At that time, his mother lived in the town with his grandfather and grandmother. The family sold cloth. His mother was the famous "Cloth Xi Shi" in the town. His mother's house is on the street, with a shop in front and people living in the back. Two floors up and down, there are four rooms in total, one courtyard is clean, and there is a patio in the middle, and the green moss is covered with stone bricks. On the day his father rescued his mother back, the whole town came to his mother's house. The patio was full of people, and the crowd was full of people. Those who couldn't sit down squatted on the threshold, stood outside the house, and some climbed up the wall. In a remote town in the south of the Yangtze River, a sword immortal could not be produced for hundreds of years, but a immortal finally came, all to see his father.
His father was held in the first seat by the patriarch of the Meng clan, and his grandmother and aunt were holding his mother in tears. Qi Yin met his grandfather and grandmother when he was very young. He was a private child, and his grandfather didn't like to see him, and he never looked at him directly. When her grandmother saw him, she wiped away tears, carried her grandfather behind her back, and secretly stuffed silver coins as pocket money for him. He always went out barefoot and went to the alley to buy a hot soup cake. At this time, his grandfather was still a middle-aged man with thick limbs and a dark face. His grandmother was born beautifully, with slender hands and feet, a typical Jiangnan woman.
"Master Qi, your leg..." The old patriarch looked at Qi Shenwei's broken leg.
"It's all a goddamn wolf demon!" Afu burst into tears and bowed down, "In order to save the slave, Qi Daochang fought the wolf king for 300 rounds, until the sky was dark, the sun and the moon were dark, and the wolf king was wearing Shu Chuang left in embarrassment, and Qi Daochang..." Afu choked and covered her face with a handkerchief, "I also broke my leg!"
The four were all stunned and scolded the wolf demon.
Qi Shenwei was expressionless and did not expose Afu's lie.
Since that day, his father has been staying at his mother's house to raise a leg injury. Grandma packed a clean house for his father, and his mother's house was only separated by a wall. His grandfather was a man who couldn't say anything. Every day, Tianjing lingered in front of his father, saying that the cloth was not easy to sell this year, and the family couldn't open the pot. His father knew the fun and picked a piece of jade pendant for his grandfather. From then on, his grandfather smiled and looked at his father like his own son.
In that year, the biggest event in Grandpa's family, besides his mother being kidnapped, was his mother's marriage. The door of his mother's house is always surrounded by people, half to see his father's immortal style, and half to see his mother. Even if the sun goes down and the moonlight fills the quiet town, there will always be drunk hooligans with shirts on, standing downstairs and shouting, "Miss, come out and talk for a while! Brother misses you!"
At this time, his grandfather would say to his grandmother, who was embroidered with red cloth, "the girl can't stay when she's too old, and Ayu is married off, but she, the elder sister, stays at home, making people joke! You go tomorrow. , looking for a family, the most important thing is that the child is wealthy, and it is all made to be a wife and a concubine."
It was noisy outside, and his father turned a deaf ear, sitting under a green lamp to write letters. His father was so quiet that he was almost indifferent, and he didn't pay attention to anything except about demons. He wrote a letter to Feng Fei to explain the strange person in the mountains. Feng was the closest to Jiangnan. He sealed the letter and sent it to Feng Huan. Qi Yin felt bored and sat on the bed and yawned.
"Afu, you're eighteen," his aunt's voice came through the thin siding, "hurry up and find a good man to marry. Look at this pig, see the sky calling from below, you are living at home. A signboard that attracts people’s attention.”
"I won't marry." His mother said.
His aunt said: "You don't like Xianshi Qi, do you? I tell you, don't think blindly, this kind of man, if he rushes to Ming'er Jian Yifei, he is gone, and you are blind. We ordinary people, look for One who walks on the ground will have to."
"Who made him look so handsome?" His mother didn't even refute, "Look at his looks, his body, and his temperament, even if I am a man, I still miss him."
"Then he doesn't look down on you." Auntie said.
"If you don't like it, you don't like it, and you don't want me to think about it? If you think about it, you don't break the law." Afu proudly announced, "My mother not only thinks, but also dreams, and fucks him three hundred times in her dreams."
The two women giggled and laughed. They didn't know that cultivators had good ears and eyesight, and a wall was like nothing in front of Qi Shenwei. Qi Yin saw his father's face gloomy every inch, and the color of the fingers that were clinging to the brush turned blue.
His aunt scolded: "You shameless hoof, keep your voice down, he's right next door!"
"Oh," Aphra said in a long voice, wistfully, "If only I were a female bandit who knew magic arts, I would kidnap him and marry him back home to be the prince of the village. From then on, the bandits would not loot, but would hide in Shanzhai, singing every night."
Qi Shenwei finally couldn't bear it any longer, and knocked on the wall with his fingers, "I can hear you, stop talking."
The next door was quiet for a while, the moonlight spilled into the windowsill, and the night was silent.
