beg for chivalry

The silver millet is falling, the Qiong Fang is broken, the eaves and tiles of the fence are like plain silver, and the donkey and mule are dragging the heavy willow two-wheeled cart, leaving a series of deep marks on the snow.The sky looks gloomy and cold, but the corridors in the street are in full swing, because today is rushing to the temple market, the sellers of boots, shoes, cloth socks, steamed pork fat and white rice dumplings, and those who are dissolving are noisy and crowded together, as if It can boil for ten miles.

Aunt Mu kicked Wang Xiaoyuan up early in the morning, stumbled out of the lower room, and rushed to feed the mules and horses distiller's grain fodder, and paved the oil cleaning truck with cushions.He spent the night in the woodshed for the first few days. He was not afraid of the cold, but somehow he caught the cold, his head was dizzy, and his nose was dripping.Young Master Jin is going out today, and Zuo Sanniang will go with him.He caught a glimpse of Sanniang laughing at Yanyan with Jin Wuyan in the gap of the car shed, but he saw that she was wearing a beautiful water pattern embroidered skirt, and she was carefully painted with black and white, beautiful and beautiful, and she looked infatuated.Wang Xiaoyuan felt sore in his heart, closed his eyes timidly, and lowered his head.

At this moment, Zuo Sanniang ran over and knocked on the window: "Silly Xiaoyuan, stay there and don't move! We'll be up soon."

"No...moving?" Wang Xiaoyuan dragged his nose and asked ignorantly, "Why?"

Sanniang said: "Fool, you have to come too! I'll go to the street to get some medicine later, and I'll add more this time, so you need to help. Besides, didn't you also suffer from the cold?"

Wang Xiaoyuan didn't know what to say, so he got up in a hurry and said, "I...I'll sit in the front room with the handlebars." He bent his back, and was about to lift the curtain to get out of Fang Yu, but saw a figure blocking him first. before.Jin Wu looked up at him indifferently, dressed in squirrel fur, holding Mrs. Tang in his arms, and wrapped a circle of muslin on his pale forehead, covering the wound that was hit by Wang Xiaoyuan earlier.

Jin Wu pushed him hard, "Go in and sit down." Then he turned to Sanniang and said, "I have something to say to him, there is another car behind, and that one is more comfortable."

Zuo Sanniang's angry face was like a red fruit in season, but she obediently obeyed Young Master Jin's words and got into the car behind. Shouting "If you feel uncomfortable, tell me!" That's all, he got into the carport unconvinced.This made Wang Xiaoyuan more and more restless. He sat stiffly as if his whole body was nailed by iron rods, his back was hairy, and his eyes were rolling.Jin Wu stroked the hem of his clothes, walked around him and sat down, tapped the copper pot with his fingers, making a slight blunt sound that made people feel uneasy.

The mule carts move slowly, and from the carved windows, you can see the storehouses with red paper lanterns, and the small white powder walls and green eaves tiles are crowded together. A mass of black and moving heads.Wang Xiaoyuan's heart was pounding, he blew his nose with a handkerchief, his head was a little dizzy, and he leaned back on the cushion nervously.

"Master, what do you want to tell me...?" Wang Xiaoyuan asked mutteringly.Turning his head, he saw that Jinwu was not looking at him, his forehead was against the window pane, as if he was quietly staring at the snowflakes flying outside the car.

The tormenting silence lasted for a moment. The two had different thoughts, but they kept silent as if in tacit understanding.Every moment was extremely difficult, Wang Xiaoyuan was uneasy, and finally spoke hesitatingly. "I also have something... I want to talk to you. Let me talk first, okay?"

"My father is still my mother's deed of sale, is it still with you, young master? I...I want to redeem it, double the money, or double the money. There is no shortage of me as a handyman in the mansion. I'm stupid, my eyesight is not good, and I only cause trouble for you and Aunt Mu."

