There was heavy rain, lightning and thunder. As if there was a hole in the sky, rainwater as big as peas poured down, hitting the eaves with a crackling sound. All the shops on the long street had closed their stalls, even the roadside
All the wine shops in the city were closed. A boy in tattered clothes walked through the rain curtain and ran under a wider eaves to take shelter from the rain. The whole long street was deserted. He looked around and took out something from his arms.
Ordered a steamed bun.
The buns must have been freshly baked, and they are still steaming.
The boy grinned, picked up the steamed bun and started to nibble on it, but his face was so dark and dirty that the white steamed bun was dyed black. The boy was nibbling and laughing at the same time, but he just laughed and cried again.
, he swallowed the whole bun, and finally fell to the ground, crying loudly. He looked at the rain on the ground and choked: "Who are you? Why...must kill me."
Several swordsmen in raincoats had already stood on the opposite eaves at some point. They watched the boy cry in silence, and finally slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist.
The rain washed away the long knife until it shone brightly, making it chillingly bright.
"Who can come and save me, who can come and save me, who can come and save me!" the boy shouted angrily to the sky.
Naturally, there was no sound to respond to him. Several swordsmen jumped down from the eaves, splashing the rainwater on the ground and hitting the boy's face. The boy seemed to wake up in an instant, and suddenly straightened up and walked along the eaves.
Run forward.
One of the swordsmen immediately jumped in front of the boy, then raised his foot and kicked the boy into a puddle on the side. He raised his long knife and walked towards the boy step by step.
The boy fell to the ground and looked up at the sky. Blood flowed from his nose and mouth, staining his clothes red.
finished.
This life has not even had a chance to start well, is it going to end like this?
The sword flashed and the boy closed his eyes.
"Never leave your destiny in the hands of others. Not every time in your life, someone will really come to save you." A gentle voice spoke above the boy's head.
The rain seems to have stopped, but why is the sound of rain still heard?
The boy opened his eyes and saw an oil-paper umbrella held above him to block the rain for him. A handsome scholar in white clothes looked down at him and suddenly squinted and smiled: "But this is not a good idea for a man.
Isn’t it too harsh for a boy?”
"You...who are you?" the boy asked with some fear.
"My name is Xie Kanhua for the time being." The scholar bent down and stretched out a hand to the boy.
The boy hesitated and subconsciously wanted to step back.
"I am your family." The scholar still smiled gently.
The boy looked into the scholar's eyes and finally stretched out his hand. The scholar pulled the boy up, then reached out and scratched the boy's wet hair: "Let's go."
The boy glanced around and saw that the swordsmen in raincoats were all lying on the ground, motionless.
"Are they dead?" the boy asked.
"I don't like killing people, it just ruins their martial arts." Xie Kanhua bent down and handed the umbrella to the boy, "I will carry you and you will hold the umbrella for me."
The boy looked at his own clothes and then at Xie Kanhua's snowy white clothes. He felt a little embarrassed and said, "It will stain your clothes."
"It doesn't matter, it's just a trivial matter." Xie Kanhua put the umbrella in the boy's hand, and then carried the boy on her back.
"It's hard to wash white clothes if they're dirty." The boy whispered.
"So I have a lot of white clothes." Xie Kanhua said with a smile, "Walking around in the world will inevitably attract dust, but white clothes cannot be changed, so they are always new."
"Why can't white clothes be changed?" the boy asked.
"Because women like it." Xie Kanhua's voice was solemn.
"I want to wear it too." The boy was a little embarrassed.
"I'm ready." Xie Kanhua said with some pride in her voice, "From now on, when you live with me, you will naturally be like me, with white clothes and elegant demeanor."
"My name is Chen Sancai." The boy suddenly said.
Xie Kanhua shook her head: "No, your name will be Su Baiyi from now on."
The boy's eyes lit up. He didn't care about his name, but he did care about his last name: "Su?"
"Yes. It sounds very good Su. There is a very beautiful and gentle woman named Su, and there is also a very great and heroic man named Su. So you must be great in the future. Because not only is your surname Su,
There is also a master named Xie." Xie Kanhua raised his head and said, "Hold the umbrella higher."
The boy hurriedly raised his umbrella: "Master named Xie?"
"Me." Xie Kanhua said with a smile.
From that day on, Su Baiyi lived with Xie Kanhua, who claimed to be her family member and her master. They found a quiet small village named Xinghua because Xie Kanhua said that the wine there was
It tasted good, so they bought a yard and lived there. Su Baiyi always wanted to ask about his life experience, but Xie Kanhua always said that he would know it when he grew up. And Xie Kanhua drank every day,
Reading and teaching Su Baiyi martial arts, he seemed to be enjoying himself in this small village, but sometimes he would lie on the apricot blossom tree and sing after drinking too much apricot blossom wine.
"Prepare your salary, and the three stars are in the sky. What night and day will you see this beloved man? I am here, my son is here, where can such a beloved man be?"
Prepare and bundle the cud, and the three stars are in the corner. What night is this, how can we meet like this? Zi Xi Zi Xi, how can we meet like this?
Take care of everything, and the three stars are at home. What night is it today, do you see such a charming person? Zixi, Zixi, who can be so charming?"
The song is melodious and melodious, with a bit of sadness. Every time I listen to it like this, I will shed tears, but... why is the voice this time a woman's?
Su Baiyi finally opened his eyes in a daze. He saw a woman sitting on a tree not far away, wearing purple clothes and a pair of long legs dangling there.
"Are you awake?" The singing suddenly stopped, and the woman jumped down from the tree and landed in front of Su Baiyi, with a bit of surprise in her voice.
Su Baiyi slowly opened her eyes, and the appearance of the woman in front of her finally became clear little by little. She had bright eyes, white teeth, and fair skin. If the "beloved man" sung in the song had a specific appearance, this must be it.
Alright.
"Speaking of which, this is the third time we have met, but maybe this time we can truly get to know each other." The woman in purple stood up and brushed her hair from her forehead, "My name is Nangong Xi'er."
"What night will I meet this beloved man?" Su Baiyi had just woken up from a deep sleep, her mind was buzzing, and she wondered if she was still dreaming.
The woman in purple nodded: "Yes, it is this evening."