Happy little peasants

Zhang Hui was wandering in the Zhigengyuan. These days he was very distressed. After two years of hard work, with the help of Xie Zhuo and Xiang Yan, he made rapid progress, and he was about to break through the realm of open pulse, but it was a long time. There is no way to break the mirror, and this state has lasted for many days, completely unable to see the progress, his mind is full of chaos, and if he is so bored, he is worried that he will go crazy.

At this time, it was the beginning of spring, and the garden of Zhigengyuan was full of spring. The new leaves from the wicker seemed to be strung into a string of beads. After a rain, it became more crystal clear.

"It's another spring." Zhang Hui sighed in his heart.

Since he lost his eyebrows, the empty four seasons have turned twice in his eyes.After a round of spring, summer, autumn and winter passed, he recalled in his heart the appearance of eyebrows in these four seasons.

Two years later, he no longer has the strong urge to find his eyebrows from time to time like before. As time goes by, the waves in his heart will always calm down a little bit, and sometimes he will imagine eyebrows. Meimei may live very peacefully in another world.

Without knowing it, Zhang Hui walked to the small yard where Meimei used to live, and the flowers and trees on the fence of that yard grew more prosperous.He remembered again the way he had seen his eyebrows washed his head and drying his hair beside the bush of winter jasmine, which became the most beautiful picture he had seen in his memory.

Suddenly he felt that the joys of his youth were really gone forever, and all of this had passed inadvertently.

At this time, a woman cleaning the library came out of the courtyard. They used to live with eyebrows.The woman saw Zhang Hui walking nearby and said with a smile: "Oh, I haven't seen you for a long time. I must be thinking about eyebrows. I think she is useless here, so I have to look for it!"

Ordinary people are not like cultivators. They are not able to understand things like the Gate of Long River. In their opinion, the eyebrows are still in this world, but they are separated from Zhang Hui.

Zhang Hui seemed to be awakened by this woman suddenly, and suddenly he felt that his eyebrows were still in this world, waiting for him to find her somewhere.

Thinking of this, he immediately told Yuan Zhixing and Xiang Yan to leave Lushan.

Prior to this, he had heard that Yundou defeated Fan Ying’s rebels with a formation in the army. Soon he had to return home to Lushan to visit Xie Zhuo and Xiang Yan. He left as soon as he wanted to. It's too late to leave before meeting Yundou.

Zhang Hui thought of the route that Mei Mei had said that she and Gu Zhu wandered along the river to the east. She said that she liked those places along the road very much. If she had the opportunity, she would go there again, Zhang Hui Thinking of this, I felt that I first walked east along the river.

He knew that this kind of unconscious search method was silly, but after two years of calming his heart, he suddenly had a strong urge to go all over the world to find eyebrows.

When he got to a place, he always imagined what the eyebrow would say and what it would do, and he would also imagine what the eyebrow would look like if he were wearing the clothes of the locals.

When he walks, he sometimes wakes up. In fact, he is not looking for Meimei, but using the world he sees to miss Meimei.

Although sometimes the misses in his heart have faded, he can look at everything calmly, and when he thinks of eyebrows, he no longer feels as excited as before.

In the summer, Zhang Hui floated a long way out on the sea in a boat by the sea. He thought that Gou Xin had gone east, and perhaps he was living such a life.On the sea, he knew that the world was so big and wonderful. He felt like he was transformed into a bird at this moment, free to come and go without being restricted by his feet.

Next, he walked from the east to the south, and then to the west. This was a familiar road, which was the direction he used to go to Yaowanggu.Along the way, he watched the leaves gradually turn yellow, watched the color of passersby’s clothes change from elegant to red and green, and felt the difference in the accents of different places, the different tastes for food, and many very detailed places. This is where the fun of his journey is.

When he walked near He County, he suddenly thought that it was very close to Yaowanggu, and he also thought of Wenxin. At this time, it seemed that he could go to Yaowanggu to find Wenxin and talk about his feelings over the past two years. I don’t know why He always felt that she was someone he could speak at any time. Her intelligence and understanding, as well as her gentle temperament, humor and fun, gave him a sense of self-confidence from the beginning.

"Still not going." Zhang Hui walked to the intersection of Shangyao Wanggu and suddenly turned his head. On the way, he hadn't met anyone he knew, nor had he deliberately sought out anyone. Walking aimlessly, as if re-exploring in an unfamiliar world, he felt like he had passed through the gate of the Long River, just like his eyebrows.

Zhang Hui began to walk north again, because he felt that the autumn in the north was more beautiful. When he used this reason to decide his itinerary, he felt very proud. In the past, he decided to go south or north. These are all involuntary reasons, and now how he wants to go, the reason is good-looking, which is the same as the reason Xie Zhuo likes something. Fun and interesting are the reasons. Often when the reason is simple, it requires a stronger heart. .

In November, Zhang Hui went to a place called Yanguan. It was surrounded by high mountains and flat in the middle. It was a relatively closed place, but the winter here was particularly beautiful.When it snows, the eyes are white and endless, making it extremely peaceful and tranquil.

But the smell of fireworks can be seen everywhere in this place. The thick roofs covered by snow are filled with straight smoke. There are always large and small footprints in the snow, and occasionally you can see the freezing under the eaves. The yellow dog, that kind of cold and sophisticated eyes look like an old man who has lived a long time.

In order to join in the fun in this place, Zhang Hui would also go to the nearby mountains to catch hares and pheasants and then sell them on the street. He wore a fur hat that was big enough to cover his eyes, put his hands in the sleeves of a large cotton coat, and squatted. Looking at the pedestrians coming and going, I shouted from time to time: "Pheasant and hare, sell it cheaply, and close the stall when sold out!"

He looked up at the passers-by, and occasionally a nice young girl walked by, and he would imagine her eyebrows.Seeing the vegetable seller next to him picking up the unsold vegetables and returning home, he will also imagine his home is here. When he returns home, he can smell the fragrant food and brows. He came out to sweep the snow off his back, and then handed the stove to his arms.