nervously and distressedly: "Don't cry, brother Feng is back?" tears.

Wu Qing pushed him away, and barely held back her crying: "Are you a high official now?" Duan Shaofeng chuckled: "It's just a general, and I'm going to take off my armor too." "Then you married a wife all these years Is it gone?"

Duan Shaofeng never expected that he would ask this question, he spread his hands and said with a smile: "Don't worry about the daughter-in-law's affairs, you are discussing it now." Wu Qing's face turned red again, I don't know whether it was from anger or shame.

Duan Shaofeng took a step forward with a little tentativeness, and gently hugged Wu Qing in his arms: "I am in the enemy camp but my heart is always with you. I have not been able to send a single letter these years, I am really sorry for you. But can you give Brother Feng another chance, and let me spend the rest of my life with you."

Wu Qing looked up at this familiar yet unfamiliar man, feeling that her eye disease was about to recur again: "Who will believe your nonsense."

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River was pattering, dispelling the bloody smell that had stagnated for many years.Tan's tea house reopened, and the osmanthus trees at the corner of Carpenter Lane bloomed with layers of flowers.The mountains and rivers have recovered, the moon is thousands of miles away, and it is a good time for Mid-Autumn Festival.

The author has something to say: It's over!After that, I will save the draft of the long salted egg hahaha