Fantasia: The blind man at the beginning starts with playing the erhu

The grass is dry and the eagle's eyes are anxious, and the snow is as light as the horse's hoof.

Li Pingan and Lao Niu stopped and stopped all the way, abandoning the official road.

Walk happily on the path.

The snow fell more and more heavily, and the bushes on both sides were gradually covered by snow, leaving a vast expanse of whiteness.

After climbing over a mountain, I stepped on another mountain under my feet.

The road up the mountain became narrower, more desolate, and quieter.

One person and one cow, but not lonely.

Li Pingan hummed a song.

"The sea laughs, and the tides on both sides of the bank.

Ups and downs follow the waves, only remember the present

The sky is laughing, and the world is booming one after another

Whoever loses wins, God knows..."

I don't know how long it took, there was finally fireworks ahead.

On the road, I ran into three men carrying some New Year's goods, big and small bags from one end of the mountain to the other.

The beaming appearance is known from their conversation.

It turned out that it was the end of the new year, and there were still brides in the village who were about to get married.

Li Pingan brought the old cow to come forward, ready to ask for a wedding wine.

There was joy in and out of the village, and the feast had not yet begun.

The villagers used blue and red bricks to build temporary stoves to cook and cook.

Banquets in rural areas are almost always door-to-door.

My own kitchen is obviously too small, so I had to build an "open kitchen" to stretch my hands and feet.

While eating melon seeds, everyone chatted about their parents' affairs.

The bigger the scene, the more food is served, and the taste is getting stronger.

Everyone sat around the table, eating and chatting, as if enjoying themselves.

This feeling reminds Li Ping'an of his childhood

I feel that what I eat is not a banquet, but the happy atmosphere and the excitement.

Li Pingan played a cheerful song impromptu.

After all, people can't pull Erquan on the day of great joy.

Li Ping'an really liked this kind of atmosphere.

And the chefs in the countryside cook with a special flavor.

Li Pingan still feels that the cooking masters at Yellow Crane Tower are not as good as the first big banquet he had when he was in Xiaoshan Village.

Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of wine and drunk, and he stays with chicken and dolphin in good years.

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

The bride and groom have also entered the cave.

There was no trouble in the bridal chamber, and almost all the dishes on the plate had bottomed out.

Li Pingan walked to a mountain top, originally wanting to blow some air.

But I saw a young man standing on the top of the mountain waving a bamboo stick.

He looked good, but he was still muttering something.

Li Pingan smiled.

The boy waved vigorously.

After a while, he turned his head and found Li Pingan standing behind him, his face flushed with embarrassment.

Li Pingan smiled, "After eating, strenuous exercise is not good for your health."

The boy touched his stomach and smiled.

Carrying the bamboo stick on his shoulders, he looked at Li Pingan's bamboo stick.

"Uncle, your stick is not as good-looking as mine."

Li Pingan found a clean place to sit down.

"What did you practice just now? Swordsmanship?"

The boy rubbed his hands together and smiled a little embarrassedly.

"...Yes...my dream is to be a knight-errant who walks the world with a sword."

Li Pingan said: "What are you embarrassed to say?"

"They all laughed at me, and my mother also said I was childish."

"I think you are quite ambitious."

"Really?"

The young man's eyes were full of excitement, as if it was quite a big deal to get someone's approval.

"Uncle, let me show you my sword skills."

Teenager waving a stick in the sunset.

The green and yellow overlapping branches and leaves are verdant with the story of time.

Li Pingan smiled.

When I was young, I only felt that the stars could be picked, and I once wiped the setting sun with my sword.

"Uncle, lend me your stick for fun."

"You can't play with this stick."

Li Pingan came to the mood and jumped up from the stone.

He took a step forward, and his whole body became lighter and lighter.

It is the wind and the heart.

A breeze spread out from his body, carrying a fresh breath that could only be smelled in the deep mountains.

There was a coolness in every pore of his body.

It was as if a thin air flow had penetrated his body.

This body is no longer on the mountains, but across thousands of miles

From appointment to blog, from near to far.

The young man stared blankly at this scene, like a fantasy or a dream.

There shouldn't be dreams in life, but there are dreams.

Dreaming of Jianghu guests carrying a pot of wine and lighting a lamp.

The wine is spent in life, and the horse is like the wind.

Dreaming of bending the bow to say goodbye to the moon in Han, and inserting feathers to break the arrogance of heaven.

Dreaming of drinking horses and crossing the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife.

Floating life is like a dream and like smoke.

The wind blew away the dream, and the boy stood tall on the mountain.

Listening to the wind rising and the wind extinguishing, I almost forgot everything in the world.

Li Pingan fell into a dream with a knife, and his clothes fluttered.

[Listen to the wind knife method: 91% - 92%]

......

The boy froze in place, as if something had been opened in his heart.

She trembled all over, and a flash of light flashed in her mind.

He seemed to understand something, but he didn't understand anything.

After a long time, he came back to his senses.

That person has disappeared.

The young man had a childish face, without a hint of fear on his face.

Just a pair of big black and white eyes, looking around.

A leaf fell leisurely.

The boy swung the stick again, bringing a breeze.

Stayed overnight in the village, early the next morning.

Li Pingan set off again on the rising sun.

The boy stood on the mountain, waving the wooden stick over and over again.

.........

Li Pingan went straight to Yumen Pass all the way, all the way north.

He may not remember how many roads he has traveled and how many people he has met.

Rivers, hills, villages.

Those unreachable existences were gradually thrown behind the straw sandals by him.

Thrilling scenes rarely happen.

When he has nothing to do, he sits on the old cow and plays the erhu.

Floating clouds and catkins have no roots, and the sky and the earth are as wide as they fly.

New Year's Day, the beginning of the new year.

Li Pingan walked in the mountains, and the big trees that covered the sky and the sun cut off everything.

You can't hear the sound of fireworks, and you can't smell the joy of the New Year.

Only the north wind in the twelfth lunar month blows like money.

"Lao Niu, it's Chinese New Year!"

Li Pingan opened his mouth, and the wind poured into his stomach.

Old cow: "Moo!"

"There is a hole in front, let's go in and hide!"

..........

The wind and snow were blocked outside, and the light of the fire warmed the small wall hole.

A pot was placed on it, and the ice balls gradually turned into boiling water in it.

After the noodles, there is the Hubing that has just been baked and softened.

Holding a glass of wine, Li Ping touched Lao Niu.

"Happy New Year!"

"Moo~"

Li Pingan let out a breath of cold air, "Grandma, I don't know when we will be able to reach Zhenyao Pass.

When you get to Yumen Pass, you must eat him well. "

The old cow nodded in agreement.

Li Pingan smiled and said silently in his heart.

"New year, wish Najib.

Everything is happy, Sui Anping. "