For the next few days, Nie Jiangsheng did not go out. Day and night, the Immortal Overlooking River created waves that were several feet high, covering the sky and the sun. Based on this situation, there was no hope of crossing the river in the next few days. However, he could see how powerful Lin Qingshu was. Although he had not seen the immortals from a hundred years ago, they were only so-so!
Looking at the swaddled child, Nie Jiangsheng revealed a smile that he had not seen for a long time. Even he had forgotten what it felt like to smile. It was stiff, forced, and unfamiliar. "'Tears of separation on the river, snowflakes fluttering in the wind, a furnace of fire in the cold night, an abandoned child is sent to the abandoned.' In the future, I will call you Nie Li. " The young Nie Li clearly did not understand the meaning of this sentence. However, the smile on his face was a ray of light that shone on Nie Jiangsheng's heart at dawn. It was the hope that kept him going.
Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, five years had passed. The past years were like the flowing water of the Immortal Overlooking River, flowing day and night, never to return. The flower buds planted in front of the gate also changed batch after batch with the green leaves of the forest.
"Old Nie! It's not that I want to say this, but you really love this kid! You always bring him with you. " The boatman at the side joked. Nie Jiangsheng was also an experienced boatman at the ferry. However, since five years ago, he would bring a child with him every time he rowed. At first, everyone was very curious, wondering how he would cross the river with a child. However, Nie Jiangsheng used his experienced skills to make the water of the Immortal Overlooking River not dare to surge.
The ferry port outside Gusu City was exactly the same as it was five years ago. After the storm subsided, the boatmen came out one after another. Even though people said that the Immortals had descended that night, they still had to make a living.
They said that the immortals had nothing to do with the boatmen. They said that the Immortal Overlooking River was left behind by the immortals, but they did not believe it. They only believed in their own hands. If they relied on their own ability to earn money, if they relied on the immortals, they would not have to worry about food and clothing. Where would these struggling mayflies come from?
The rolling red dust, the rolling waves, the whole sky is inside. The clouds in the sky, the wind blows, the water is clear, and there is no trace of it.
"Hehe, if I don't watch him, what will happen to me if he is tricked away? Who will take care of them when they die? " Old Nie smiled as he looked at the sleeping Nie Li. His eyes were filled with love. Ever since Nie Li was born, Nie Jiangsheng's life had also changed. He didn't notice that he had been smiling more in the past few years than he had in the first half of his life. This also made him easier to get along with. Otherwise, with his usual bad temper, aside from Old Li, there wouldn't be many people who would be willing to talk to him.
"However, Old Nie! You look like this. Look at your child. She's so beautiful. Do you think she's not your biological child? " A few people also gathered around and joked. It was noon, and the sun was scorching hot. Few people came out, so these boatmen sat together and chatted to pass the time.
This matter had always been a reason for everyone to tease Old Nie. In the past, Nie Li was still young, so they couldn't tell. But now, he was five years old. His skin was fair, and his facial features were small and cute. He really looked like a well-carved porcelain doll. His pair of lively big black eyes added a bit of spirit to him.
On the other hand, Old Nie had a wide face and a square mouth. He had a pair of sword-like eyebrows that reached his temples. It was a pity that he hadn't fixed them for many years, so they were messy. His pair of slender eyes were like knives. Although Old Nie's appearance was not bad, the traces of time had completely destroyed him.
"If this isn't my son, don't tell me he's yours!" Old Nie laughed and scolded. The others also roared with laughter. The hearty laughter mixed with the warm breeze blew the willow catkins by the river. Looking at the sky full of snow falling on the river, Nie Jiangsheng felt as if he had returned to that snowy night five years ago. However, the scalding sensation on his skin instantly brought him back to reality.
Everyone was happy enough. They all walked back to their own boats. Life still had to go on. Nie Jiangsheng looked at the sleeping Nie Li, and the corner of his mouth curved into a smile.
"Dad, what are you laughing at?" Nie Li's clear voice sounded. It turned out that he had been woken up by everyone's laughter. When he saw his father laughing foolishly, his face was filled with doubt and confusion.
Nie Jiangsheng stroked his son's head and said happily, "It's nothing. I'll think about what to buy for you later." All these years, he had raised Nie Li with his own hands. He was both a father and a mother. Perhaps because of his nature, Nie Li rarely spoke. He also didn't ask Nie Jiangsheng about his mother. This seemed to be a tacit understanding between the father and son.
"Then I want to eat sea bass." Nie Li happily hugged Nie Jiangsheng's neck. There was saliva at the corner of his mouth, which he immediately sucked back. He buried his head in his father's shoulder and fell into a deep sleep again.
Seeing Nie Li fall asleep, his sleeping face evoked memories of the past. Looking at his own face reflected in the clear river water, at this moment, he actually didn't recognize himself. That man with a face full of beard and a pair of turbid eyes.
"Dad." "Dad." The face and voice in his memory seemed to be right next to his ears. A heart-wrenching pain surged up. Nie Jiangsheng's eyes were blood-red and two streams of clear tears flowed out. The moist and cold tears streaked across his skin, making him realize that he had lost his composure.
Seeing Nie Li looking at him with a face full of worry, Nie Jiangsheng realized that he had lost his composure. He hurriedly wiped away his tears and told himself in his heart that he wasn't him. Everything was in the past.
