Fengluo listens to the sound of snow

"Okay, you just woke up, go to rest."

Seeing his pale face, old man Zhou couldn't help reminding him kindly.

"okay."

Qin Feng nodded and fell asleep again.

With his eyes closed, he thought to himself: From now on, I am no longer Qin Feng, I am Qin Li.

This is a small village near the northernmost, called Zhouhe Village, and the river he passed by is also called Zhouhe.Almost everyone in the village is surnamed Zhou, and there are a few girls with foreign surnames who are also married girls from nearby villages.The village does not depend on the town or the city, it does not have a particularly powerful force, and it does not have a very down-and-out peasant household. Anyway, they are all equally poor.

Every household is covered with mud houses and dressed in coarse cloth.

It grows in spring and grows in summer, harvests in autumn and hides in winter. The crops are planted in the soil, fish and shrimps that can be eaten occasionally are raised in the river, and big sweet persimmons grow on the trees. At the end of autumn, everyone goes to pick persimmons together. It is delicious to pick it off and make a persimmon.There are also some families who feed three or two chickens and save eggs for a long time, but they just go to visit with eggs to see who has a baby or who is sick in the village.

Everyone lives in peace and is self-sufficient. If there is a piece of beautiful clothes, several families can change them; if they make a delicious meal, the family can distribute it to the neighbors. It is really strange.Qin Feng had never heard of or seen these things.Although the days were far from Qin's Village, he was able to adapt, and adapted very well.

Since he came, the whole Zhuangzi looked at him as if he was watching something strange.

At the end of autumn, he lightly jumped on the tree to help everyone pick persimmons. People stood under the tree and applauded;

In winter, he can jump on the roof and help the villagers sweep snow, and people praise him loudly.

In spring, everything is revived, flowers are in full bloom, and there are many hares and pheasants in the woods. He can kill them with a branch, which makes those people feel unbelievable; summer is hot and boring, and he can use simple bamboo leaves in the village to make Tea is made into wine, and tea wine is sweet and eye-opening.

In short, since he stayed here, the whole village has gradually changed.

Of course, he can't just help the villagers, the main job is to be a farmer.

These days, he is used to holding a wooden plow and a hoe.

The cocoon holding the sword in his hand is gone, replaced by the marks of his hand holding the farm tools.His kung fu seemed to have regressed a lot, it was only enough to hunt pheasants and hares, and help villagers sweep snow from their houses.

He is no longer dressed in fancy clothes, but like the villagers, he is dressed in green clothes, black trousers, and coarse cloth, but he is dry.

His face no longer had the proud and independent look of the son of the Qin family village, but it was more simple, friendly, simple and honest.

When standing upright, he no longer has the awe-inspiring and personable look of the past; instead, he is approachable and solid.

With such a change, it seems that he has become a brand new person.

But he knew that he was still the original Qin Feng.It's just that the environment is different, and the people are also different.

Of course he didn't forget everything about Qinjiazhuang, and every time he dreamed back at midnight, what he dreamed about was the day when his father advised him not to go out.His desperate eyes were imprinted in his mind, his parting words, "Feng'er, if you insist on going, you will regret it..." pierced through the long night and hurt the self who was lying on a small bed.

At night, he sometimes suddenly realized that he was the son of the Qin family village.

He was by my side, my father was also there, and my sister was also there. Just like that day, we gathered in the snow house to eat hot pot and drink the special Luobi Yinlu.

It was freezing cold outside, and there was still heavy snow falling. The four of them gathered together, talking and joking together, and they all felt very warm.The steam from the hot pot on the table blurred his face, but it was still pretty.I am still so afraid of my father, always afraid that his father will hurt him by his words; my sister still likes to make jokes about myself so much, protecting the two of them in every move.

It's really strange that once in Xuelu, there is only one time in this life.But in the dream, I always felt that it happened many times. The four talked and laughed at Yan Yan, talking happily over wine.Thinking back, that was the happiest moment.

But this happiness can only be recalled in a dream.After waking up, feeling lost, he suddenly realized that one side of the pillow was already wet.So happy in the dream, why are you crying?

He doesn't understand.I don't want to think about it either.

These days, he sometimes has sudden chest tightness, sometimes he can't breathe, and sometimes he suddenly feels like being stung by a bee, but it's just a faint attack, which doesn't affect anything.

He understood that maybe the cold poison in his body hadn't been cleaned up, but so what?He doesn't care anymore.

It doesn't matter if he just stays as a farmer in the village all his life, the only thing he can't let go of is his sister. I don't know if they are married or not, and I don't know if Qi Chen treats her well.

Qin Shuang came to Luobi Mountain in October.

Here is a sea of ​​red.

The red maple all over the sky is gorgeous and dazzling, covering the entire Luobi Mountain.

