The person who wears fast takes tea and cools

"The first time I saw the word, I knew what kind of future I was looking for. Taking part in the scientific examination was to avenge my father's grievances, and being an official in the court was for the common people. But reading is my right to the word" 'The nostalgia."

After listening to Yan Shisan's answer, Xue Chenyin said: "The nostalgia for 'words' means that Brother Yan only reads for the sake of learning and writing."

"Yeah. I also need to understand the meaning of 'words' and the meanings and emotions they represent." Yan Shisan smiled and touched Xue Chenyin's head, but Xue Chenyin took a picture of it.

Xue Chenyin said to Yan Shisan solemnly: "Brother Yan, I am not a child anymore! Don't touch my head all the time."

Yan Shisan looked at Xue Chenyin quietly, and before Xue Chenyin felt goosebumps all over his body when Yan Shisan looked at him, he said, "Brother Yin, how old are you this year?"

"Xu-year-old thirteen." Xue Chenyin swallowed, always feeling that Brother Yan who looked like this was scary.

"Ah!" Yan Shisan elongated his voice, "Brother Yin is thirteen years old this year, and his hair is neither tied nor crowned, and his hair is not fully grown. What is it if he is not a child?"

"..." Xue Chenyin looked at Yan Shisan silently, and said, "Brother Yan, I feel that you have changed a lot recently! You were never willing to talk to me before, but now you talk to me from time to time. Talk to me, it feels like a different person."

"Warning warning warning! The protagonist doubts the identity of the tasker! World awareness is gradually approaching! Warning warning warning!" The urgent mechanical sound sounded in the mind, deafening.

"Master Host!"

Yan Shisan picked his ears, the mechanical sound hurt his ears a bit, he looked at Xue Chenyin, not flustered at all by the approach of world consciousness.

"Brother Yin, people will always change. The first thing to do to survive in this world is to adapt to the rules of this world. People can only force themselves to adapt, but they cannot make them adapt to themselves. This is constant The theorem that never changes. My father is dead, and my mother is gone. If I still bury my head and ignore the world as before, I would have died a long time ago. Go up the mountain to chop firewood and go to the street to earn travel expenses. Talk to you and take the source Hua and so on are all my adaptation to this world. Although I don’t like the world outside the rules, and I don’t like the trajectory of life to change too much, but I must change, otherwise I must be eliminated by the world.”

"It has been detected that the world consciousness is gradually withdrawing. Warm reminder, the tasker must not arouse the suspicion of the protagonist and lead to the detection of the world consciousness."

He poured Xue Chenyin a big mouthful of chicken soup in time, and successfully dispelled his doubts.

Yan Shisan tore off a leaf above his head, held it in his hand and shook Xuan'er, "Brother Yin, tell me your way, how do you go? How do you want to go? How would you go?"

"I don't know." Xue Chenyin unconsciously wrote on the ground. He didn't know what he was writing, but just waved the branch in his hand unconsciously.

But Yan Shisan saw clearly that what Xue Chenyin wrote was the word "forgiveness".

Although I don't quite understand why Xue Chenyin wrote such a word, it doesn't prevent Yan Shisan from being dissatisfied with Xue Chenyin. Xue Chenyin has always been well protected by Lin Niang.Lin Niang didn't tell Xue Chenyin his identity, she didn't tell Xue Chenyin about her inescapable mission and responsibility, she just told Xue Chenyin to study hard so that he could become an official in the future.

People always say that the grievances of the previous generation have nothing to do with the next generation, but those who have not experienced such a thing as being exterminated are not qualified to persuade others to let go of their hatred.The dead are not their blood relatives, so of course they can stand up and speak without back pain and say such generous words as "let go".

Linniang didn't want Xue Chenyin to fall into the grievances of the previous generation.But did Lin Niang ever ask Xue Chenyin if he was willing to shoulder his mission?Did she ever ask Xue Chenyin if he would let go of the hatred of his blood relatives who died tragically at the hands of others?

She didn't ask.

Lin Niang can't make the decision for Xue Chenyin, only Xue Chenyin can decide whether to let go or take revenge.

Hatred is not a good thing, but it can sharpen a person's heart and speed up the pace of growth.

And people always say let it go, but how many people can let it go?

Yan Shisan: "Brother Yin, you can't keep walking along the path pointed out by others. Other people's path belongs to others, not yours. Only you can decide which path to take, whether the path you choose is easy or difficult, No one knows, but whether to go or not, only you can decide."

"If I'm going the wrong way..."

"There is no wrong way in this world." Yan Shisan interrupted Xue Chenyin, saying: "If you are sure that your choice is correct, then keep going, no matter what others say. Their words are not important. The way is Yours, your life is yours, you are the right one, and everyone else is... floating clouds." It was so risky, it almost turned into bullshit.Yan Shisan heaved a sigh of relief, it's okay, it's okay, it didn't spoil the children.

Xue Chenyin looked at Yan Shisan, "Is that so?"

Yan Shisan: "That's it."

The two of them didn't talk too much after that, but sat together under the big tree to enjoy the shade. After sitting for a long time, they got up and walked to Yan Shisan's house when the sky became slightly cooler.

The days are still so ordinary, time flies, and two months have passed in a blink of an eye.

When the first snowflakes fluttered and fell on the ground, the second and third came one after another, but overnight, the world was covered with a thin layer of snow white.

The snow reached ankle height, and the temperature also dropped. Everyone put on thick clothes.But Yuanhua, who is used to enjoying himself, put on a thick mink cicada coat and a snow-colored fox fur cloak when the first snow fell.

