That year, the smoke of war was everywhere, but it did not burn such an inconspicuous town. It was not a place that the military would fight for. Although it was Jiangnan, there was not much fertile land. According to a few businessmen who had traveled extensively, there was a disaster north of the Guangling River. But to the people of the small town who lived in a corner, it was good to be a frog at the bottom of the well. The sky was always only as big as the mouth of the well. Peace was a blessing, and contentment was happiness. Today, the small town was in a continuous autumn rain. Looking from the entrance of a restaurant, there were pedestrians with hurried footsteps holding umbrellas as they walked across the bluestone bridge. Business was slow, and there was no need to serve customers. The waiter of the restaurant sat idly at the entrance, waiting for the woman he admired to come closer. She said that she would follow her friend to the rouge shop next to the restaurant to choose because her friend was about to get married. She was going to marry into a good family, and was a scholar with scholarly honors.
The waiter sighed, feeling a little bitter in his heart. The speaker did not mean it, but the listener meant it. She did not care about glory and wealth, or else she would not have taken a fancy to a cripple like him. But for better or for worse, he was a man who still had some sense of responsibility. He always wanted to let the woman he liked live a good life. Although she was not from a noble family in town, she was a well-known good person. Her family was well-off, and she did not have to worry about food and clothing. She had a good temperament, and her needlework was one in a hundred. Everyone said that whoever married her was a blessing accumulated from several lifetimes, but she had taken a fancy to him. Because of this, her playmates who grew up with her were so angry that they almost broke off their friendship with her. While they fought for justice for her, they could not do without some strange words. For example, she had met a bad man, and was blinded by lard. These were all said directly in front of him and her. At that time, she looked at him, her slender little hands shyly twisting the corner of her clothes, her eyes full of apology. Fortunately, he was thick-skinned, and could still hold back his laughter. But how could his heart not be filled with guilt?
Someone patted him on the shoulder, and he turned his head to look. The guy who could be considered familiar with him sat down beside him and asked with a silly smile, "Brother Wen, what are you thinking about?"
He could be considered to be in the same boat as this kid, but this kid's situation was even worse. He had just moved to the town with his mother last year, and he couldn't even read ten words from a book when it was spread open. Even if he fought, he wouldn't be of much use. Every day, he would be toyed with by those street ruffians who bullied strangers. It was so miserable that even after buying a new pair of boots with great difficulty, they would be stepped on until they became tattered. He couldn't be a scholar or a fighter. Fortunately, his mother still had some savings and had bought a cloth shop. His days were still bearable, and as long as he endured, he could still survive. He lived close to this guy and was probably the only local who did not add fuel to the fire. Over time, the two of them became so-called friends. He only knew that this kid's surname was Wang and that his father had yet to return from a long trip.
He smiled and looked at the raindrops strung together along the eaves. He asked, "Bamboo, have you heard of a saying? Although the rain is wide, it does not moisten the rootless grass. "
That person was stunned, shook his head and laughed, "Brother Wen, I didn't know that you were a scholar. What do you mean, is there a story? "
The shop assistant surnamed Wen laughed and said, "I heard it from someone else, so I didn't understand. At that time, I was too embarrassed to ask him, so I pretended that I understood. If I knew, I would have asked him."
The young man nicknamed Bamboo was puzzled, "Brother Wen, you have a scholar buddy?"
The shop assistant rubbed his chin and said with a smile, "He's not some bullshit scholar, he just can't beat me, so he blindly showed off these things."
The young man was happy, "Then this person is really not good, he can't even beat Brother Wen, and he's not a scholar, isn't he the same as me?"
The shop assistant rolled his eyes at him, but did not say anything.
Bamboo was a young man who could not control his mouth, he was afraid of the people of Jianghu, afraid of the banditry and Jianghu aura of those people, but he also looked forward to Jianghu, he liked to hang out in taverns and teahouses all day long, listening to those who called themselves Jianghu people brag. Now, he was talking to the shop assistant surnamed Wen about the grand martial arts event that happened once in a hundred years. He said that he just found out that there was a woman in Mount Hui who liked to wear purple clothes, not only was she as beautiful as a fairy, but also had superb martial arts skills. Bamboo was spitting saliva everywhere, he did not notice that Brother Wen beside him was either rolling his eyes or smiling absent-mindedly.
Bamboo's mouth was dry, he was not a particular person, he bent down and reached out to cup a handful of rainwater, drank a mouthful, and pretended to be heroic, "Good wine!"
The shop assistant smiled and joked, "You even drank the taste of Jianghu?"
