My Sword Has a Way

A jar of clear spring wine, with a rich aroma.

Although this thing is not precious, it is an expression of true feelings. No need to say anything else, a jar of sake represents true youth.

The middle-aged man was amused when he saw this: "In this world, it is true that a girl's mind is the hardest to guess, and the word love is the hardest to understand."

The girl didn't answer. The man walked over to the wooden box, pointed at it and scolded her: "You monster, you've lived your whole life and never thought that your most precious inner elixir is not as good as someone else's jar of broken wine. You are such a coward."

The girl put away the wine jar and bowed to the middle-aged man, saying: "This demon saint's inner elixir is too valuable. I don't want it. A jar of wine is enough."

The middle-aged man twitched his lips and waved his hand slightly: "Since it can't be used as a token of love, then it can be used as wedding money on that day."

After the man finished speaking, he opened his oil-paper umbrella and walked out without waiting for the girl to answer.

The girl hurriedly said, "If you don't take it, I will throw it away."

The man continued walking, and in the rainy night, only one voice was heard.

"If you throw it away, the only one who will feel sad is the boy."

The girl frowned slightly and stopped talking.

The rain did not stop, and neither did the man. In the gray night, the figure of the middle-aged man gradually disappeared on the rugged mountain road.

The girl looked at the wooden box on the table but did not pick it up. After closing the door, she lay down on the bed and could not fall asleep for a long time.

Somehow, the girl's mind was in a mess that night and she couldn't concentrate for a long time. She didn't know when she fell asleep. She only knew that the rain was falling that night and the candlelight in the house was very warm.

At dawn the next day, the rain that had lasted for several days still showed no sign of clearing up. The girl got up, opened the window, looked at the yard filled with moisture, and felt a little disappointed.

The girl came to the table and sat down. After thinking for a moment, she finally made up her mind.

The girl took paper and ink and began to write something. As the characters moved, a farewell letter was completed.

The girl simply packed up her things and placed the demon saint's inner elixir under the bedding on the bed. Then she closed the door, held up an oil-paper umbrella, and walked out of the yard.

The girl looked back at the courtyard, her lips slightly raised: "Goodbye, Xu Zhian."

Besides, strange things have happened frequently in the town in recent days. Some things have mysteriously disappeared from people's homes, all of which are old items.

Following an explosion in the sky a few days ago, the town no longer had the tranquility and peace of the past, but instead had a hint of gloom and uneasiness.

There is a secluded courtyard in the back street, which is not small in size. The family here is obviously wealthy. The pair of hydrangea lions in front of the door are also very exquisite, they are there to attract wealth, protect the house, and ward off evil spirits.

At this time, a middle-aged man in brocade clothes and a crown said to the woman beside him: "Dad and mom have already left the town, let's leave today too."

The man's tone was very reluctant, while the woman beside him choked up and said, "Why can't you take Ruwei with you? Ruwei is still so young, how can I bear it!"

The man sighed slightly, "This has been discussed with the town a long time ago. We have to leave some incense and friendship. Otherwise, if we break the ancestral rules, my Nian family will be branded as treacherous."

The woman cried bitterly, "Even if there is a bond of kinship, why did it have to be our family? The eldest brother and the second brother's families all have two or three children. You are the only good person. You dare not even breathe when I slap you. The whole family only bullies us. What's the use of you? It's fine that my parents favor the eldest and the second brother, but Ruwei is their granddaughter. Why is she so unpopular with them? Is it because Ruwei is not a man?"

"enough!"

The man looked very unhappy and slightly painful. When he realized that his tone was too harsh, he suddenly regretted it and said softly, "I just like daughters. What's so good about sons? Those rascals in the eldest and second brothers' families are jumping around all day long. They can make people die. Daughters are better. At worst, we can just come to see Ruwei more often in the future."

The woman was so angry that she couldn't speak and could only wipe away her tears.

At this time, a little girl ran out from the inner courtyard. She was about seven or eight years old. She had pigtails on her head and was very cute. She had a pink and tender face, which was white and rosy, and was also very likable.

The girl was holding a little figure in her hand. The figure was made of colorful brocade and was very similar to the little girl. It was very lifelike and eye-catching. One could tell at a glance that great care had been put into sewing it.

Upon seeing this, the woman quickly wiped away the tears from her face, revealing a look full of love.

The woman squatted down, stroked the little girl's pink face and said, "Dear Ruwei, Dad and Mom are going to the capital to find a house first. When we find a house, Mom will come to pick you up. Ruwei must listen to Grandpa Yao in the medicine shop, understand?"

The little girl nodded and said very obediently: "I've taken note of it. Don't cry, mother."

The little girl used her delicate little hands to wipe away the tears from the woman's eyes.

"Ruwei is so good. Mom didn't cry. Mom was happy that Ruwei has grown up."

The woman tried hard to control her emotions and held the little girl in her arms.

"Don't cry, mother. Ruwei is very good. You must come to pick her up."

The woman nodded her head with all her might, and the middle-aged man beside her squatted down and said, "Ruwei, it's all because of Dad's uselessness. When we find a house in Beijing, Dad will definitely come to pick you up."

The man didn't know how to express his feelings and could only murmur silently in his heart that he owed too much to the two women in front of him and that he must compensate them in the future.

The sound of the carriage going away gradually became blurred in the rain. The little girl stared into the distance, refusing to look away for a long time.

Water dripped from the eaves like beads, and mist splashed everywhere.

After a long time, the little girl withdrew her gaze and stepped over the half-leg-high threshold with difficulty.

The once bustling mansion now only had a young child left, and it was lifeless. Only the attic with the upturned corners was still emitting wisps of white smoke, which was extremely dazzling.

That was the Nian family ancestral hall. In the past eight years, the little girl had not been qualified to enter the hall. Every time the family held a sacrifice or an important event, the little girl could only watch from a distance, looking at her cousins ​​wearing beautiful clothes, chanting in the hall, very solemnly.

The little girl came to the entrance of the ancestral hall and stood there for a long time. Finally, she watched the incense in the incense burner burn out, but she was unable to move her legs and enter the tall hall.

The little girl closed the door carefully, locked it, and walked out with an umbrella.

On an arch bridge, a small figure was holding an umbrella that was slightly bigger than himself, walking forward carefully. Even though the rain soaked his shoes and his hands were frozen blue, he still walked briskly.

The little girl held her umbrella low and could not see clearly ahead when she stepped onto the arch bridge. She almost bumped into a pedestrian, but even so, the raindrops from the oil-paper umbrella dripped onto the pedestrian's red skirt.

This startled the little girl, and she quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."