After a long while, Afu's voice sounded timidly, "Qi Daochang, I just thought about it, I didn't want to do that."
"Enough, shut up." Qi Shenwei said gloomily.
This motherfucker is really embarrassing, and Qi Yin is embarrassed for her mother. The next day, my aunt went back to Wutang, probably because she didn't have the face to see his father. His father and mother lived under the same roof, and they could not see when they looked up, but his mother was as thick-skinned as a city wall, and she pretended to be nothing. The bed linen and clothes at home are all washed by his mother, and sometimes they buy other people's clothes to wash and subsidize the family. Clothes were piled together as high as a mountain. But his mother specially put a pot for his father and rubbed it alone. She squatted under the white flowered patio, tying her arms with loops, revealing a pair of bluish-white arms. While she was humming the little tune of Jiangnan, the soft and melodious tune, that of a man and a sister, li li la la, floated all the way to his father's house.
Feng Huan's people came soon. He was a smiling young man, born with peach blossom eyes, wearing a patched rag robe, sitting cross-legged on the sword, calling people on the threshold. His father went downstairs with difficulty, saw him, and shouted, "Qing Shi."
This turned out to be his fat and bald master! Qi Yin was shocked.
While they were talking, Qi Yin hopped on the side, wanting to see if there was any sign of baldness on the top of his master's head.
"I have wandered around Jiangnan a few times in the past few days. I have found five villages like that, all of which are hidden in the deep mountains and soil depressions. In a small mountain village where people live, it usually takes a long time to go outside." Qing style raised his hand and said, "What do you think?"
"Deep mountains and forests, few people traveled," Qi Shen frowned slightly, "It's like someone deliberately encircled the ground and put moths, but they didn't want to expand the evil."
After hearing this, Qi Yin finally knew what kind of medicine Wu Yuli was doing.
He's not practicing medicine, he's raising moths.
"I feel the same way. I'll take this demon moth back to take a closer look. You can rest assured to heal here." The faint singing came from inside, Qing-style ears perked up, and he stretched his neck to look in, "Miss Hua?"
Qi Shenwei blocked his sight with his hand, Qing Shi looked to the side again, Qi Shenwei blocked it again, several times in a row, Qing Shi complained: "Old Qi, you are not being righteous. You are only allowed to live with others, not me. How many times have you looked at?"
"It's over, you can get out." Qi Shen closed the door coldly.
Day by day, his parents were able to say a few words gradually. Even though he was recovering from the injury, his father maintained a strict schedule. Every day when the rooster crowed, he was pulled out by his grandfather in the noon to discuss the general trend of shemales and the general situation of the world, although his father generally kept silent. In the afternoon, he was pulled out by his grandmother, and a group of mothers-in-law, aunts, and aunts sat around him, nodding and smiling lovingly.
Qi Shenwei: "..."
His father was not good at words, he didn't know how to refuse, and he didn't know how to express his dissatisfaction. He waited for these old aunts to leave, turned his head, and saw his mother leaning on the door frame and couldn't help laughing.
"Qi Daochang, everyone has a love for beauty, don't take it off." Afu teased.
Qi Shenwei didn't want to talk to her, and left with a cold face. But from then on, every time his aunt and aunt came to drink tea, Afu would take him to hide in the backstreet and alley. The rain on the Wujiang River was subterranean, and they sat on the gate pier, one on the other, watching the raindrops falling from the eaves together. Sometimes they can say a few words in tandem. His mother's words are very strange. When he was a child, he rode a big goose in the countryside. He talked about pouring hot oil on the feet of a hooligan at the age of seventeen, and he also talked about helping the bad-tempered wolf king in Huizhou Prefecture. His father listened silently, and suddenly asked, "Miss Meng, aren't you afraid?"
"Who said I'm not afraid?" Afu held her chin in her hands. "When I first entered the wolf demon pile, I was afraid to die. They cut a person apart in front of me! But I said to myself, Meng Afu, cheer up a little, you are still so young, you haven't even touched a man's little hand, how can you be so dead!"
Qi Shen choked slightly and said, "You..."
"I know, pay attention to my words and deeds, I'm a girl's family." Afu smiled, "I, I always hope that someone will come to save me. But in our small place, who has the ability? I can't think of my luck, Qi Daochang, you will Here," Afu turned her face and looked at him with frowning eyes, "Qi Daochang, you are my lucky star!"
At that time, the south of the Yangtze River was bright and sunny. Afu looked at him with a smile full of bright eyes.
Qi Yin squatted on the opposite side, staring at her silently. His mother had such a beautiful smile.
Qi Shenwei also looked at her, stunned for a moment, and finally coughed and said, "It's not worth the effort."
Seriously, look, aren't you tempted? Qi Yin pouted, from his angle, he could just see his father's red ears.
