Nightfall Chapter 218: Under the banyan tree, beside the pond
A middle-aged man is catching fish under a lishu beside a pond in a village of Daheguo.
His face was wrapped with a white cloth to cover his injured eyes. He couldn't see the blisters vomited by the fish in the pond, nor the ups and downs of the fishing line. If he were an ordinary person, he would be bored and depressed. , But his hand holding the fishing rod is still so stable, calm, not irritable.
The thin bamboo poles drooped slightly, drawn into a bow-like curve, and the fishing line stretched into the pond water, shocked that a water reptile quickly avoided it, and there was a faint tail swinging under the water. []
The middle-aged man's right hand was slightly tightened, and he lifted the bamboo pole. A carp that was not fat was raised to the surface, struggling for life. He pulled the rod and reached out, took the fish off the hook, and threw it in. In the fish basket immersed in the pool water next to him, his movements seemed extremely proficient, and he wanted to do these things frequently recently.
A woman in plain clothes walked behind him, looked at the fish basket and exclaimed with joy. The woman's appearance was ordinary but delicate, and her dress was plain and simple, but she was clean, her eyebrows seemed twenty When he turned his head, looking at the joy in his eyes, Robin was numb, but he seemed to be in his 30s. The woman said a few words to him and helped him to walk behind the tree.
Behind the banyan tree is a small courtyard. The fence is slightly slanted and the thatch is gradually ruined. It looks a little run down, but the courtyard and house are cleaned up, just like the woman.
"It seems that you really like fishing. If there are fish left, I will go to town to change some wine and melody tomorrow. I heard that fish like to eat those things."
The woman said.
The middle-aged man said: "I don't like fishing. It's just that I can't see anything for so many days. I can't help but feel a little anxious. I feel uneasy and want to calm my mind."
"Doctor Song said, if loyal medicine is okay, it should be fine today."
The woman helped him sit down on the chair and looked at his face nervously, trying to reach out and untie the white cloth covering his eyes, but she was afraid to do it.
The middle-aged man couldn't see but seemed to be able to see her every move and smiled comfortingly and said: "Even if it's not good, it's just a matter of days.
The woman's fingers were twisted tightly together, and she blamed: "Don't dare to speak like this, you will be fine, you will be able to see with your eyes."
The fingers trembling slightly, untied the knot of the white cloth behind the middle-aged man's head, and then cautiously moved Tao around the ear, peeling it layer by layer, until it was finally untied.
The sky light sprinkled into the small courtyard from the top of the tree and leaked into the house. It fell on the face of Chao Xiaoshu, which was covered with white cloth for many days. It looked pale because of the lack of sunlight for a long time.
His brows are tight and his eyes are tightly closed. Although he can comfort a woman, everything is a few days. Although he is the first free and easy person in the world, he is still nervous at this time.
The woman stood in front of him, lowered her head and looked nervously into his eyes and whispered to cheer him softly: "It's okay, open it and take a look, maybe you can see it."
The middle-aged man's eyes trembled slightly, not knowing how long he had passed, and finally slowly opened his eyes in the slightly sunken eye sockets, his eyes were dim.
The woman was a little disappointed, her nervous sweat wet her clothes, she unconsciously loosened the neckline, and asked with the last chance: "Can you see the equipment?"
At this moment, the wind passed through the banyan trees outside the courtyard, swaying the sky.
A ray of sky fell in the middle-aged man’s dim eyes, as if he would never go away anymore, but would only stay in the meantime. The light gradually brightened, and it was like a fishing rod trembling, the pond surface rippled, and the breath of life revived .
The image of the eye wave changes from blurry to clear.
He saw a beautiful woman, saw the simple Dahe country Confucian dress on her body, saw her nervous and anxious look, saw a crystal bead of sweat slipping from her neck, and saw the bead of sweat sliding towards The two groups of Bai Chenfeng between her slightly open collar are soft
Middle-aged man Mou Jingjing looked at her and said, "I can see it."
The woman was very pleased, and then she suddenly noticed that his gaze stayed on her chest, she turned sideways with a little shame, tidying up her clothes in a panic, avoiding his eyes.
The middle-aged man looked at her with a smile, his eyes grateful.
These days, if this woman hadn't been taken care of by this woman, he would not hesitate to look for doctors and buy medicine with the strange eyes of the villagers, it would be impossible for his eyes to heal so quickly.
Until now, he still doesn't know who this woman is. This is the first time he has seen her. In the past few days of small talk, he only knows that the other person is a widow.
"Thank you for your care these days."