The red hillside, against the high blue sky, against a few snow-white clouds, against the pouring spring water on the mountain, is actually a fiery beauty, which is shocking.

She climbed up the mountain step by step along the steps on the mountain.

The spring water is ding-dong, and a few red leaves fall in it, making the water more clear and the leaves fiery red.

The stone steps are neither high nor low, and are also covered with layers of red leaves. The colors and shapes of each piece are not consistent, but they are uniformly beautiful.

In the past, at this time, she and her father would come here to pick up the pot spring and make tea in the snow cottage.Facing the scenery on the mountain, the two of them could stay for an entire afternoon with the refreshing wind blowing and listening to the sound of the spring water hitting the rocks.

Sometimes, she and Dad didn't talk, and Dad quietly watched me make tea, and I only made tea and poured it for him cup by cup.Sometimes, they didn't know what jokes they said, and they both laughed, and their laughter could startle the birds in Fenglin.Sometimes, they talked to each other about what happened in the village recently, talked to each other, and commented on each other.Sometimes, she complained to her father that she was bored staying in this village, and she just wanted to go out and have a look...

Every time she went up the mountain, she would pick up a basket full of maple leaves and pick out the two most beautiful ones, one for her brother and one for Mr. Su.They all smiled lightly, as if not taking it seriously, and threw it in a desk drawer.

Later, I really went out.After leaving home for a long time, I went to Bishui Mountain Villa and Qijiazhuang.This time, I will never have the chance to admire the red maple with my father, nor will I have the chance to pick up a basket of maple leaves and pick the two best ones for them.

Things are different, last year there was still laughter, but this year there is no laughter.

She walked step by step, and when she reached the snow hut, she pushed open the heavy door, and dust fell down.Coughed twice, walked to the hall, and saw that the table where the hot pot was eaten was also gray, not as clean and tidy as it was that day.

The surroundings are full of cobwebs, and when the wind blows, those cobwebs are occasionally broken.

No one came for a long time, and this place became the home of spiders.

She sighed lowly, and looked at the table again. The chairs were still arranged as they were that day, and she even remembered the seats for four people.Yiyi's past is vivid in my mind.

But the scene of toasting and laughing together that day is finally gone.

For some reason, she suddenly missed her brother very much, wondering where he went and whether he was doing well outside.She also misses Mr. Su very much, knowing that he is Yu Luocha, but she doesn't know whether she should miss him or not.

The eyes were filled with tears unconsciously, and they flowed down immediately. She didn't realize that she was crying until her breathing became stagnant. come here.

But when she turned around, she met Qi Chen's eyes.

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me at the foot of the mountain?" she asked.

"I was worried about you, so I followed up." He replied.

Qin Shuang stopped talking.

"The maple leaves on this mountain are so beautiful. I've never been here at this time before. Would you like to accompany me to continue looking?" Qi Chen asked.

"Okay," she wiped away her tears, "but don't be too tired, I want to pick up a basket of beautiful maple leaves and go back, it may take a little longer."

"Okay, the maple leaves here are so beautiful, pick up a basket and show them."

The two looked at each other with a smile, fished a bamboo basket from the snow hut, Qi Chen wiped it with a cloth, happily went to pick up the maple leaves.

Three years passed in a flash.

That was all the first year scene.In the second and third years, he always accompanied her to pick up maple leaves.She said that since her brother hadn't come back, she would never marry him like this anyway. He said it didn't matter, he could wait, just like his father waited for his mother at that time, and he believed that it would eventually come.

In the past three years, it's strange to say that Hua Luosha didn't come to Qijiazhuang to propose marriage, and there was no news when he went there.The Qi family also came to propose marriage a lot, but Quan Yulu just didn't agree, she deeply felt that no one had his facial features, no one had his style.She was holding a wooden comb in her yard, believing that he would come to propose marriage one day.

She and Qin Shuang became friends who talked about everything, and like her, they both became old girls, but they were still willing to wait.

More than three years.

It was already winter, and the snow was falling heavily. In this small northern village, the north wind outside could blow out the windows.Qin Feng had only glued the window for the old man two days ago, but now it seems that it will be glued again tomorrow morning.

The old man was seriously ill and has been recuperating for more than half a year.For some reason, he coughed up blood day and night just like his father, and even the nearby doctors couldn't see the reason.

After dinner, he called himself over, obviously he had something to say.

"Qin Li," the old man trembled, his hands trembling as he groped in the air, trying to grab his own.

Qin Feng hurriedly grabbed his hand and frowned. The old man's eyes had reached such a state.

"Old man." He called out.

"Young Master Qin," the old man clasped his hands tightly, "I have never asked you why, nor asked your identity, nor begged you for all these years, where you lived and lived here. Now, Now, I, I have something to ask..."

