The Legend of Nanshan Jun

A small village with beautiful mountains and clear waters.

There is a small road in the village, which is full of hawkers selling various things.The village is too small, and this temporary market has everything, from chicken, duck, fish, meat and vegetables to cloth and satin, etc., all the things that can be bought in the village are on this road.

Before the sun set, a peddler who was a sugar figure happily started to pack up his stuff, looked around, carefully picked out a hairpin, carefully stuffed it into his pocket, and started to walk home.

When an acquaintance saw him, he couldn't help but tsk-tsk: "Hey! Zhang Jin, I finished work so early, and I'm going to accompany your wife again!"

When the person named Zhang Jin heard it, he laughed out loud, "My wife is now pregnant for one month, so she must take good care of her."

Passing by a small stall selling books, he couldn't help but stop: "Uncle Mo, do you have any new books? Anything is fine, especially anecdotes, which my wife likes the most."

The bookseller squatting on the ground frowned when he saw him, "It's not annoying to remind you every day. My old man can't go to the city to buy goods every day. Let your wife read it slowly and give it to you in a few days."

Zhang Jin nodded again and again, his eyes narrowed into a smile, and the rouge seller next to the bookseller couldn't help but said, "Zhang Jin, why don't I see you buying rouge powder for your wife, just taking care of Lao Lintou's business!"

The book seller snorted twice to express his dissatisfaction, but Zhang Jin replied complacently: "My wife doesn't like these, and he won't look at them after buying them back. Besides, my wife is as beautiful as a fairy, and these rouge and gouache will only ruin him." beauty."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone laughed out loud: "Hey, a vulgar countryman married a beautiful and educated wife, and now he can speak idioms."

"That is to say, those who don't know think they married the emperor's wife."

"Jing nonsense, the emperor's wife is not as delicate as Zhang Jin's little lady! I heard that her ten fingers don't touch the spring water, and she reads or sleeps every day. Fortunately, Zhang Jin earns money from morning to night, and it's not enough for him to buy a book."

"Who told someone to be so knowledgeable and beautiful, he was so fascinated by this piece of Jin that he couldn't find it."

"Being beautiful, knowledgeable, and unable to be eaten, it is better to marry Qiulian from our family, who is capable and easy to bear."

Amidst the chatter and laughter of these hawkers, Zhang Jin had already packed his things and walked home with a smile.

From a distance, I saw a very beautiful person sitting quietly on the rocking chair he made by himself, with his right hand casually resting on the armrest, and his left hand lightly holding a book, reading very intently.

Zhang Jin stared blankly like this for a long time, until he raised his hand tired and changed his posture, resting his chin on his right hand, his eyes left the book, wondering if he was thinking.

Zhang Jin approached slowly, trying not to make a sound that would cause his displeasure.

He foolishly looked at it for a long time, never getting tired of it, until the reader glanced at him coldly, and said casually, "Have you seen enough?"

Zhang Jin quickly regained his senses, his heart started beating wildly, and whenever he got close to him, he couldn't help beating wildly, unable to suppress it.

He scratched his head foolishly, then said with a smile: "Lady, Uncle Mo has no new books these days, just take your time and I'll ask in a few days."

His wife gave a casual "hmm" and didn't continue.

Zhang Jin waited for a while, hesitated for a while, and then carefully took out the hairpin hidden in his chest, and handed it to his wife: "My lady, today's Qixi Festival, I... I picked a hairpin, it's very beautiful , send... to you."

His wife's eyes did not leave the book, she still had a calm expression, she leisurely turned a page of the book, and then replied: "Plug it in for me."

Zhang Jin immediately shook his hands excitedly as if he had received a great gift, and answered "Okay, okay" twice, and then cautiously inserted the hairpin into his wife's soft black hair.

It's just a very ordinary copper hairpin, and the workmanship is also very rough, and only this small village sells fire. In the city, it is just a street stall that no one cares about.For three months, Zhang Jin saved by eating less food every day. When he stuck it in his wife's hair, he felt it was worth it. Not to mention three months, even three years, it was all worth it.

For Zhang Jin, the happiest moment of every day is sitting quietly beside his wife, his wife reading a book, and he looking at his wife, a lifetime of watching like this is not enough.

