Qianxiang Baimei

Chapter 1
At a quarter of an hour, the sky began to glow with a light blue light, and the small stick pushed open the firewood door. The first thing he did was to look at the wooden house to the east—the cloth strip tied to the door had not been touched, and it seemed that Master was He didn't return all night, and he didn't know where he drank and gambled.

She sighed, shook her head and went to fetch water from the earthen well behind the yard.

In summer, it dawns early, and within a short time, the sunlight has penetrated the white mist in the forest and sprinkled in this small courtyard.The yard is not big, with three wooden houses side by side, surrounded by a circle of fences. There are a few small fields behind the yard, where radishes and green vegetables are randomly planted, and there is an earthen well next to it, with two wooden barrels tied to the well wheel, and a few skylarks are parked in it. The above kept calling.

The small mallet is small and weak, and it takes a long time to carry a bucket of water, and it takes a few times to shake it to fill the water tank.In the past, this work was all done by the master, but one day the master led her to the edge of the earth well, compared her head, and said: "Little stick, you are now taller than this well, and you will do the work of lifting water in the future." do it."

Alas, Gao Bijing, she was six years old at that time?Still seven years old?Forget it, anyway, Master has always been a disrespectful old man, she has long been used to it.

There was nothing to eat at home, and the little mallet spent a long time in the kitchen digging out two sweet potatoes that were about to dry out. He moved a bamboo chair and sat in front of the door to peel and eat.

The sky is getting brighter, the birds in the forest are jubilant, chirping one after another, the wind in the forest is cool and humid, this is a pleasant morning, if you forget about the messy and heartless master, maybe it will be more pleasant.

Thinking about it with their toes, they can guess that the little money they managed to earn last month may have been lost by the master.His luck has always been terribly bad, but he is also particularly addicted to gambling.The two of them, master and apprentice, spend most of the year in a different place, pretending to be gods and ghosts, bluffing and deceiving, and working hard to get some money, just because he drinks and gambles, but no matter how hard they live, they will never be able to get new clothes and food. I am ten years old this year, and I am still wearing the robe that my master made in the early years. It is full of patches.

The master likes to call himself a living god. He has learned some miscellaneous alchemy from somewhere, and often uses the name of subjugating demons to swindle people around, drawing a few talisman papers on people, saying that they are exorcising dirt.In the early years when she was still young, her master would not take her out. When she was five years old, she could speak fluently, and she began to bluff with her master. If she is a master of Taoism, she will pretend to be a little Taoist boy.After traveling all these years, the days when I can stay at home are really few and far between.

After eating two sweet potatoes, Xiao Bangchui felt that she was still not full. I wondered if she was going to grow again recently. She always felt that she was not full, but there was no cooked food at home, so she could only touch her half-full belly to pour radish and green vegetables Water, loosen the soil by the way.

As soon as the hoe hit the ground, a big black centipede emerged in a panic. The little stick couldn't help but think of the centipede they subdued in Yuncheng last month. It was a monster, hundreds of times bigger than ordinary centipedes. He was taller than a human being and could breathe black smoke. Master threw ten cinnabar talisman papers to get rid of it.

Speaking of it, the master is still a little real, and occasionally he can take action to subdue some troublesome little monsters, such as the centipede spirit last month, but there are not so many troublesome monsters in the world. In order to make a living, it is still a situation of deceiving people mostly.

Little Bangchui took out a few pieces of yellow talisman paper from her bosom, on which the talisman had already been drawn with cinnabar, imitating her master's posture, she concentrated her breath, and threw the talisman paper out with a whoosh, and was blown away by the wind as soon as she threw it out—— Still not good, she shook her head.

Over the years, she has also been learning alchemy from her master. It is said that she needs to use the aura of the five elements of the world for her own use, so that the talisman can be shot out steadily and pasted on the monsters to subdue them.She has never felt any aura, no matter how she meditates or enters into a samadhi, she can't realize what it feels like to have aura entering her body.

Perhaps, as Master said, she has no talent and cannot work in this profession.

However, if she can't learn alchemy, what will she do in the future?The master is old, and they are not like other people, they live in a lively group in the town.Because of pretending to be ghosts and tricks everywhere, the master and apprentice have always lived in this house in the deep mountains and old forests, so as not to be troubled by others. Once the master goes away one day, what will she do for a living?Just like this, grow vegetables by yourself in the deep mountains and old forests, and live alone?

Alas, although there are many people in this world, they are the only two who depend on each other for life.

Early in the morning is not a good time to think about such gloomy things.The little mallet rolled up her sleeves, but she was still hungry, so she simply dug some radishes and burned them.

As soon as he turned around, he heard slow footsteps coming from outside the courtyard, followed by a choking smell of tobacco leaves. The master was flushed and came back smiling with a pipe in his mouth.

"...Master, you are back." Little Bangchui looked at him expressionlessly, and his voice was indifferent.