In the evening, the hooligans would go downstairs and call out as usual. His father finally made a move, aroused Gui Mei to chase people away, so every day there were more screams of "Goujianxian killed people". His mother taught his father to use bamboo strips to weave grasshoppers and small cicadas. His father put talismans on these little things, and they glowed and floated in the patio of the starry night. His father's leg injury gradually healed, and he was able to walk a few more steps, so he followed his mother to the streets to buy flour, sesame oil, and water chestnuts. They sat on the embankment of the green pond, his father learned to peel the lotus pods, and his mother was in charge of eating them.
Sometimes, his father would sit in the front shop, his mother would stand at the counter and dial the abacus, and he would sit under the curtain of the door. In a tea house, the scent of tea and fruit wafted across the street and spread to them. When there are few customers, his mother will hum a song, still in the minor tune of Jiangnan, still talking about the eldest sister, accompanied by a few words of the maple leaves of the Wujiang River and the awning boat, the melodious tune, as leisurely as the years.
"Hey, Daoist Qi," Afu asked, "what kind of woman do you like?"
"do not like."
"Like men?"
Qi Shenwei: "..."
"Just kidding," Afu propped her chin and smiled, nudging her mouth towards the teahouse opposite the door, "My grandfather and mother don't want to keep me, and want me to marry. Xiaolaiwang, who runs the hall opposite the door, is smart and diligent, do you think Is it ok?"
Qi Shen frowned slightly and said nothing. Xiao Laiwang, his father has seen him a few times, walking very close to the group of hooligans, his eyes are oily and oily, and every time he sees his mother, his eyes will slide up to her chest. His father didn't like this person very much. As long as this person came into the shop, his father would insert the Gui Mei sword, making the shop cold, and the person would shrink his neck and go out.
"And the butcher across the street, Lao Hu, who sells pork, is eight years older than me. He has a few acres of land in the countryside, which seems to be pretty good." Sitting in the pavilion of our clan school, I will go to Beijing to take the exam next year, which is not bad. Qi Daochang, who do you think I should marry?"
Lao Hu has a big belly and often hooks a prostitute through his mother's shop. Although Feng Xiucai was honest, he was not someone to rely on. There were so many Xiu Cai sitting in the pavilion that he could not support himself. Qi Yin leaned against his mother and looked at his father, his father pursed his lips, unable to see what he was thinking.
Qi Shenwei was silent for a while, and said, "You should ask who you like, Miss Meng."
"I like you, Master Qi." Afu tilted her head and smiled.
"You like skin looks."
Afu stood there and let out a long sigh, "Qi Daochang, why don't you think I'm not a man? My mother often said that I had the wrong pregnancy, so I should be a boy. If I were a man, I would I don't need to get married. I can do anything, and I can inherit the family's shop. My father is a stubborn old man who insists on giving the shop to my cousin, so he won't give it to me, just because I'm a girl. I don't want to marry anyone, Master Qi, I want to be a man."
The two were relatively speechless for a while, and Afu looked up at the blue sky outside the curtain, "God, why don't you give me more meat?"
Qi Shen choked slightly and coughed. He sighed helplessly, "Miss Meng, pay attention to your words and deeds."
"Actually, my parents have already found a good marriage." Afu said suddenly.
Qi Shen was stunned for a moment.
Afu ruffled her hair and tucked it behind her ear, "Aunt Zhou came over two days ago, do you remember? My mother invited her upstairs to drink tea, and she looked at my hand before leaving. , I looked at my feet again. This is how I look at women, whether you are white or not, whether you are sick, how big your feet are, whether you have a broken palm, a woman with a broken palm is not lucky. She seems to be quite satisfied, and she still gives it to her. I have a red envelope."
"How about her family...?" Qi Shenwei asked hesitantly.
"The owner of her family is the rich man of our town. She has one baby in her 50s this year. She lost her daughter-in-law. Maybe she will marry me as a sequel. But my family is the lowest, and I can't tell if it's a concubine." Afu looked at him , pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, his eyes were hazy, and a tear ran down the corner of his eyes. The evening sun shone through the bamboo curtains and hit her graceful and beautiful eyebrows, her face was almost transparent under the light.
Qi Shenwei looked at her blankly without saying a word.
Afu smiled and wept, and said: "Qi Daochang, I'm getting married, you congratulate me!"
When the maple leaves turned red, Qi Shenwei's injury finally healed. He bid farewell to the Meng family. The whole town came out to see him, and Afu was there. Qi Shenwei stood on the sword and saw that the presumptuous and flamboyant woman was standing by the water of the Wujiang River, her black and shiny braids were tied with a red headband, and her burgundy shirt and skirt fluttered in the wind, like a strong flame. She kept waving her hands in the crowd and said goodbye loudly. It was obvious that so many people were waving their hands, and so many people were shouting "Teacher, walk slowly", but he only saw her face and only heard her voice.
He closed his eyes, turned his back, and the woman's voice got farther and farther, and finally dispersed in the wind.