Chapter 3 Mountain Village (!!)
Ding Dong Dong, the clear spring stone flows up.
It crackles, and the rain and jade fall.
Summer's crying comes faster and goes faster.
The widow Wang at the entrance of the village was about to call her baby home to collect her clothes. The study had opened the window to welcome the fresh rainbow after the rain.
"Tao Tao, very Tao. Name, very name."
At the end of the village, under the old tree, by the bridge, by the mountain stream.
A study that is incompatible with the small village, as in the past, there is the sound of reading aloud.
Such a small mountain village is closed and rustic. There are only dozens of mountain people in total, and the children add up to only seven or eight.
It's really blind to say which teacher opens a college here to lecture.
Not to mention how illiterate mountain people have an impact on their lives. The limited population alone brings benefits, I'm afraid it's not enough for one person to make a living.
Mr. is also a human. If you are a human, you have to eat. This is not a snobbery, but a necessity for survival.
It's strange that the study in this small village looks quite popular and prestigious.
Other than that, there are only about 20 head-shaking children. I'm afraid it's not ten miles away. The adults in the neighboring village have sent their naughty children here.
Moreover, although the appearance of this courtyard is not very gorgeous, it even looks shabby.
Compared with the surrounding mud and grassy low houses, it is already a luxury house.
It seems that the teacher in the hospital really has some tricks.
"Stop!"
With a little free and easy voice in the majesty, the catchy sound of reading immediately disappeared.
Occasionally, mountain people who pass by outside the college will smile sincerely and in awe.
With the sound of the king blacksmith beating the iron in the village, every family rose with curling smoke and fragrance.
The majestic voice sounded again, but it brought the children's joy.
"Today, I'll be here to finish the class."
...
"Haha!!"
"Great! Class is over!"
"Big teeth, big teeth, you said yesterday that you would invite me to your house for dinner."
"Three children, Xiao Si, let's go and touch the shrimp together."
Children, after all, are children and can't understand what adults expect from them, let alone what a gentleman who has passed the Jinshi means in this mountain village.
A boy and child in short sack clothes are happy to come out of the college.
Only one, looking much more mature and stable than his peers, leaning against the door, looking at those children with envy.
A slightly fat and cute boy with round cheeks has run out of the courtyard, but at this time he suddenly turned back and ran to the teenager leaning against the door, panting and shouting:
"Brother Yi, Brother Yi, let's go to the back mountain to catch fish."
The teenager listened and was obviously a little moved, but at this time, a few coughs came from the room, pressing his budding mind back.
"No, no, I still have homework, and I haven't finished it~"
The teenager is handsome and thin. Although he is not a peerless beautiful man, he is also unique in this small mountain village.
The fat man was obviously disappointed when he heard the words.
Among these children, he is the only friend who can be regarded as a teenager, mostly relying on simplicity and honesty that is different from others.
The mentality of hatred and jealousy is not only for adults, but also for simple children. It's just that adults find their circle interesting no matter how they look at it, and their jealousy will not be accompanied by more dirty thoughts.
As the only disciple of the husband, it is said that he grew up under the husband's knees, and there are even some unearable rumors that point to the "neverence".
Of course, in this case, even unconsciously working hard will become an excuse for others to slander.
"Oh... Brother Yi, I went to play by myself.
He used to look at the dull fat man, but now he is clever. Of course, he can see the teenager's desire. Just...
In this small mountain village, the husband is heaven. His words and attitude are more useful than the village head's complaint.
Not to mention other teenagers, even he, who think is a little "different" from others, and also dares not disobey the husband...
At the sight of the fat man leaving, the teenager sighed slightly, walked out of the study and closed the door of the courtyard.
...
In the yard, there is an ancient well built in all directions.
Ordinary people's wells are always round, but this academy is unique.
Of course, in the doctor's own words, it is a matter of feng shui pattern. This well happens to shake the ground, which can make the fields in the village harvest year by year.
Not to mention, since the well was drilled according to the requirements of the husband, the harvest of the originally barren mountains has indeed been much better.
At this time, the thin teenager was standing next to the villagers' so-called "Fukui", walking on his horse and holding a heavy stone lock in both hands.
"Yi'er, practicing literature and martial arts is your insistence. When you were three years old, I asked you whether you wanted to spend your life or make a big deal. Maybe you will feel that you don't know anything and can't answer at that time. But I have to make you understand the truth that a man is alive and promises a lot of money.
The husband's three waps of long beard fluttering, Confucian robes and silk scarves, elegant demeanor.
Of course, at this moment, he has a long sword on his waist, which looks heroic. Compared with the elegance and modesty in the past, it is not a flavor.
Liu Yiqiang resisted the soreness from his tibia and gritted his teeth and persisted.
I'm afraid that an adult can't stand it when he lifts dozens of pounds of heavy objects and takes an hour a day.
But how dare he complain? The kindness of nurturing is greater than heaven. Let's not talk about it...
He doesn't know his parents' surname, but he knows that the master is his parents.
Although every time he teaches in private, what the teacher says often seems to be different from the daytime professor, he just listens and remembers and does not refute.
...
"Yi'er, Yi'er remembered."
As soon as he opened his mouth, the closed turbid air was released, and the teenager almost fell down.