"Oh, I saw your zombie face as soon as I came back." The master seemed to be in a very good mood, smiling and leaning on the old wicker chair he used to sit on, and couldn't close his mouth: "A little girl Don't laugh or make trouble, keep a straight face all day long, and get annoyed when you see it. Forget it, I'm lucky today, I won a lot, and I don't care about you as a teacher."

As he said that, he took out an oiled paper bag from his wide, patched sleeve, and threw it over: "I bought you a new set of clothes, please change them to Master."

Little Stick was finally shocked, Master bought new clothes?give her?All the stones in the yard know how stingy Master is, and he would never admit to winning money, not to mention buying new clothes, even a piece of candy has been reluctant to buy her for the past ten years.

Is it a dream?She pinched herself quietly.

"You didn't respond to buying you new clothes, and you didn't even say thank you, master?" The master was very dissatisfied as he tapped the pipe on the stone.

"This... this..." She hesitated, looked down at the skirt, then looked up at the master, looked back and forth for a long time, and finally asked suspiciously: "Are you sure you bought it for me? Master, are you drunk? My name is What do you remember?"

"Small club." The master breathed out a puff of smoke, impatiently, "Just wear it, don't worry about it.

The oiled paper bag in her hand was strangely heavy, she slowly opened it, and there was a pink skirt in the paper bag, made of silk and satin, with orchid grass embroidered on the corner, so delicate and beautiful, before she could only see it from a distance The beautiful clothes she saw a few times are now lying in her hands.

Luo skirt...it's still pink...She hasn't worn a girl's clothes until she was ten years old, let alone such a beautiful and delicate dress. She held the skirt in her hand and looked at it over and over again. She couldn't figure out how to wear it for a while. I always feel that this dress is beautiful, but it is not what I should wear at all.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Master urged impatiently.

The little mallet let out a long breath, and was about to take off the tattered and patched old clothes without saying a word. The master hit her on the forehead with a cigarette: "You are a girl doll! You are still ten years old and still look like a wild boy? Give me the clothes and go to the house!"

Wearing a skirt feels wrong for the whole person, as if she is no longer a small stick, and I don't know whether to become a medium stick or a big stick.The little mallet was holding the skirt that was too long, making it difficult to walk.The new clothes were so big that the skirt covered her feet, she carefully lifted them up, pushed the chaimen open and walked out.

"It's ready." The skirt is so light and fluffy, how do you want to work and do things when you wear it?Won't it get dirty?

The master looked at her with burning eyes, and then laughed loudly: "You are still a wild boy in a skirt! Thick skin, thick eyebrows, dark face, when will you be like a girl?"

The little mallet touched her head, her hair was tied up like a boy's, so it was convenient to do things, but it would look ridiculous with a skirt.She thought of the beautiful and delicately dressed little girls she had seen in the town before, with flowers on their hair, beautiful colorful beads on their ears, clogs stuffed with powder, and they walked vividly every step of the way. Lian is swaying and colorful, and she doesn't seem to be from the same world as her.

"Why did you think of buying me a skirt?" She still couldn't help asking.

The master smiled and said, "Thinking about you being ten years old, I should buy you something for a baby girl at such an age. Hey, time flies so fast, it will be ten years in a blink of an eye, when I picked you up from the river, The little face is not as big as half my palm, and it's alive and kicking now."

Huh?The little stick was stunned for a moment, and looked at the master's talkative face in amazement. This was the first time he talked about her life experience. Before, he only said that she was picked up. So she was thrown into the river?

The master seems to be very interested today, swallowing clouds and fog, and talking endlessly: "It's the river at the bottom of the mountain. Early in the morning, I was rushing to get the talisman paper and cinnabar, and I saw you floating down from the upper reaches, wrapped in a swaddling cloth. , I have no letters or tokens around me, and the umbilical cord seems to have just been cut off. I was still thinking that some unscrupulous family upstream lost their own child, and I walked all the way with you in my arms and asked, but in the end I didn’t find out why. You were a little young at the time, and you didn’t cry when you were hungry. In the first few days when you were hugged, you had delicate and delicate features, but who knew that you followed me, but the longer your features grew, the more you looked like me. I thought, maybe you and I are destined, so let’s You left it to yourself."

While he was talking, he looked at the expression on the little mallet. She had no expression at all, as if she was listening to someone else's story, and she remained motionless.This child is like this as soon as he comes home. How obedient he was when he was pretending to be a little boy outside, he could talk and laugh, but why did he become a boring gourd at home?Did she only joke when she was lying?

"Well, little mallet..." Master cleared his throat, "Don't you have anything to ask about your life experience?"

　This is the online version of "Qianxiangyin", which is very different from the physical version. There are not many romance parts and few twists and turns, and it is more about group portraits and plots.

　　Qianxiang is still a bit special to me, and Ji Tongzhou is also one of the most hearty characters I have written, even indulgent.Looking back a few years later, I can still appreciate the depression I felt when I was writing.

　　For the author, writing is also an artifact to look back on life, which is very interesting.

　　
　
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