Faraway Wanderers

Wen Kexing did what he said, put that big stone, and pretended to write the epitaph for Mr. Long slowly. It was really "slowly", just like embroidery, engraving a dozen or so words a day , You have to look up and down, look left, look right, you have to rhyme correctly and the font is elegant, and you have to take a few steps back after writing, appreciate it yourself, put your hands on your back, shake your head and shake your head, as if you are Li Du alive.

Looking at the content again, it is simply a thousand words and a thousand miles away from the topic. The three papers can't see a donkey's hair, and they can play freely. Even Zhang Chengling read it and felt that Senior Wen was probably too focused when he wrote the epitaph. Senior Long forgot all about it.

Zhou Zishu drifted around the rivers and lakes when he was young. He has always been rough-skinned and thick-skinned. It was unbearable, but the young boy didn't dare to complain, for fear that his master would say that he was hurt and wanted to leave.

But it was probably because this winter was too cold, even the middle of Sichuan was frozen, people and animals were a little lazy, Zhou Zishu really forgot about leaving.

After Laba and the new year, although there are only three people in this huge Zhuangzi, it is still lively and lively every day.

That day Zhou Zishu huddled in Wen Kexing's arms for half the night, so that Wen Kexing was a little terrified the next day - he knew that he would suffer if he was injured, but he didn't know that he would suffer such a great pain. When he got up, he treated Zhou Zishu like a porcelain man, and didn't dare to mess around with him anymore.

But who would have thought that after observing him for two days with trepidation, he found that this week the porcelain man had reached a certain level of heartlessness. Usually, when it's time to joke, to swear, to wash your face, you can wash away your haggard look, and you can continue to eat chopsticks during breakfast, and you are in good spirits, not at all polite, and your performance is completely normal.

I knew in my heart that some people are not born with delicate lives, and it is better to pity a pig than to pity him, which is really a waste of emotion.

When Long Xiao was there, every month there were villagers from the mountain bringing up supplies, he was very wary, he only manipulated the puppets to give things and money, and he didn't see anyone.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing studied for a long time, during which they fought countless rounds, and each had four or five "trash"-themed nicknames with different descriptions, finally found that The puppet doesn't listen to everyone, so Wen Guzhu had no choice but to condescend to hold the map, and fumbled to pick up the new year's goods.

A group of simple and honest villagers always only see dummy when they come here, but this time they suddenly saw a flesh and blood man, who seemed to come down from the sky, and they thought that the god had finally come down to earth, and they bowed to his outstanding lightness kung fu, who disappeared in a blink of an eye. Bye again.

The three happily packed up their things and waited for the New Year.

What is Chinese New Year?The common people have worked hard for a whole year, reluctant to eat, reluctant to wear, looking forward to the food left by God, looking forward to a safe and peaceful year, looking forward to a family reunion in the end - life is not easy, looking forward to Thinking, it's not that I don't feel wronged in my heart, it's just that I have been doing this for thousands of years, and this bit of grievance has settled in my bones, and it no longer shows itself.

Only on the day of the Chinese New Year, let it go suddenly, set off a few firecrackers crackling, make a big noise, take out all the things you usually don't want to eat, and treat yourself well.

Even if it's the beginning of spring and then tighten your belt.I look forward to such a indulgence all year round, even if I am poor, as long as I have a family, I have to take care of it.

Master Wen Gu didn't expect that there would be a day in his life where he would have to cook the New Year's Eve dinner with his own hands. Zhang Chengling used to be the young master. It's an uncle, and it's still an uncle now.

Wen Kexing felt that this event was of great commemorative significance, so he spent a lot of time thinking about it, and was so busy that he first instructed Zhang Chengling: "Little devil, kill the chicken."

Zhang Chengling was taken aback, looked at the squawking chicken, pointed to himself, and said, "Senior, I...kill...it?"

Wen Kexing laughed and said, "Could it be possible to return it to kill you? Hurry up, the chicken needs to be stewed early, and it will taste better after a long time."

Zhang Chengling tremblingly picked up the knife, walked over on tiptoe, summoned up his courage, raised his hands up, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, and was about to chop down. The chicken flapped its wings and hopped aside, hissing with its neck stuck. With a cry, it meant to fight him to the end.

Zhang Chengling took a step forward cautiously, and boldly stretched out his hand to grab it. The chicken saw that he was strong but it jumped up fiercely, and pecked at his hand. Zhang Chengling was so frightened that he quickly retreated. , every step of the way, one person and one bird didn't know who was going to kill whom, so they jumped up and down in the small yard, crying and crying.

Zhou Zishu was squatting at the door of the kitchen with a piece of dry grass in his mouth, enjoying watching it very happily. Wen Kexing saw that he was idling around, so he stuck out his toe and tapped him, instructing him: "Niu Dao, go and kill the chicken. "

Zhou Zishu raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, only to hear Zhang Chengling yelling from the side: "Master, help me!"

So Uncle Zhou finally didn't say anything, and obediently went to kill chickens. He was quick at killing people and slaughtering animals. The rooster fighter finally withered in his hands, and he died without even leaving his last words.Zhou Zishu's skill at disembowelling the belly was even more remarkable. After a short while, he cleaned up the chicken, washed his hands and turned it around and came back, doing nothing again.

