The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 75: Heavy rain supports a small umbrella, referring to Xuan vs. King Kong
Chapter 75, heavy rain under a small umbrella, refers to Xuan vs. King Kong
Update time: 2013-05-08
Su Su wandered outside for a long time before he mustered the courage to return to a blacksmith's shop in the corner of the town. It was a two-entry yard with a soil embryo. The shelves were upright, but at first glance, the furnishings were simple and attractive. The feeling of being unsound in the empty, knows that this family's life is not easy, and it is far from being rich and full. In front of the stove bellows in the front room, a middle-aged man is shirtless. It’s not too much for people to stand on the horses’ arms. The arms are thicker than women’s thighs. I’m very sorry that I don’t go to the street to break the boulders on my chest. The man was dressed in bronze, and he was carrying a hammer to put a piece of hot iron billet on the anvil and hammering it. The man glanced at Su Su, without making a sound, and continued to ding dong dong dong to temper the billet, and Su Su, who had been helping with miscellaneous work since childhood. I was already very familiar with ironing and fire. I ran to the basket and poured some charcoal into the stove, and then I was thinking about going to the back of the bed to lay down for a while to cultivate and cultivate. In the words of the old master, that is to raise a horrible righteousness. Nian’s footsteps, hurriedly drove off, only ran to the threshold, and heard a soft drink, had to stand obediently and turn around, pretending to be silly and laughing, an old man with the appearance of a poor old scholar carried a branch in his hand and pierced his gills. The carp said angrily: "Fighting with Liu Hong's rogues again? Is it the work of the gentleman Qianqian?! Self-cultivation and family management, the country and the world, can not even cultivate, what great things can be done?"
Su Su whispered and whispered: "I'm still a gentleman away from the kitchen."
Just as the old man was about to stare, the young man ran up to him with a hippy smile, took the plump carp that was still jumping, and said openly: "Old man, there just happened to be some green onions at home, I'm going to make you Yue Binglou. The chefs are ashamed of the braised carp."
It’s okay not to say it. Hearing this, the old master immediately surged in anger, "Where is the onion and garlic in the vegetable garden at home?"
said that the leaky young man took the carp and ran to the backyard. The pedantic old master didn’t even look at the blacksmith, but followed the wretched man. It was probably similar to a sage like "a gentleman does things and wants me to do things, but I don’t let things come to me." Instructing, Su Su had long heard the cocoon, turned his back to the old master, and his mouth was exactly the same as that of the old man. When the old master said with great care, "You must be temperamental, you must not be bold, you can nurture morals." Su Su was really indignant. Speaking of "I'm still an old man, I need to be bold and not gloomy in order to maintain health! Old man Zhao, mother-in-law, I don't have to cook anymore!" The old master shook his head for a moment, sighed and shook his head. , With five fingers close together and slid across his beard, obviously agreeing with the young man’s health preservation.
Su Su-Arriving in the small and dark kitchen, throw the carp on the cutting board, open the window, first wash the rice and cook, and then skillfully use the knife to deal with the red carp that is doomed soon. The old master stands on the threshold Outside, his eyes are kind. Su Su peeled the scales of the fish, raised his arm to block the forehead hair, with a focused expression. The gentle old scholar behind him has been dependent on each other since he remembered things. That mouth has endless principles. After more than 20 years, he hasn't finished it. If he doesn't become a saint, he just works as a private school in the city. It’s a horrible contortion, but these years, this unfamiliar home, relying on the old master to teach a dozen juveniles to earn money, and Uncle Qi’s iron in the front yard, has not starved to death, but it’s strange that I’ve seen it all the year round. Uncle Qi beat and beat, but he didn't see anyone selling irons. He doesn't like to read, he just takes a nap while holding a book, and he doesn't have the perseverance to go to the neighborhood like his peers. He knows that he is two pounds, unless a sack of gold and silver falls from the sky and hits his head, otherwise his life will be rotten. If you have a fate, whether you can marry a daughter-in-law in the future is uncertain. That's not to scare you to pee on your pants. Do business that is full of copper smelly? For one thing, he didn't have the money, he didn't have the humble temper of humbling and smiling, and secondly, the old master was too impatient to interrupt his hands and feet.
Su Su sighed, if Mr. Storyteller’s so-called civet cat exchanges the prince, how beautiful would it be?
come and go, the rice is cooked, and the dishes can be put on the plate, Su Su said in a bad mood: "Old man, go call Uncle Qi for dinner."