When the sun gradually set, Zhang Jin finally got up to prepare dinner.The dishes of the country people are very ordinary, and they are finished in two or three strokes. Although they are simple and light, a noble person like his wife has never complained that the food is not delicious.

It's just that his wife is pregnant now, so he can't be careless about the food. This makes Zhang Jin try his best to improve his cooking skills while trying to diversify the dishes, so as to add some nutrition to his wife. His wife is too thin.

After the two had dinner, they sat under the moonlight for a while. His wife liked to look at the stars, but the clouds were too thick this day, and the stars might not be visible.Zhang Jin tugged at his wife's sleeve, and asked softly: "My lady, the night is heavy and dewy, let's go back early to rest."

His wife looked at the sky regretfully for a while, then slowly stood up and walked slowly into the house.

He was wearing ordinary clothes, but he couldn't hide his graceful figure. The breeze swayed his loose robe, and he felt like he was riding the wind.

Zhang Jin stared blankly behind him, quickly walked a few steps to catch up with his pace, and then took his wife's hand: "My lady, I will help you."

The two walked into the house, Zhang Jin hurriedly helped his wife wash up, and then they turned off the lights and fell asleep.

It was a long night, and it was going to be rainy, but Zhang Jin restrained and carefully kissed his wife, and contentedly possessed the person he was fascinated by.

Thinking that his wife was pregnant, and the sexual intercourse should not be too intense, Zhang Jin stopped the intimacy without hesitation, and solemnly promised in his wife's ear.

"My lady, I will treat you well."

"My lady, I, Zhang Jin, swear to God that I will only love you in this life."

He made such an oath more than once.

However, every time, his wife did not respond at all.

Now tonight, except for his wife's shallow breathing, everything is silent.

Zhang Jin had already gotten used to it, and didn't expect any changes, so he squinted his eyes and prepared to fall asleep.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, turned over and asked softly, "Lady, what do you want to eat tomorrow, I'll go buy it earlier."

Ordinary people's life always revolves around eating, drinking and drinking.

For Zhang Jin, every day is the same, the only difference is that after this day, tomorrow will still be the same.

His wife was silent for a while, and then said lightly: "Sour date cake."

"I don't know if there are any sour date cakes. If not, I will ask Aunt Wang to help me make some for my wife to try."

His wife turned over and only said two words: "Whatever."

Zhang Jin stuck behind his wife, hesitated for a long time, and finally carefully asked the question that had been hovering in his heart: "My lady, what's your name?"

The person in front of him didn't answer. Zhang Jin almost thought he was asleep before he said lightly: "Is it so important what your name is? You just need to know that I am your wife."

"Yes, yes, what the lady said is right!" Zhang Jin nodded happily, and was so happy from ear to ear for the latter sentence.

Zhang Jin knew that he had found a treasure.

He didn't expect that the pie in the sky would actually happen to him.

Zhang Jin is an ordinary villager. He is a sugar peddler on weekdays. Due to the pressure of life, he occasionally goes to the mountains to hunt some wild animals to sell.

One day it was getting late while hunting and lost his way, so he had to stay in the mountains.

When passing by a cave, he happened to meet his wife.

At that time, his wife was pregnant and dying, and her personnel was unknown.

When Zhang Jin went to check his breath, he thought his wife was dead, but she still had a body temperature.

Seeing his towering abdomen, Zhang Jin knew it was a dystocia. After hesitating for a while, he decided to cut open his stomach and take out the baby. Maybe the baby could still be saved.

Perhaps it was a mother-child relationship. After the stomach was cut open and the child was taken out, the dead wife actually breathed a little faintly.Zhang Jin quickly stitched up his wife's wound, and then brought him and his child to his residence.

All night long, Zhang Jin was busy taking care of him and his child, nervous and worried.

Although at this moment his wife was in a state of distress, with blood all over her body, and her face was weak and pale, but Zhang Jin was stunned. As a countryman who had lived in the mountains since he was a child, when had he ever seen such a person who looked like a banished fairy?

God was merciful, and in the early morning of the second day, the dying angel finally breathed weakly but steadily.