Wen Kexing looked at his finished product, and felt that this man was very virtuous, so he commanded while chopping vegetables: "Light up the fire in the stove for me."

There was a puppet standing next to the stove, with its head lowered and not moving. It can be seen that these things in this place are not done by humans. Zhou Zishu picked up the puppet and put it aside, just listening to Wen Kexing's busy schedule. I still didn't forget to take the time to tease him: "That unfilial son surnamed Long really doesn't know how to enjoy himself. To eat, you must eat something made by someone himself. There is aura and taste, and maybe there is affection... "

He winked at Zhou Zishu and said, "When you try it at night, you'll be able to eat it."

Zhou Zishu ignored it, and squatted on the ground to study the stove as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He clumsily picked up the tongs and reached out to hold them. He felt awkward, so he changed his position to hold them again, and studied them over and over again. several times.

Wen Kexing waited for a long time without any movement, tilted his head to look, and couldn't help but said: "Okay, why are you looking at it affectionately? Hurry up and start a fire."

Zhou Zishu had never done such a thing before, so he took a large bundle of firewood in for granted, stuffed it in, tilted his head to look, and saw that it was not full, thinking that it would be troublesome to add more firewood later, so he pretended to be smart. Thinking of getting it done once and for all, I brought another bundle, stuffed it in all at once, and lit it.

This is terrible, the fire didn't see a few stars, the black smoke came out first, but he hid quickly, holding the tongs and took a big step back, staring at the stove in bewilderment, Wen Kexing hurried Came over to rescue, pulled out more than half of the firewood, turned his head and coughed twice, and said, "Ancestor, you want to burn the house?"

Zhou Zishu was dumbfounded for a moment, and then pretended to understand: "This firewood is not good, the smoke is so heavy, it must be too wet."

He was also invited out by Wen Kexing with tears streaming down his face, and stared at Zhang Chengling, sitting on the ground waiting for food.

When it was getting dark, Wen Kexing prepared the grand New Year's Eve dinner on the big table. It was getting colder outside, and the northwest wind made the window lattices "squeak" non-stop, and there were several small stoves in the room. , but it was steaming hot, the wine was warm, and the aroma gradually came out. Zhang Chengling happily followed the dishes on the table one by one, and sat down, feeling as if he was blinded by the heat.

He thought that he would never have a home again in this life, and that he was destined to be homeless in this life, but who knew that he could still live such a decent year, so he felt that most of the grievances in his heart were gone, and he looked at Zhou Zishu eagerly, and then at Looking at Wen Kexing, I thought this would be God's eyes.

Zhou Zishu was born with good wine, smelling the smell, he was immediately aroused, poured himself a cup first, lowered his eyes, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it for a while, then took a sip, only feeling that the wine brewed privately by the farmhouse, although It is not a famous product, but it contains an indescribable mellow fragrance, which melts on the tip of the tongue, and makes the internal organs warm and comfortable along the way.

He remembered that at this time in previous years, the capital city was the busiest, there was a night market, and the Moon Mother on the Hopeful Moon River sang, Jin Wu couldn't help it, it was extremely prosperous, but the decades-old high-quality wine in the glass seemed to be stained with makeup It smells like breath, and when I drink it in my mouth, I always think about other things in my heart, so it becomes dull and tasteless, it doesn't have such a fragrance.

Suddenly a pair of chopsticks came into the bowl and brought him some food. Zhou Zishu raised his head in astonishment, and saw Wen Kexing, who had always been pleasing to the eye, looked at him with a soft smile on his face, and said, "Eat, eat!" drunkard."

He felt as if a string in his heart had been gently plucked.

Wen Kexing suddenly sighed, and said with emotion: "This is really the most year-like year in my life."

Zhang Chengling didn't know who he was, but he just listened in a daze, only to hear Wen Kexing continue: "In the past and today, it was just dealing with a bunch of people who either flattered or had evil intentions, and then with Gu Xiang, Like that, I drank a few glasses of wine and had nothing to say to her, so I spent another year in a daze."

He shook his head: "If you don't have a home, what year will you live? It's just boring yourself."

In Zhang Chengling's eyes, Senior Wen immediately turned into a poor man with a bleak life experience, and he felt sympathetic.Zhou Zishu looked at him with a half-smile and said, "Where are your red... blue-faced confidants?"

Wen Kexing said: "One pays to get drunk, and the other sells himself as a joke. What do you say? Axu, have a good Chinese New Year, don't be jealous."

Zhou Zishu really wanted to splash him with wine, but after all he was reluctant, he hesitated again and again, and still poured it into his mouth.

After a hot New Year's Eve dinner, Zhang Chengling pulled out a bunch of firecrackers from nowhere, and set them up in the yard. The firecrackers were booming, and the firecrackers marked off the new year. He laughed like a careless teenager .

Zhou Zishu sat on the steps, drinking non-stop, Wen Kexing also sat down, reached out and snatched his wine glass unexpectedly, squinted at him and smiled, deliberately found the place where his lips touched just now, and wiped away the rest of the wine. He drank half of the glass of wine, and finally licked the rim of the glass unsatisfied.

Zhou Zishu turned his head away from him, but felt his ears were hot, Wen Kexing held his hand with a smile, pulled it over and put it into his arms to warm it.

In my heart, I feel that this year has been the happiest in my life.