beg for chivalry

It was just dawn, and the mountains in the distance were hazy like fog.The morning glow falls on the tiles, like thousands of golden scales.The morning wind was a bit cold, Wang Xiaoyuan walked along the painted bridge, shivering with folded hands.Yang Liusi'er was lazily relaxing in the wind, and the red paper lanterns were shaking gently at the corner of the street. There were not many people in front and behind, and the whole Xijing Street seemed to be still wandering in a dreamland.

Around his waist was a jade white knife tightly bound with hemp straw, which looked like a broom handle from a distance, and the copper face of the Rakshasa and medicinal herbs were stored in the bag, dangling.Although he didn't find all the herbs written on the paper as Jinwu said, he was already rushing back in a hurry.

Because Wang Xiaoyuan wanted to ask Jin Wu where the scar at the corner of his eye came from, why he drove himself to the edge of the cliff, and what was going on with that cave.He felt that his stomach was full of doubts, but he didn't have time to ask them out.

Standing in front of Guangyuan Inn was a shopkeeper, wearing a blue-gray gown full of patches, but well-groomed, with a broken straw hat on his head, and a simple and honest smile hidden in the shadow of the brim of the hat.He squatted down by the door and counted the sundries piled on the ground, and several children circled around him, biting the rice candy he had just given.

"I don't want any of these." The children's straw sandals poked sundries. They were all tattered items, such as silk handkerchiefs with holes in them, broken hairpins, and bald chicken shuttlecocks. Useless trinkets that even children don't bother to play with.

The picker said with a simple smile. "What do I want to exchange with you?"

The children opened their mouths and yelled, "Maltose!" "Little gourd!" A few girls shyly stalked behind others, and whispered, "Do you have a powder box? It doesn't need too much, just half a finger. become."

Wang Xiaoyuan passed by them, and the picker hurriedly moved his body and said, "I'm sorry, I'm in the way." Wang Xiaoyuan shook his head, but saw some familiar objects in the pile of debris, so he stopped to look carefully, and saw Among them is a red bead hairpin, which seems to be a beloved item worn by Zuo Sanniang.

So he asked, "Where do these debris come from?"

The little boy replied: "Some guest officials left early this morning and left some broken things in the room. There was also a sister who threw some ornaments here and said that she didn't want them all."

Wang Xiaoyuan stretched out his hand to pick up the hairpin.He remembered that the red pearl hairpin was Sanniang's most precious jewelry, and said it was given to her by Jinwu.It's really strange that this precious thing is lying here now.

He was standing there blankly when several transporters came from a distance, covered in hot sweat, and his coat was soaked.I only heard them discussing, "...a person died in Dongda Street, a girl about ten years old."

Then the words "herb picker" and "red skirt" came out again. Wang Xiaoyuan stood motionless, but his eyes opened wider and wider until he was too dry to hold on anymore.

The children came to grab the hem of his clothes: "Brother, why are you standing still like a stake?" Someone made a face at him, "You're dead."

Wang Xiaoyuan suddenly felt a little sad, he tugged on his sleeves. "Go find other people to play with." At this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a thick paper envelope in the utility room, with a golden red carp painted on it.Somebody left a letter here, he bent down to pick it up, but saw three words written on the back.

"Wang Xiaoyuan".

The faces of the children crowded around his waist, and they rushed to grab it, "Someone wrote a letter!" "I want to read it!"

As soon as Wang Xiaoyuan stuck out his tongue, he stretched out his hand holding the carp seal, and said. "Give it to me, don't steal it."

He was confused, who would write to him?And how did this letter end up in the pile of groceries for sale?It appears that the man who wrote him was careless, and happened to be staying at the inn.Perhaps before the letter was sent, the person left in a hurry and forgot the letter in the room, so he put it in these groceries.

Wang Xiaoyuan calmed down a little, and amidst the shouts of the children, he untied the rope carefully, and poured out a piece of food into his palm.

He only felt his hands were slippery, but when he took a closer look, he was suddenly stunned.

——It was a jade pendant.It looks a little old, and the outline is worn out, but it can be seen that the carving is a jade rabbit with a begonia in its arms.

He held the jade pendant and stared at it for a long time, his eyes felt sore for some reason.

There are many words that seem to be stuck in his chest and choked in his throat.It's just that the past has long been forgotten, and it can't be said now.

The children sucked their fingers and looked up for a while, when someone suddenly said, "It's the moon!"

He raised his eyes blankly, only to hear a disgraced mud monkey say seriously, "This rabbit must have come from the moon, am I right?"

Wang Xiaoyuan asked him. "Why?"

The little boy grinned, showing his white teeth, "The golden crow is the sun, and the jade rabbit is the moon. Mr. taught us."

At this time, the picker leaned over to take a closer look, and Mosuo said with his unshaven chin: "The spring begonia is beautiful, and the begonia is hurt. Alas, it's a pity, it's a parting thing." He laughed again, "The girls love these exquisite objects the most. , the hairpin incense powder box is the best seller on Dongtou Street. Little brother, could it be that some Dongjie girl regards you as a wishful husband?"

Wang Xiaoyuan just stared at the jade ornament intently, his breathing trembling.

This is the accessory of Yubai Dao.After five years away from this knife, it finally returned to its original owner.

That person is the least fond of being indebted to favors and betraying people's hearts, and he doesn't want to leave his thoughts in vain after death.

There was also a piece of paper inside the carp envelope, which was crumpled, as if it took a lot of effort to stuff it in.Wang Xiaoyuan pulled it out, stuck it to the door dully and smoothed it, and then opened it slowly.

He suddenly felt foggy in front of his eyes, raised his hand to touch it, but wiped away the tears.So he foolishly held up the piece of paper and looked at the sun, as if in this way the tears would not fall.

The words on the paper were small and shrunk in the corner, as if he didn't want him to see them.The pen is very familiar, it is a regular and elegant lower case.

It seemed to be a poem:

"I haven't tied the fate of the three generations, but I have become the ashes of the nine springs."

He continued to read, and the writing became smaller and smaller, but he was careful, as if his whole life had been devoted to each stroke.

"May you cherish yourself and be free from illness and sorrow."

[Volume three and three written as black]