"Dad, why are you crying?" Nie Li held his father's rough hand and stroked the thick calluses. The rough, thick, and firm feeling was the feeling he had for a long time. It was as if it could make up for something.
"Silly boy, your dad didn't cry. Remember, as a man, you can't cry." Nie Jiangsheng didn't want his son to look down on him. He also didn't want him to know too much. Some things could only be shouldered by himself.
"Okay." Nie Li clearly didn't understand the deep meaning behind his father's words. He nodded his head in a silly manner, but remembered these words in his mind.
Today, before the sun had even set, Nie Jiangsheng left with his son early in the morning. Gusu City in the afternoon was a little less scorching under the hazy yellow light. Nie Li stretched his hand into the river and fiddled with it as the cool breeze blew on the surface of the Immortal Linjiang. He looked very happy.
No matter how much he fiddled around, his body didn't change position. Nie Jiangsheng gently tapped on the water with the bamboo shoot in his hand, pushing the boat forward against the current. Even though the Immortal Linjiang wasn't turbulent, Nie Jiangsheng's boat didn't deviate by a single bit.
However, Nie Jiangsheng wasn't too worried. He grew up by the river and was very good at swimming. Perhaps because he grew up by the Immortal Linjiang, the five-year-old Nie Li could also swim on the river for a while.
"Qi 'er, sit tight first." Nie Jiangsheng put away the bamboo shoot and held it in front of his chest. Seeing Nie Jiangsheng's posture, Nie Li obediently sat under the canopy and watched his father display his might.
The bamboo shoot, which was a few meters long, was swung by Nie Jiangsheng like a fierce tiger. It was like a meteor that quickly landed on the water surface. Although it looked powerful, it didn't cause any splashes. With a flick of his wrist, a fish broke out of the water and landed on the boat. Seeing this, Nie Li eagerly ran over and grabbed the fish with both hands, placing it in the bamboo basket that he had specially prepared.
"Gudong" "Gudong" A few muffled sounds were heard. The bamboo shoot in Nie Jiangsheng's hand was like a storm falling on the river surface. Bass flew out one after another.
"Father, the fish are enough. Just let them go! " Nie Lixue looked at the few fish that were still tossing around in the bamboo basket and said. Seeing Nie Li speak, Nie Jiangsheng put away the bamboo shoot. The river surface was like a mirror. Nie Jiangsheng's expression was normal as he walked over to Nie Lixue's side. He looked at his son's eyes that flashed with pleading.
He picked up the scattered fish on the boat and threw them back into the river. Strangely enough, the fish that were caught by Nie Jiangsheng were not injured at all.
Nie Li also ran over to help and released the fish. Looking at his son's pure heart, Nie Jiangsheng also smiled. Holding this kind of heart to live an ordinary life is also not bad.
Back home. In the depths of the jungle, bamboo leaves rustled. The lush green bamboo forest hid their home in the depths of nature as they walked on a small path. After an incense stick of time, Nie Li and Nie Jiangsheng returned home. This home was very simple. The door, fence, house, table, chair, and bed were all made of bamboo.
Nie Li sat in the courtyard fiddling with the flowers and plants while Nie Jiangsheng cooked the bass that he caught. Not long after, a plate of delicious bass was out of the oven. Looking at the delicious meal, Nie Lixue ate heartily.
Looking at his son eating so happily, Nie Jiangsheng's eyes were full of smiles. This home could only be called a home with him.
"Father, I want to learn martial arts from you." Nie Li vaguely said, his mouth still full of fish. Hearing this, Nie Jiangsheng's body trembled. This can't be blamed on Nie Li.
The Eternal Continent was vast and there were mainly three countries. They were in the Southern Song Dynasty. Although there was an imperial court, the temple was high. Some things needed to be settled by means of Jianghu. Therefore, martial arts were prevalent. Even if Nie Jiangsheng did not say it, the word martial would have been known by this kid.
"You're still young, and your body hasn't grown up yet. When you grow up, I will teach you. " Nie Jiangsheng could only deal with it. He and Lin Qingshu were both victims of martial arts. Although he did not know what happened to the abandoned child's mother. But one thing was clear. Martial arts gave people the power to protect themselves and also gave them the power to destroy others.
Seeing his father agree, Nie Li's face was full of joy. Looking at his father's figure waving the bamboo stick, he did not know why an inexplicable feeling emerged in his heart.
"Then father, while waiting for me to grow up, can you teach me how to row a boat? I also want to cross the river like you. " Nie Li opened his mouth again. He did not have any friends in his childhood. The person he saw the most was Nie Jiangsheng and the people who came and went when crossing the river.
Looking at Nie Li's expectant eyes, Nie Jiangsheng sighed in his heart. If he could not teach him martial arts, what would he rely on when he was a hundred years old? It would be better to teach him a craft. If the other thing happens, he can live without his own care.
"Then you will come with me tomorrow. But being a boatman is very difficult. Don't cry when the time comes." Nie Jiangsheng patted his son's head and said with a smile.
"No, absolutely not. Father, you said that men can't cry." Nie Li's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Such a young boy should not have this kind of look. Nie Jiangsheng just thought that his eyes were blurred and did not want to recall this look.
That night, Nie Jiangsheng had a dream. In the dream, it was full of that pair of eyes. That look was like the moon above the immortal river, a long and continuous sharp light.
Green mountains, black bamboo, smoke, after the immortal descends, there is an orphan. A mortal heart crossing the smoke, a silly boy under the moon has a sharp edge.
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