At the dining table, even if the old master often said that he could not sleep or eat, Su Su was getting older, the old master was really an "old" master. After the young man could withstand the beating, he would not take it seriously. At that time, he said vaguely: "Uncle Qi, why don't you go to the Yayan Bridge Market to solicit business, because the fragrance of wine is afraid that the alley is deep, and your good craftsmanship is wasted."
The old master couldn’t help but relapsed and said: "What kind of decent way is it to sell skills to traffickers and pawns!"
Su Su squinted at the stupid man and the old master with straight eyebrows, and said helplessly: "What's wrong with the trafficker, it's not a human? It's one less eye or two legs less than the emperor general? No? All came out of the womb?"
The old master patted the table and said: "Absurd!"
The old man was chewing the rice carefully. This awe-inspiring reprimand caused a few grains of rice to be sprayed on the table. Su Su took the chopsticks and pointed, and the old master blushed slightly and put the chopsticks back into the bowl.
Su Su said with a somewhat aggrieved mouth: "Old man, you also said that wise men are not difficult for others, but you just turn a little natural kindness, and it’s okay to say a few good words to others. But these old men, where do you say mine? Half a good word? If I haven't had anything in my life, I would have been scolded by you."
The old man did not say anything for an unprecedented time, and he didn't even say a word of rebuttal. He just chewed slowly on the rice that ordinary families don't often eat here in Orange State.
After eating and washing the dishes, the old master sits on a small bench near the pots of orchids in the courtyard, tilting his head, squinting his eyes and reading more scriptures while twilight. The oil lamp consumes less fuel and can be used less. Use less. Su Su went to the blacksmith's shop in the front yard to help Uncle Qi take care of the stove fire. Ironware is strictly monitored on Beimang's side. If the fire is delayed, he will squander a large piece of iron. This family can't afford it. Although Su Su is careless The lungs have no ambitions, but this is the top priority related to the thickness of the rice tank. It is never sloppy. After all, the truths copied from the old master’s books are always nothing to a guy who grew up in Bianzhen since he was a child. The feeling is far worse than looking at the fresh-clothed angry horse or the glamorous show in the distance. The burly man was as silent as ever, but occasionally looked at the young man's sight, revealing silent warmth.
The twilight is getting stronger~IndoMTL.com~ is getting more and more struggling. The old master almost has yellowed books on his eyes, which is really blurry. Only then did he put the book away gently, put it on his lap, and looked up. The weather slowly said: "A gentleman is a man, forced by the situation, and it is inevitable to deceive. The only way to deceive yourself is to deceive the sky. If you have a clear conscience, you don't need to ask for good fortune from the heavens."
The old man suddenly said sadly: "I want to ask Qingtian for good fortune."
clenched the book with his hands tightly, the old man said hoarsely: "You must have a surplus in your life, say everything, and you can only be a fate. Is it really a fate?!"
was silent for a long time, got up and walked slowly back to the house. After putting down the books, the old master went to move the pots of orchids.
Taking advantage of the break, the unsmiling man stretched out his hand and rubbed a few hardly on the sleeve of his shirt. Then he walked to Su Su's side and pressed it on his shoulder to help the boy relax his muscles and stasis.
The painful Su Su frowned and said with a strong smile: "Uncle Qi, I heard from Wang Xiaofeng a few days ago that there were bandits who flew into the city last year and they can fly over the walls. Is there really such a kung fu guy in the world?"
The man who is as strong as a bear smile smiled without saying a word, neither nodded nor shook his head.
Knowing that this was the result, Su Su shook his arm. Hey, it really doesn’t hurt anymore. From childhood to adulthood, every time he fights with others, Uncle Qi’s kneading is immediate and unsatisfactory, according to the old master. Central Plains has the same principle with acupuncture and massage, but unfortunately it can only cure diseases and cannot beat people. Su Su used a set of lame boxing techniques behind closed doors. After finishing the fight, he smiled and asked: "Uncle Qi, what is it, is there a master's posture?"
The man nodded.
Su Su tuted: "If I get a masterpiece of martial arts secrets, I must fight invincible hands all over the world!"
The man twitched at the corner of his mouth, and to him, it was a smile.
Su Suhao said with an aura: "Uncle Qi, I will give you the largest iron ore in the world at that time. You can strike as much as you want, stand and sit and fight, and you can lie down and fight!"
The man made no sound, Su Su remembered something, ran out of the yard, turned around and whispered: "Uncle Qi, go out for a while."