Xue Chenyin's clothes were purchased by Yan Shisan from the town after gathering the medicine. After all, he could not take out huge property that did not meet the identity of the original owner for no reason. Rare treasures came to subsidize the family.

Xue Chenyin was wearing a dark purple padded gown. Even though he was still young, he managed this flamboyant and domineering dark purple very well. At a young age, he showed a sense of rebelliousness, and there was also a hostility in his eyebrows and eyes. and the rudiments of decision.Because of his young age, he couldn't restrain himself completely, and it looked like the "I am the only one" that is unique to young people.

Yan Shisan is still dressed in blue, but holds a bright red oil-paper umbrella in his hand, which is flamboyant and dazzling, neither in character nor in behavior.Everyone asked him why he chose a red oil-paper umbrella, and Yan Shisan's answer was "I'm used to it".

In the first world, although the opera singer is dressed in white, he holds a red oil-paper umbrella all year round.Yan Shisan took over his people, his plays, his white clothes, and his oil-paper umbrella.

Later, when he went to another world, Yan Shisan also took the red oil-paper umbrella and kept it in his hand. He also developed a habit that was difficult to change, cared for it carefully, and treated it with care.

Maybe it's just an oil-paper umbrella, which can be bought for a dozen or twenty yuan. It's not too expensive, and it doesn't deserve such care and piety.

But Wei Yan Shisan knows that the reason why the opera singer has been holding a bright red oil-paper umbrella all his life is because he practiced kung fu standing in the snow when he was young.

On a snowy and freezing day, only the little girl from the neighbor’s house came through the dog hole in the corner of the wall in a little red jacket, loosened her beautiful bun, and ignored it, holding a beautiful The red oil-paper umbrella ran up to him and held up a red oil-paper umbrella for him to block the falling snow.

Obviously, the man was not as tall as the umbrella, but he tried his best to stand on tiptoe, blushing and holding his breath, and raised his hand to support the umbrella for him.

Just like that, one didn't move, and the other dangled holding an umbrella to shield the two of them from the snow.A small red oil-paper umbrella, in the snowy sky, was as hot and dazzling as a flame, blocking the sky for the two children.

This is the friendship between these two people, but unfortunately, only one of them will remember it in his heart for a lifetime.

That's why, only when he dies, will he express his love.

Hidden for a lifetime, but still lost to the love and longing for her before he died.

In that oil-paper umbrella, all his feelings for her were entrusted, just like the color of the umbrella, scorching hot and dazzling, but no one knew it.

Yan Shisan hid the oil-paper umbrella for seven years, engraved his love and longing into his bones, and it became a habit that could never be changed for the rest of his life.

He is such a rigid person, he doesn't like breaking the rules, and he doesn't like breaking the rules.

On the day of the winter solstice, it is time to eat dumplings.

Yuanhua chops stuffing, Xue Chenyin rolls out the skin, and Yan Shisan tunes stuffing to make dumplings.

The atmosphere is warm, warm like fireworks in every household living in the mortal world.

With a large bowl full of dumplings, Yan Shisan took Xue Chenyin and Yuan Hua to deliver the dumplings to the old woman who had been widowed for many years at the end of the village.

That old woman is almost a hundred years old this year, and she is a veritable long-lived person, but her reputation is not very good.Her parents died when she was young, and her husband died within two or three years of getting married. After finally raising the child, her son, daughter-in-law and grandson died together, leaving her to live alone until now.

Many people have rumored that the old woman lived to a hundred years by absorbing the lives of her parents, husband, son, daughter-in-law, and grandson. With this old lady living well, she has lived to this day and is still in good health.

Although the villagers are kind-hearted, ghosts and gods are always in awe, which also led to the fact that no one cares about the old woman in the village and can only hide in the mountains.

Yan Shisan didn't take it seriously, this mother-in-law just had a hard life, her family's deaths were all due to epidemics and disasters, the mother-in-law was just lucky, she survived, but was rumored to be an unknown person.

Not as the saying goes, people are born with a predetermined destiny.It is her life that she can live, so what does it matter to ghosts and gods?It's just rumors, why do you believe them?Instead of believing these rumors, it is better to believe your own feelings.

When Yan Shisan first arrived, he accidentally saw the old woman secretly put down a few wild fruits outside his house, and she was skillful in her movements. In the memory of the original owner, he often found wild fruits at the door. The original owner thought it was a child from the village. In fact, it was sent secretly by this old man who was regarded as "unknown".

After that, Yan Shisan gradually got acquainted with the old man by chopping firewood.Occasionally, I would secretly pack firewood for the elderly and stack it neatly in the corner, or help fill up the water and send some rice noodles.

When the days get better, Yan Shisan will often leave a meal for the old man, taking this as a way of repaying the favor of the original owner.

The days of the winter solstice are cold, and the old man is lonely living alone on the mountain. Although there is no danger, loneliness is inevitable.A hundred-year-old man, living alone in the mountains with limited mobility, without relatives to accompany him, living alone, how pitiful and desolate.

So when Yan Shisan brought two lively and warm people to the old man's house, the old man's smiling face turned into a chrysanthemum.She happily ate the bowl of warm dumplings wrapped in Yan Shisan's bosom with a smile, and talked to Yan Shisan and the others while eating. It was just a bowl of dumplings, but she could see that the old man How satisfied and happy.

After the old man finished eating the dumplings, Yan Shisan and the others stayed with the old man for a while, heated up the kang for the old man, took the peace talisman given to them by the old man, and disappeared into the night under the caring eyes of the two. .

This is the warmth of fireworks in the world.