At this time, Liu Yi only felt that his arms were floating and relaxed when he only touched the stone lock with his toes.
Of course, before the next moment of gravity, he habitually raised his breath and held back the momentum again.
Seeing this, the husband nodded with satisfaction and shook his head again.
"Alas, Yier, although you are diligent, your innate understanding is also excellent. Unfortunately, he suffered a disaster when he was young, and was forcibly poured into the elixir of the blood. The fierce fire encountered ice water, and poured a good piece of tourmaline into carbon~
Liu Yi said nothing, similar to emotion. I don't know how many times he has heard since he was a child. After being awakened by the master's slap, he has long forgotten how to feel sorry for himself.
Instead of having time to give up, it's better to imagine how to stand up. If you have the ambition to complain, why don't you just dig a hole and bury yourself?
Since there is still the idea of stealing life, it proves that there is still a little commendable courage. The most difficult thing in the world is to live. You are not even afraid of living. What are you afraid of?
Liu Yi recalled the teacher's seemingly completely contradictory teachings in his mind and did not understand the deep meaning.
He only felt, thinking about it, and his body was full of infinite energy.
The husband observed that his beloved disciple had no reaction to such "sighs" in recent years, and his heart stopped like water, and he couldn't help nodding secretly.
If you want to make something that can shake your mind irrelevant, get used to it. Let the thoughts that may be born die in the bud.
A little accumulation is like the stairs on the mountain road, layer by layer, insignificant, but paving the way to the peak!
One person's praise will make people proud, and a hundred people's praise will make people proud. 10,000 or 100,000 will become a matter of course.
In the same reason, the regret of one or ten people may interfere with the individual's will and lose self-confidence. But if 100,000 people say so, most of the recipients are still calm and calm.
Talent is the greatest capital of martial arts, but it is also the biggest obstacle. Only cross this obstacle and ignore it. Whether it's good or bad, I'll do it myself.
In this way, martial arts can advance bravely and truly reach the limit!
Compared with the end, it doesn't matter where the initial starting point is. It's just that for people standing at the starting point, this truth is too pale, so they won't understand...
...
The cool mountain stream has its own sweet taste, which is sweet and beautiful. It not only conveys fragrance in the taste buds in the mouth, but also stands by the water, and often makes people can't stop sucking deeply.
The trees are dense, and the leaves that fall every year will rot in autumn and eventually turn into spring mud.
I don't know how many affectionate fallen leaves have been carried from the stream from the forest, but finally there is no turbidity.
When the fish and shrimp are fresh, many mountain children will run to the village stream to play in the water, play, and also eat some wild food to sacrifice to the temple.
But there are not many people who dare to run to the forest and wide streams in the back mountains.
Although the ancestors in the village settled down, most of them were chosen as rare places of monsters. But the legend about the danger of the forest has been passed down from generation to generation.
Even the skilled hunters travel in groups and can't beat ordinary wild animals. Not to mention children who have no power to protect themselves, parents will generally strictly order them to enter the forest.
Changpan's family is not well off, and his parents are busy with their livelihood and rarely care about him. After all, he often hangs out with Liu Yi and is more or less related to some quirks, such as the group of naughty children in the village who are boring and noisy. Therefore, after class, he ran to the back mountain alone.
At this time, he jumped into the stream alone, playing happily, and did not feel lonely or boring.
The source of the upstream is not very fierce, at least it won't take people away.
The edge of the clear stream is not deep, and the little fat man steadily steps on the bottom of the water, but the water level is not as good as the buttocks.
At this moment, the white waves upstream rushed in, rushing like fire!
For a moment, accompanied by a "bang", it is like a broken silver bottle, and the water is shot together.
When I stared, I saw ten feet away, and a water curtain lotus suddenly bloomed, holding up a white practice--
It turned out to be a good fat fish jumping out of the water!
The snow-white scales were shining, and the fish jumped away from the column waves angrily and only brought a white rainbow in the air.
Little Pang was stunned for a moment and forgot to cheer.
Puff!
The fat fish fell into the water and didn't know what bad luck it hit. It happened to touch a reef.
is another "bang".
The water splash spread with sporadic blood halo, and the seemingly extraordinary white fish just turned over its belly and twitched a few times, and then stopped moving.
The little fat man was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly jumped up, regardless of the depth of the water, so half trip, looking towards the white fish...
...
crackling.
The bonfire beats, accompanied by the sound of dry wood cracking, echoing in the quiet forest.
The strong aroma is overflowing, and the taste is attractive to the index finger just by smelling.
It's hard to imagine that a barbecue without ingredients can be so delicious.
The little fat man's belly is grunting, but he does not focus on the food that must attract the whole mind.
he stared at what seemed to be a silk handkerchief in his hand.
The little fat man seemed to have lost his soul and settled there stupidly.
In the woods, there is a jubilant wind. There are birds in the sky.
If you are not a wind bird, how can you know that it is happy?
But at this time, why did he lose himself, as if he was the wind, he was the bird, he was the spring of the stream, and the poor fat fish barbecued by the fire~
He felt as if he were ubiquitous...
The wind blows and shakes the bonfire. The fragrance has dispersed, but it has failed to bring up half of the corners of the clothes.
(PS: Thank you for the 1000 reward of 2011.)