Mu Xueyin

Time flies like a light smoke on a moor.

In the blink of an eye, the taste of that year has passed away, and the poor people in this small mountain village have begun to work hard to support their families again.Juanzi's child was finally born, but unfortunately it was a baby girl.Although Aunt Li was a little displeased, seeing the girl's delicate features, although it was inevitable to worry about having an extra mouth, she was always happy.

But for some reason, the baby girl didn't cry or fuss after she was born.This frightened Mrs. Li, she let her pat or pinch, and even deliberately refused to let the baby girl nurse, but the baby girl just didn't cry or make trouble.

Could it be that he is a mute?

It was mid-spring, but the wild green was in the sky, and the sky was green and the water was falling.On the originally bare mountain, there is also a vague greenness - the grass is fresh green, warm and cold at the same time.And those few sparse and lifeless trees also spit out a yellow or green spring.Looking up, you can see flying emerald green and flowing yellow, full of vitality that catches the eye.

One day, Mrs. Li was standing at the door holding the baby girl when she suddenly saw an old horse walking into the village and into her eyes.

The horse was tired, the saddle was worn out, and even the leather of the bridle was worn out with burrs.The rider on the horse didn't yell, and just let the old horse walk forward wearily.

There are usually very few outsiders in this small mountain village. As soon as this old Ma Fang appeared, Aunt Li's attention was all attracted.The horse walked forward along the shiny black path in the village, and finally stopped in front of her.Immediately the rider was wearing a bamboo hat, pressed low on his face.He went straight to Aunt Li and stared at the baby girl in her hand.

Only then did Aunt Li realize that one of his arms was hanging limply, she immediately became alarmed and took a step back, but the baby girl actually grinned.The rider stared blankly for a while, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and he muttered to himself in an inaudible voice: "Hey, this is the treasure that the whole world is vying for, but I just don't want it!"

He groped in his bosom for a while, but found a piece of topaz with dragon patterns.When the baby girl saw it, she stretched out her small hand and grabbed the jade.

"Put it on for her." The man handed over the dragon-patterned topaz in his hand and whispered at the same time.

The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if something was blocked in his throat.

The baby girl grabbed the dragon-patterned topaz that she had just put on on her chest, and giggled unexpectedly.

Seeing this scene, Aunt Li was overjoyed and was about to thank her when she saw the man pointing to the baby girl in her arms and asking, "Do you have a name?"

"We country people are illiterate, so how can we come up with a good name. If the husband is willing, give her a name."

The man sighed, and said for a long time: "Let's call her 'Mu Xue'. With the protection of this sun warmer, she should be able to grow up safely."

Aunt Li shook the baby girl in her arms, and said inadvertently: "Mu Xue, Mu Xue, you should grow up quickly. When you grow up, find a boy from a good family to marry, as long as you don't act like Xiao Ju." It’s enough to just go about your day and do nothing.”

The person in front of him trembled for a moment, then pressed the bamboo hat on his head hard, and let out a burst of uncontrollable laughter.

Amidst the loud laughter, the man got on his horse.The old horse trotted again and wearily walked out of the village along the shiny black path.The man sat on the horse and sang a song:

"Leave a house full of flowers to thank, who is left to sleep drunk?

The front seems to be waiting, where are the red leaves;

Floating life to escape this catastrophe, who would like to take advantage of the wind?

……

The fleeting time is difficult to send to the swan geese, and the orchestra vomits and weeps like blood.

Cangshan is covered with snow, here are red leaves;

I am speechless when I look at each other, I wish to ride the wind.

......"

The voice was ugly, but it had a weird feeling, as if it had melted into the wind around him.

At that time, the clouds were thin and the clouds were light, the surrounding fields were quiet, and the sky was like glass.And the old horse carried him, and slowly walked out of the village amidst the singing, and after turning around the mountain pass, it seemed to disappear into the clouds.