Wang Xiaoyuan turned his head, just in time to catch a glimpse of Jinwu moving his face over slowly, his eyes were as clear and shiny as Lin Lin, but suddenly there was a gloomy and cold air. "You want to go?"

"...Well." Wang Xiaoyuan hesitated.To be honest, he also felt that this request was a bit unimaginable, and he had never heard of a servant of the world who could escape from the master's hand.Even if there is, it is because the master wishes to accumulate virtue and good deeds, so that he will be able to let him go.He didn't think Jin Wu could show such kindness.

Jin Wu said. "It's not impossible. But it's not the time yet. It would be troublesome to hire some idlers to follow you. I'll let you go when your eyes are cured someday." He lowered his head and fiddled with the soup through the cloth bag The woman's handle made muffled noises, and suddenly asked, "Have you found the next owner?"

The two of them spoke unexpectedly calmly, but it seemed as if a storm was brewing in the dark clouds.The vague noise in the distance was like thunder, and Wang Xiaoyuan's heart began to shake like a storm.

"not yet…"

"Then don't expect me to find a good home for you," Jin Wu said, "There are many people who hate me in the world. Go ask Aunt Mu, maybe you can find a place to stay. .”

Wang Xiaoyuan became happy, and put a smile on his face with crooked eyebrows, Jinwu didn't get angry at him, at least he promised him to pack up and leave.It's just that the cure of the eye disease seems to be in the foreseeable future, he guessed that Jinwu didn't want him to be seriously ill, and wait for someone to poke his back after going out.

"Master, I remembered a story, and I don't remember who told it to me. It was about a fat elder in the fairy capital of Taoism, who was fond of birds. He kept chirping. One day when he was visiting mountains and rivers, he happened to meet a villager who was hunting birds. He caught a bunch of birds and bound their wings. It looked very miserable. The fat elder saw the birds crying I couldn't bear it, so I paid a few bucks to buy it back."

"After he bought the birds back, he provided them with good food and drink. They were kept in enamel gold and silver cages, with blue and white bowls and food jars, and they drank the snow melted from the plum petals. But the birds were very They are about to die, it’s not that the elders did not take care of them properly, it’s just that the wild birds that are used to fluttering are really hard to tame. They don’t recognize the white flour steamed buns in the food jars, and just want to go back to the forest to peck wild fruits to eat, the elders didn’t To save them, I just caught them from one cage to another." Wang Xiaoyuan looked at Jinwu seriously, and suddenly grinned, "Master, you are so kind, you will let me out of the cage?"

Jin Wu was just silent, there seemed to be a messy knot between his brows that couldn't be untied.

Sometimes Wang Xiaoyuan felt that he would be timid in front of him, but sometimes he couldn't help but want to say some sarcastic words.It was probably because Jin Wu was always so eccentric, and he had learned a bit from it.

"Wang Xiaoyuan, let me tell you a story too." Jinwu sneered suddenly, and said, "There is a bastard who was born to be scolded by others because he was not born well and grew up in a ravine full of villains. But he didn't believe it, and felt that he should not be a bastard, so he went through all kinds of hardships and endured the ridicule and scolding of others, and finally became a great benevolent person praised by the world."

"What happened next?" Wang Xiaoyuan asked anxiously.

"Later? Then he regretted it." Jin Wu said, "Because good people and evil people are always the same, they are names given by the world. It's just that good people can't help themselves. He wants to save someone, but everyone is looking forward to it." He saved all the people in the world. He wanted to go back, but everyone stopped him, trying to squeeze him out like oil residue. But he is also really stupid, and he really wants to kill the last drop of his blood. Squeeze it out."

The howling wind swirls in the cloud, and when it blows through the empty but complicated panes, it is chopped into pieces and shrill whimpers.Wang Xiaoyuan swallowed his saliva, and asked nervously: "Then... how is the person he wants to save now?"