Zhang Jin immediately invited a doctor from the village to come and see him. It took him a long time to recuperate before his wife gradually recovered.

His wife has been silent since she woke up, her eyes were dull, as if she had lost her soul, and she couldn't take care of the child, only Zhang Jin took care of her.

After the child was born, a scar was left on his wife's abdomen.

His wife would often look at the scar in a daze.

Zhang Jin knew that his wife must have an extraordinary past, but Zhang Jin would never know about this past.

Then one day, his wife seemed to have figured something out, ran to a place not far from the yard, dug a hole, buried something in it, and then erected a tombstone.

Since the tombstone was erected, his wife seemed to have thought about it, and her mood gradually improved.

Zhang Jin didn't know the words on the tombstone, but for his wife, he carefully wrote down the words and asked the gentleman in the village to find out.

That's five words: Tomb of Xie Lingxi.

Zhang Jin didn't know who this person was, but he was happy from the bottom of his heart when he saw his wife seemed to be reborn.

Then one day, his wife wanted to take the child away.

Zhang Jin disagreed with life and death, and locked him in his room every day.

Later, I don’t know who I heard said that raw rice and cooked rice can bind the person you love.

So Zhang Jin had the guts to do the most indecent thing ever done, JW his wife.

Zhang Jin, who is usually honest and honest, didn't even dare to think about this kind of behavior, but at that time he was fascinated by ghosts, as long as he could keep him by his side, he would do even murder and arson.

He remembered very clearly that his wife had changed completely at that time, but surprisingly she didn't cry, she just kept looking at him with very indifferent eyes, and it could even be said that she looked down on him, which made him even more afraid to look up, afraid that his body would be too much. Just looking at it will stain him.

For a moment, he had a hunch that his wife would kill him.

It's just that even if he wants to kill him, he will willingly give his life.

After a few days like this, Zhang Jin also knelt in front of him for several days, and both of them became very haggard.

Finally, his wife said, "I'm hungry."

Zhang Jin seemed to have heard the most beautiful voice in the world, so excited that he almost flew up, and hurried to the neighbor's house to beg for some food, and carefully fed it to his wife.

From then on, his wife never said that she wanted to leave, and indeed she never left again.

Zhang Jin tried his best to treat his wife well, he knew that he couldn't imprison her forever, if he wanted to keep him, he had to make him willing, on this point, Zhang Jin was surprisingly smart.

His wife was taciturn, withdrawn and indifferent.

His wife doesn't like to eat and drink, and she doesn't like to dress well. She only reads books and stargazing.

He doesn't know who his wife is, nor what he has experienced, he is just very satisfied with everything he has now.

Just keep doing it like this.

Another day, Zhang Jin was helping his wife on the road. His wife's belly was obvious, and she was going to give birth in a few months.

Zhang Jin said cautiously: "Lady, you haven't had a good rest these few days and nights, you should catch up on sleep during the day."

His wife only looked away, as if she didn't hear what he said.

After a while, he said: "Go to Beiliang after the baby is born."

Zhang Jin was stunned for a moment, worried that his wife was going to leave him, worried and puzzled at the same time: "Why is the lady going to Beiliang all of a sudden, isn't it good for us to be in West Qin?"

"I heard that the aurora in Beiliang is beautiful, so I want to see it." His wife looked at the stars all over the sky with some fascination, and said leisurely.

Hearing this, Zhang Jin let go of the tension in his heart, and said with a smile: "Since the lady likes it, let's go to Beiliang to have a look. Anyway, I know how to make sugar figurines, and this skill will not suffer anywhere."

Seeing that his wife didn't answer, he hesitated for a while and couldn't help asking: "My lady, after returning from Beiliang, shall we return to Nanxia? After all, it is our hometown..."

His wife gave him a cold look, and then she seemed to smile again, her smile was clear and arrogant: "Where I am, is your hometown."

Sometimes, there is a big difference between what we really want and what we finally get, but no matter how different it is, we only want to have no regrets in our hearts.

Xie Lingxi didn't finally understand this until the moment he was dying.

In the vast sea of ​​people, all he wanted was sincerity.

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