"Old man, you said, as long as I can do it, I will do it."

He was indeed grateful to them for saving him by the roadside and taking him in again.If someone has something to do, I will definitely help.

But after saying this, he was startled suddenly, thinking of something in his mind, with mixed feelings.

"Qin Li, you're not too old anymore," the old man's voice was intermittent, but he still insisted, "Also, after staying with us for so long, your fiancée didn't come to look for you, and she also broke up with you." Contact, do you still think about her?"

"Old man, I..."

He understood what he was going to say, but for a moment, he didn't know how to answer.

"You're a good boy, so don't delay like this. A man should start a family and start a business. Although you are a Mr. Pianpian, but your family is in trouble, there is no guarantee that your fiancée will not wait for you."

Qin Feng frowned even tighter.

"I...I have something to ask." He suddenly stopped, and after a while, he said, "I have been ill for more than half a year, and I have no other relatives around me. I...I want to entrust Xiaoqin to you..."

"Old man!"

He knew that he would say that, but when this moment really came, it really made him dizzy.

"You, don't rush to refuse," the old man panted, "I'm an old girl, and I've only had one daughter in my life. I hope she can marry a good family. But since you appeared, she has also I don't like it anymore. I," he shook Qin Feng's hand, "I know she's not good enough for you, but you, you just accept her for the sake of us saving your life, even if, Even if she becomes a child in the future..."

As the old man spoke, he wept.

"Old man, you, what are you talking about, Xiaoqin is kind and hardworking, she is not worthy of me."

"Then you agreed?" The old man was delighted.

"No," Qin Feng frowned, "Old man, I, I am not good enough for her, she deserves better!"

"If you say that, you still look down on Xiaoqin," the old man was about to cry again, "Young master Qin, I beg you, I, I'm afraid I won't live long, I beg you, old man Zhou, I beg you!" , I kneel down..." As he spoke, he was about to get up.

"Old man, what are you doing!" Qin Feng hurriedly pushed him back, and knelt down in front of the bed with a "plop", "Old man, I know that saving my life is hard to repay, and I am willing to treat Xiaoqin as my younger sister and take care of her for the rest of my life She, I just want the old man to be at ease!"

"Young Master Qin!" The old man yelled, and tears fell again, "You...you are so confused! For you, Xiaoqin doesn't like this or that, you, even if you treat her as a younger sister, But can she treat you as an older brother?! You...do you really want to see her alone for the rest of her life?"

"I……"

Qin Feng was stunned.He thought of all ways to refuse, but seeing the old man's expression and listening to his words, he didn't know what to do.

"Young Master Qin," the old man tugged at his clothes, "I, my girl, have been obstinate since I was a child. If you really don't want her, I'm afraid, I'm afraid she will really..."

"Old man," Qin Feng looked at him, "I, I'm afraid I'll betray her. I..."

"As long as you are willing to marry her, you can do whatever you want," the old Burton paused, "It's been more than three years, and she reached the age of marriage more than three years ago, but who would want to say goodbye that day? Cheng, I happened to meet you on the road. You, tell me, isn't this fate?"

Qin Feng closed his eyes and thought to himself that three years ago, it would be better not to be rescued by them.

"Qin Li, you said that you would betray her," the old man smiled, "Who would believe it? You boy, although you don't say anything, you have been waiting for your fiancée for more than three years in your heart, and you have been waiting for her forever." Is it not enough to reject Xiaoqin? My old man sees your persistence, and I have to promise my daughter to you."

"But," Qin Feng opened his eyes, "I'm thinking about my fiancée, I'm afraid I won't be able to accommodate Xiaoqin."

When he said this, his face was red and his heart was not beating, and he suddenly thought of Su Xueyin.

"It doesn't matter if it fits, or it doesn't matter," the old man was laughing, when he suddenly coughed violently, Qin Feng hurriedly knelt down and patted his back.

Seeing that he was still kneeling, the old man coughed and said, "You...you get up quickly, don't, don't keep kneeling."

Qin Feng was taken aback for a moment before getting up.

"Qin Li, you have promised to marry Xiaoqin," the old man dressed rough, "if you marry a man like you, I, I will have the face to see her mother from now on!"

Qin Feng frowned, "Old man, do you really want to marry Xiaoqin to me?"

"What's the matter, can it still be fake?" The old man smiled, "Don't worry, my child is real, smart, and able to work. From now on, even if I serve tea and snacks by your side, I won't embarrass you."

"Okay," Qin Feng tried to exhale to make himself look more relaxed, "Then thank you, old man."

The author has something to say: Well, Qin Feng was either forced into marriage, or on the road to being forced into marriage,?

Tomorrow the main text will be over, there will be a small reversal~~

In addition, there is a special episode, which is dedicated to filling in the pit~