Jin Wu didn't seem to expect that he would ask this question, and blinked blankly for a moment.They looked at each other suddenly and met each other's eyes.Jin Wu was stunned for a moment, then said: "...waiting."

"Wait?"

"Yes, it's just waiting. From the rising of the sun to the setting of the moon, from spring to winter, he has been waiting. Because he often does not distinguish between day and night, he writes a stroke on the wall every day that passes."

Wang Xiaoyuan remembered that there was an old wall in the courtyard, and he did not know how many lines were drawn in it.But the young master Qiang Jin had never been plastered, and he still stayed there.

"Then one day he figured it out..." Jin Wu leaned back and looked at the roof of the car in confusion. "Instead of relying on miracles that are difficult to happen before death, it's better to be desperate from the beginning." If you don't remember anything, then all the joys and sorrows of the past will disappear, and his waiting will be in vain.

They sat quietly in an embarrassing silence.The car gradually approached in front of the eaves of the Datong, surrounded by silhouettes of shoulder-to-shoulder figures and bustling voices.Wang Xiaoyuan was in a daze, when suddenly he felt a heavy weight on his shoulders, Jinwu seemed to be asleep while holding Mrs. Tang, and leaned his head on his shoulder.

This really frightened the little servant, he coughed a few times, moved his body stiffly, dropped one shoulder, and pushed his master away silently.

Jin Wu gasped slightly, frowned uncomfortably, and huddled tightly into a ball in the cloak.The mule cart stopped, Wang Xiaoyuan hurriedly lifted the curtain, jumped out of the cart, and from the corner of his eye saw his young master fell on the thin rattan board along the cushion, the copper pot fell down with a clatter, and fell on the board of the cart The nut, steaming hot water leaked all over the floor.This period of time was hard enough, he didn't dare to stay with this Yama-like master for another moment.

Sanniang poked her head out of the small window, instructing him with a bit of coquettish vigor: "Xiao Yuan, you go to the pharmacy in West Street and wait first, and wait for me and fifth brother... the young master to pack up and come back."

Wang Xiaoyuan answered vaguely, he didn't dare to turn his head to take another look, and immediately got into the crowd and fled away like a madman.

The wind and cold seemed to be getting worse, Wang Xiaoyuan's nose was running, his head was heavy, but his body was light, as if he was stepping on cotton with every step.

He followed the crowd to the wine shop, vaguely saw the waiter shuttle between the tables and chairs carrying a cage of hot pastry, he couldn't help but growl once or twice, and walked into the shop involuntarily .

A group of porters crowded together like dark clouds in the shop. Everyone unloaded their burdens and sat around a dilapidated willow platform, looking obsessively at the storyteller holding the sanxian on the platform.Taking advantage of their inattention, Wang Xiaoyuan quietly grabbed the white porcelain pot and poured a mouthful of hot tea into his belly, finally warming up his body.

At this time, only a sudden slap of the slab was heard, and the din of the whole hall subsided instantly, and everyone was silent and completely silent.The storyteller stroked his white beard, and first read a few lines of the opening poem aloud:

"Heroes are full of awe-inspiring spirit, and their hearts and bones are always warm. Although they have the nature of kunyu and autumn frost, they don't have grass roots in reed gardens.

Poor life, but suffers from the bitter hatred of thousands of people.The lacquer and the golden knife protect the world of mortals, and the white snow and the green tomb spend the dusk! "

Wang Xiaoyuan paused for a moment, then imitated others and squeezed to sit on a bench, patted the porter beside him and asked in a low voice: "Brother, can you tell me what kind of script this is?"

"Who else? I've read the script several times, but don't you recognize it? It's about the bloody fight between Houtianlou and Tianshanmen, the world's number one swordsman and black-clothed Raksha on the Tianshan cliff World War I..." The porter glanced at him, seemed to disdain his ignorance, rolled his eyes and shouted loudly.

"Naturally, it's about Yubai Swordsman, Yu Qiuxia!"