In the calm morning, the rain has stopped, but there are still remnants of rain and dew in every corner of Chengdu. A thin layer of moisture washes away the little dust and dirt in the air, making the already clean air even cleaner.
Pure and fresh.
The sun is rising, and the sunshine is so soft that you can't feel the temperature.
As soon as Xia Shang opened the door, a burst of freshness instantly washed away the last trace of sleepiness on his body.
There is an extra fence in the yard to separate the old couple from Xia Shang. This was obviously made by the old man over there.
The old woman had already gotten up and was feeding the chickens and ducks. She smiled when she saw Xia Shang.
There was an earthen stove in the yard and there was firewood. Xia Shang went to buy some rice and some oil, salt and other things for the old woman. Then he came back to light the fire.
The old woman looked at the novelty and thought to herself that a grown man can still light a fire and cook?
It happened that A Lan came out at this time, stretching at the door with a tired look on his face. It was obvious that he had not slept well all night.
A-Lan didn't understand Dahua's rules, so she wasn't too surprised to see Xia Shang cooking pot. However, the old woman on the side waved after seeing A-Lan: "Hey, little girl, come here."
Alan walked over without thinking much.
The old woman kept asking: "Girl, why do you ask a man to come to the stove?"
"Huh?" Ah Lan was stunned, "I didn't ask him to come to the stove, it was Brother Xia himself..."
"Oh! That won't work either!"
"What?"
A-Lan's confusion made the old woman frown: "It seems that you are really a young lady! You don't even understand this? How can a woman let her husband cook? If others find out about this, they will gossip.
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"What gossip?"
"Say you don't understand women's ways, and say your man has no ability."
"So serious? What should we do?"
"Of course you have to go by yourself! You can't let a man do this!"
"But I don't know how to do it at all..."
"Hey! You girl, I really don't know what to say to you..."
The old woman sighed and wanted to say something, but the old man behind her shouted: "Hey! What are you doing? I haven't even eaten my food, and you are still gossiping? You don't care about other people's affairs.
Tube."
The old woman frowned, turned around and cursed: "You won't starve to death if you have one less meal! Are you in such a hurry?"
After saying that, the old woman turned back and pursed her lips at Allan: "Here! Did you see it? The man is the eldest in this family. Whatever the man says, we women have to do it, otherwise we will be scolded. Okay, old woman
I won’t tell you any more, I have to rush to cook for the old man!”
With that said, the old woman left.
But the old woman didn't go very far. She turned back halfway and shouted to A-Lan in a low voice: "Little girl, but having said that, you are lucky to find a man who is willing to cook for you. It will take you a few lifetimes to cultivate."
What a blessing! Otherwise you will suffer in the days to come! I think this gentle boy really likes you, otherwise he wouldn't be like this. If you encounter any conflicts in the future, be patient.
You can never find a man like this if you lose him! Did you hear that?"
A-Lan was stunned and nodded to the old woman.
A-Lan was in a daze because he had obviously listened to what the old woman said.
Although Ah Lan has never lived in Dahua, she often hears people mention it among the Miao people. The words of an old man are a lifetime experience. Listening to the old man's advice will save you many detours.
After hearing the old woman's last words, for a moment, A-Lan felt that she was immersed in happiness, as if she could really live a normal life with Brother Xia.
In that case, A-Lan would like to find time to have a good chat with the old woman, and talk about her experience to learn more about herself.
It's a pity that all this is illusion and a dream that lasts only three days.
Thinking about it this way, what is left after the moment of happiness is an indescribable loneliness.
A-Lan stood there looking at Xia Shang's angry back for a long time, not knowing what she was feeling. She could only see her smiling and feeling lonely.
When A-Lan was lost in thought, Xia Shang turned around and said, "A-Lan, come here and help me."
"Oh..." After coming back to his senses, A-Lan responded quickly, then ran over with small steps, "Brother Xia, what can I help you with?"
"Um..." Xia Shang looked a little embarrassed and rubbed his nose.
Only then did A-Lan see that his brother Xia had covered his face with dust in order to survive. He was sweating profusely under the dust and looked very embarrassed.
Looking at the fire in the stove...
Is there a fire there? There is no flame at all...
"Alan, can you light a fire?"
"Brother Xia, you don't know how?"
"This..." Xia Shang was speechless.
Alan found it funny, but he shook his head: "I don't know how, but I can try."
"Forget it, forget it." Xia Shang waved his hand, "Let's go to the roadside stall outside and have something to eat."
This little episode made Alan feel calmer a lot.
The two of them went out to eat and came back, only to find a stranger in the yard.
The man was dressed in white clothes, with a ribbon in his hair. He was dressed elegantly. He also looked like a handsome young man, but he was still a little inferior to Xia Shang.
"Who are you?" Alan asked first.
The other party had been pacing at the door of the room. When he saw Xia and Shang coming back, he was immediately refreshed. When he heard A Lan's question, he did not answer immediately. Instead, he straightened his clothes first to make himself look more tidy, and then left.
He took out a painting from his sleeve and looked at it carefully against Xia Shang.
The more he looked at it, the happier he became. His expression was very strange. Finally, he threw the scroll away and said, "Hey! I finally found you!"
After saying that, he rushed towards Xia Shang, as if he wanted to give Xia Shang a bear hug.
Xia Shang quickly got out of the way and immediately frowned: "Who is it? If you don't say anything, I will take action!"
The other party then stopped and noticed his gaffe. He tried his best to suppress his excitement and bowed his hand to Xia Shang: "Sir, my name is Sima Heng. He is from Chengdu and my father is Sima Lang."
"Sima Heng..." Xia Shang muttered, having never heard of him before, but Xia Shang always felt familiar with that "Sima Lang".
After Sima Heng said this, he stopped talking and stood there looking at Xia Shang in a daze, as if he knew what Xia Shang was thinking.
After a while, Xia Shang suddenly opened his eyes: "Sima Lang! Sima Lang, named after Mr. Dongyue and Ouyang Changfeng, is known as one of the 'Three Saints' of Mr. Lang Yue."
And he is the youngest among the "Three Saints", only fifty-five years old. In his early years, he wrote a book "Hua Zhi", which is not only excellent in literary talent, but also focuses on persuading the world to obey the destiny and respond to the dynasty.
A large number of literati who thought about overthrowing the Chinese Dynasty and replacing the old rule a few years ago have come back. It can be said that they have made great contributions to helping the stability of China. For this reason, Sima Lang is called one of the "Three Saints", and in
In Bashu, Sima Lang's reputation is extremely high, and many legends about him can be heard even in the capital. (To be continued)