Ah Cheng gave her a bamboo hat with a veil and took her out to see the world every day.
"Ah Cheng, what is handsome boy?"
Xili stepped back half her body and moved her face from behind to Ah Cheng's ear. The plain white veil gently scratched his earlobe, which made it itch a little.
Ah Cheng's fingers twitched and he felt uncomfortable.
A certain dead young man in his heart began to struggle.
"A handsome boy is a good-looking boy."
"Oh, ah, so many people call you handsome."
"This is etiquette, just like how many people call you pretty."
Ah Cheng explained that he didn't like Guangdong, but it was a very tolerant place that made people want to get lost and be gradually assimilated.
They can only stay here until Dad buys a boat.
"Ah Cheng," Xili pointed to the restaurant on the street, "What's that word?"
“Clay rice.”
"Eh? Claypot? What kind of claypot is that?"
"Hen." Ah Cheng said something witty with a swipe of his lips.
"Hehehe, ha." Xili smiled happily.
Ah Cheng felt extremely comfortable. The smile of the mountain ghost girl always heals people's hearts. Youbi is a good medicine that makes people's hearts beat wildly.
Ah Cheng shook his head gently and said nothing more. However, he could not suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Ah Cheng, look, there is a martial arts contest to recruit a bride."
A group of handymen in red came to the end of the street, beating gongs and drums. Among them were three mature men who were handing out the results. There were people in the back row holding a big flag. On the flag was written "competition to recruit a bride".
During the whole process, there was noisy instrumental music, and the group of them did not say a word. They seemed like a group of puppets playing music, or a transparent person who lifted the curtain before the acrobatics started.
"What is a martial arts competition to recruit a bride?"
Ah Cheng explained that a certain family wanted to marry a daughter, so they invited outstanding heroes to test their talents and martial arts at the venue, and the winner was called the husband.
"What is marriage?"
"It's just two people, together." Ah Cheng smiled bitterly, "But this doesn't count like us."
"Why?"
"No reason."
"Ah Cheng, I want to get married to you."
"No, you don't want to."
"I really want to!" Xili gently hit Ah Cheng's back, and he felt an empty voice echoing in his chest.
"...When you study more calligraphy and understand the truth, you will understand."
Ah Cheng said something he didn't even believe, with a difficult tone.
When I returned to the inn and entered the lobby, I saw my father drinking in front of the counter. The shopkeeper also held a small white porcelain wine glass and chatted with my father.
Ah Cheng rarely sees his father in such a relaxed posture.
His body was leaning on the countertop, his head supported by his right hand, with a drunken blush on his face. The smile on the corner of his mouth was faint, even giving people a kind feeling. His eyes were blurred and watery, as if he was yawning.
The look after that is lazy and comfortable.
Ah Cheng led Xili away from the door and did not enter his father's field of vision.
There were about a dozen tables and chairs in the lobby. It was now a hotel, and the guests were eating and drinking. The noise was very noisy. Ah Cheng's arrival did not attract anyone's attention.
I deliberately chose a low table in the corner to eat. It was close to the pillars and even had a curtain. It was considered a small compartment. Here, Xili could take off her hat and reveal her true face.
The waiter was familiar with us, and his first words when he came over were, "Beautiful boy, it's still the same as yesterday? Three hot dishes, two cold dishes, four taels of rice a bowl, two taels of rice a bowl, right?"
"yes."
The waiter went to the kitchen with a smile on his face.
Guests always like to talk about current affairs while eating.
Not long ago, the main culprit of the demise of the Vajra Sect was revealed.
It is said that they are evildoers from the heretic world of Krishna.
I don't know what method they used to cross the galaxy.
The remaining disciples of the King Kong Sect are negotiating urgently with the heads of the remaining thirteen sects to summon warriors from all over the world in advance to restart the war between good and evil.
"They say the last big victory was easy, but it turned out that the opponent was conserving their strength. What a traitor!"
The guests were all criticizing the evil villains for their cunning. Ah Cheng looked at his father through the curtain. He was still drinking. He made no unnecessary movements. You couldn't even see any restless demeanor from his back. His feet
, resting on the horizontal board of the high stool, motionless.
Dad probably hates those evildoers the most.
But Ah Cheng felt that his father was leading them to escape. This was the fact. The young man who was so high-spirited on the battlefield between good and evil is now a coward. What made him weak?
Ah Cheng guessed that it might be his father's ridiculous ideal.
You should live in seclusion, curl up, and be a long-lived turtle.
…
Dad bought a boat, and they went to sea and left the land, where a war was raging.
There are islands along the way, but not all of them are suitable for living.
Dad seems to know everything. He usually doesn't show off his skills, but whether it's driving a boat or surviving, he is extremely proficient. He looks like an old fisherman who has lived on a boat all his life, rather than a farmer who has lived inland for a long time.
Ah Cheng didn't ask, he was just responsible for eating well.
To be honest, what he made was not delicious. There was no soy sauce and vinegar, only coarse sea salt, and the same sea fish. Apart from the bitter saltiness and light meaty taste, there was nothing else that could surprise the tip of the tongue.
Dad always eats whatever he has, and Ah Cheng doesn't waste the food he makes, but Xili is really not happy to eat it.
Ah Cheng secretly gave her the only remaining epiphyllum.
It has been several months since I picked it, and the epiphyllum is still fresh.
Xili will be very happy if she has this flower.
She began to accept the cruder aspects of the human diet.
Leaving the land, leaving the disputes, and at the same time leaving the enjoyment.
The three people drifting at sea had no way of knowing the situation of the battle.
Both Ah Cheng and Dad have been identified as defectors, and the commander responsible for delivering news to them has blocked them.
Each province has a Wenzheng Governor who is responsible for delivering official documents, which are passed down to the Xiaowen Lieutenant in each city, and then down to the commanders. Each commander is responsible for hundreds of households, so it is also called the Hundred Household Order.
The commander's last message to them was that the whole country was under martial law and no sails were allowed to enter the sea. Those who crossed provinces must be guided by roads. Anyone who violated the order would be treated as a defector.
This is a very serious punishment. It can even be said that Acheng and his son are dead now, unless they never return to land and are never found.
Dad was indifferent to this, but Cheng was very angry.
But with Xili around, the two of them never quarreled.
Finally, at the end of autumn, they found an island that was blessed with plenty of fresh water, deep forests and vast territory. There were also some abandoned houses by the beach, where fishermen probably once lived. Now that the aborigines have all gone to war, the houses are of course vacant.
The three of them started a new life.
…
One day, Ah Cheng woke up from meditating. There was a warm feeling in the epiphyllum pattern that had not been seen for a long time, and someone sent a message.
He thought for a moment and decided to take a look, but what he saw surprised him.
He is their commander.
"Wanted order: Mountain ghost Xili, who looks like a woman, is the culprit of this war. Anyone who finds his whereabouts will be rewarded with a reward of ten thousand taels. Those who are caught and brought to justice will receive any three copies of the first-level martial arts."
Ah Cheng's face was pale, his body was shaking, and he felt dizzy.