The man nodded.
just a big stride and rushed out of the uncovered yard, and ran into a delicate body in a daze. Su Su looked intently. She was a woman with a backpack with her head down. She couldn’t see her face clearly. He seemed to be a native of the neighborhood. He quickly apologized and had no intention to wipe her oil. Seeing that she hadn't moved and didn't know how to get close, he didn't even think about it. He ran to the alley and didn't run a few steps. I started to pee, which seemed to be a sign of a freshman splashing pee, crackled on the eaves of the alley, Su Su cursed his mother, turned back to the yard to get an umbrella, and made an appointment with a few brothers to go with a group of **** on the east side street. Laozi got into a fight, and there was no reason to be absent. Su Su saw that the woman was stupid and squatted at the entrance of her courtyard. Dare to be a stupid woman with unclear circumstances? It’s not this way to hide from the rain, right?
Su Su ignored it, and secretly took an umbrella and trot out of the yard. She caught a glimpse of this lady who was really stupid. She was poured into a soup sparrow by the heavy soybean rain in a while, and Su Su walked out a few times. Step, sigh heavily, walked to her, and said angrily: "Hey! Take it, my family is poor, just an umbrella, I borrowed you, when the rain stops, you will leave it at the gate of the yard, the ugly words are ahead, don’t Just hold the umbrella and walk along. Su Su can walk around this city with my eyes closed, don't want to slip!"
The woman raised her head.
Su Su was taken aback. He was a blind man. He looked so-so, quite small, but it was raining in dark. He raised his head and his eyes were more vacant than his yard. It really shocked Su Su to be sturdy. .
is not a female ghost?
Su Su pulled a distance, boldly stretched out his hand, and passed the dilapidated oil-paper umbrella that could not cover much of the rain.
The woman softly stood up, turned sideways and curled her sleeves slightly, as if she was giving a blessing. Then she took the umbrella and her voice became more ethereal like a ghost, "Thank you son."
Your mother, in the middle of the night, I don’t care if you have any shadows.
Su Su was terrified, almost tossing the umbrella over, silently reciting that there is righteousness in my chest, and that all ghosts will not invade.
The woman seemed to hear the words, smiled softly, and said softly: "Master Su is too worried, I am not a female ghost."
Su Su was stunned, even more frightened, stepped back, and asked in a trembling voice: "How do you know my name, you still say it's not a female ghost?!"
The woman who should be carrying a heavy object thought for a while, and said: "The talented son said it himself."
Su Su thought about it carefully, only to remember that there was indeed an unintentional self-registration number, and he was relieved. After being hit by the torrential rain, Su Su guessed that the fight would not be successful, so he stuck it under the wall and stood side by side with her, curiously asking: "My house is a place where birds don’t shit, what are you doing here? ?"
The woman who shouldn't be too old whispered: "Wait for someone."
Su Su broke the casserole and asked, "Who is waiting for?"
The woman thought about it very hard~ IndoMTL.com~ replied: "People who come here."
Su Su patted his forehead. The girl's brain was not very useful. She didn't have a reason to think of the boy brother she saw under the old willow tree during the day. She was a little baffling.
squally rain, Su Su saw her clothes soaked, naturally some of her husband’s pity, and said: "If you don’t go to my house to hide from the rain, it’s not a problem here. Don’t worry, there’s no bad guys in my house, I’ll be a little bad. , I lent you the umbrella too, did you?"
The blind woman shook her head stubbornly.
Su Su was a little angry, "Then you return the umbrella to me!"
The woman really tilted the umbrella toward him.
Su Su said viciously: "If you continue to do this, I will be spoiled, lonely man, I am undressed, I am really undressed, I will take it off first, girl, you can do it at will."
She faced Su Su, tilted her head, and the corners of her mouth were faintly cocked.
Su Su helplessly, reached out and pushed the oil-paper umbrella toward her, and said: "Yes, you are great, you are a female hero."
Standing together in the rain, Su Su couldn’t bear the heavy rain and rushed on his body, and solemnly said: "Girl, are you really afraid of getting drenched? If you fall ill at my door, you won’t have the money to help you. Sick."
She approached Su Su and held an umbrella together.
Su Su was thinking about kidnapping her to the yard, suddenly turned his head, and saw a very strange slender figure in the alley, coming with an umbrella.
Su Su was a little jealous, subconsciously sighed, and slandered: You really are the Yushu Linfeng of your mother!