Bamboo turned his head and stared at the man, he asked seriously, "Brother Wen, how did you kidnap Miss Liu? Why don't you teach me so that I can find a wife later? "
The shop assistant looked profound, he said, "Relying on appearance."
Bamboo spat.
Seeing that Bamboo didn't believe him, he laughed and said, "You really don't believe me. Back then, when I was wandering around with that brother of mine, we were so poor, and he relied on his face to make a living. I, ah, am better than him in everything, but this face, I lost to him. Back then, we competed for who was the big brother and who was the little brother, from age to skill.
If it weren't for the fact that I lost in terms of looks, I would have been able to become the big brother. "
Bamboo's mouth twitched, in the end, he was kind and did not dig at Brother Wen and his brother.
Then, the two of them were silent for a while, they just listened to the rainwater dripping on the stone pavement.
Bamboo suddenly whispered, "Brother Wen, I want to tell you something, you can't tell anyone."
The shop assistant said, "It's up to you to say it or not."
Bamboo hesitated, "When I moved to town at the beginning of the year, I heard from a Jianghu master that among the masters in the world, one of them has the same name as my father."
The shop assistant was amused, "Bamboo, you're good, your father is the old monster Wang Xianzhi of Martial Emperor City?"
Bamboo was angry, he shouted, "Nonsense, it's the eleventh in the world!"
The shop assistant suddenly fell silent, after a long time, he said softly, "So it's Wang Mingyin."
Zhuzi's expression was gloomy as she muttered to herself, "But I know that my father is actually a farmer with only a few kilograms of strength. It's not a big deal. It's even better if he's not the eleventh in the world who died outside Xiangfan City. Mother and I can wait for him to come home one day."
The shop assistant sighed, he did not know how to comfort him, he just patted his shoulder.
Bamboo suddenly stood up, pointed at the small bridge, and laughed, "Brother Wen, I won't delay you, I'll go first."
The shop assistant surnamed Wen followed Bamboo's finger and saw a woman holding an umbrella across the bridge, slowly walking over.
He stood up with a bright smile.
The first time he saw her was when they met by chance at the town's market when he returned home. At that time, her friends laughed at him for being a cripple, they did not speak well and treated him as a lecher. She was the only one who was different.
In the past, Xiaonian said that he fell in love with every woman he saw and fell in love with anyone at first sight. He originally thought that when he met the woman before she returned home, she would be the last woman he fell in love with at first sight, and in fact, it was indeed so. After that, he no longer fell in love with anyone at first sight, but after meeting her in the small town, he felt that if he could spend the rest of his life with her, it would be better than anything else.
He jogged out, she had just walked off the bridge.
There were advantages of being small in the small town, there was no rigid etiquette of men and women touching each other, and she was not afraid of this. She tilted the oil-paper umbrella, her face was slightly red, and shielded him from the rain.
He was never glib-tongued when he was with her, and in fact, after returning home, he was no longer as outspoken as before. He was honest and ordinary, and this was probably what she liked about him.
In the past, as soon as he saw a woman, he would dare to flirt with her and say, "Miss, this big brother will help you cook the rice." If the woman ignored him, he would say, "Miss, you must have cultivated three lifetimes of fortune to be able to meet me. If you don't marry me, you must have suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck."
If the woman flew into a rage out of humiliation, he still had countless backup plans.
But he was different now. At that time, when he saw a beautiful woman, his mind was filled with thoughts of getting out of bed. Now, standing beside her, he did not even have the courage to hold her hand.
In the pugilistic world, there was him.
Outside the pugilistic world, there was her.
God did not owe him, Wen Hua, anything.
She lowered her head and mustered up her courage to say, "My father helped me arrange a marriage, but I didn't agree."
He scratched his head and did not say anything.
She pursed her lips.
He suddenly smiled and said, "Why don't we have a son in the future?"
She opened her mouth slightly, her face full of astonishment.
He let out a long breath, it did not seem like he was joking, and said, "Back then, I was engaged to a child. Whoever had a daughter would be at a disadvantage. Of course, if we had a daughter, that would also be very good. "
She turned her head, her face red, but seemed to nod.
He inadvertently lowered his head and saw that her hand that was not holding the umbrella was twisting the corner of her clothes out of habit. He gritted his teeth and finally mustered up the courage to hold her hand again.
She gently pulled her hand away, and then let him hold it.
Wen Hua grinned.
He did not hold the sword.
Holding her hand, this kind of pugilistic world was better than anything.
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