The middle-aged man said sincerely.
The woman tidyed up her clothes, turned around slowly, and said softly: "I don't know what your name is yet."
The middle-aged man said: "My name is Chao Xiaoshu. In the Tang Dynasty, there is a small tree at the entrance of the village."
The woman looked at his handsome but mature eyebrows, slightly flustered, and a little sad, thinking that this man must be a person with a story, he will probably leave after his eyes are cured?
"This is the remaining medicine money."
One thing suddenly occurred to her, she reached out and took out a handful of broken silver from her skirt and handed it to Chao Xiaoshu.
Thinking about the little tree, took the broken silver and put it back in the clothes, without saying much.
Seeing that she didn't give her the leftover money to express her gratitude, the woman felt a little happy and asked him to have a good rest. Don't be greedy for too long, so she went to boil water and cook.
After dinner, I took a bath seriously once since my eyes hurt... The tree was refreshing and refreshing... Then I put on the ordinary farm uniform that the lady was a little bit ashamed and handed over.
He walked into the courtyard and looked at the dim flowing clouds in the night sky and the halo next to those clouds. He knew that although his eyes could see things, they still needed time to fully recover.
Thinking of the shocking sword that struck from outside the cloud that day, he squinted at the little tree, then smiled and shook his head, thinking with emotion that the sword sage Liu Bai is indeed the world's number one powerhouse.
Being defeated by Liu Bai's sword, Chao Xiaoshu was calm and even a little relieved, because this was a matter of course.
Different from the young people in Longqing, the Chao Xiaoshu who has been immersed in the dark night world of Chang'an for many years, although he is a real underworld king, he has never had the obsession of Laozi to be the number one in the world. Because of this, He was never afraid of failure and frustration. On the contrary, as long as failure and frustration did not make him die, he could learn from every failure and frustration and then make progress.
I was thinking of the battle with Sword Master Liu Bai, and suddenly there was the sound of water from the house... the sound of water rushing... occasionally ding-dong, it was the sound of water dripping from the woman’s smooth body .
Looking into the house towards the little tree, although Hua knew that the light was on in the house, if he turned his head, he might be able to see the beautiful silhouette on the window paper, the alluring picture.
He just smiled and listened quietly, listening a little attentively.
The woman finished taking a bath... walked to the small courtyard and walked to his side.
The slightly damp and fragrant breath penetrates into the nose of the little tree.
Water dripped from the woman's wet hair.
The clothes on the woman's body are also slightly damp and warm.
The atmosphere is very humid and warm.
The woman looked at his profile and suddenly hugged his waist, and said with a trembling voice: "Can you tell me your story?"
Looking down at Xiaoshu and looking at her quietly, he said, "My story is actually very boring."
The woman buried her head in his arms and whispered: "But that's an outside story. I want to hear it. After you leave, I have at least some stories."
Raised her hand to the tree...and gently stroked her wet hair, feeling the woman in her arms getting warmer.
The woman bit her lower lip secretly and gathered her courage... she raised her head and hugged him tightly... her right hand reached into his closet and stroked awkwardly and tremblingly, then she stood on her toes and used herself His lips blocked his lips.
"I won't guard women's way anymore."
She murmured.
Slightly sipped her lips toward Xiaoshu, and slowly moved her right hand up from her waist, stroking the plump mass through the thin wet clothes, and said, "Do you still want to hear the story?"
The woman was blushing with shame, but she stubbornly refused to leave his embrace, kissed him foolishly, and muttered: "I know you are leaving, I don’t want to listen to the story, I want you Give me a story."
"I will not rush to Qiang..."
Gently pushed her away towards the tree and kissed her on the forehead. , Smiled and said: "Or else tell the story first?"
Passing through the fence where the night breeze is pouring in, and brushing it on the wet thin clothes, the chill made the woman sober up, only to realize what shame she had done before, only to feel that her cheeks were so hot. However, the lingering smell between her lips and the warmth of Xiong Tao made her reluctant to leave.
"Aren't you going home?"
"No hurry."
Chao Xiaoshu replied, although Chang'an City is good, he has friends, majesty, and father, but he doesn't want to go back now, because it is peaceful, because there are trees and women who love him.
The woman said softly: "But your family will be worried."
Chao Xiaoshu said: "I will write to them."
The woman plucked up the courage to throw her arms in her arms, but was rejected. She was a little shy, twisted her fingers, turned around, and hurried into the house on the grounds of making the bed.
The dim oil is the beautiful scenery under the woman's skirt reflected by the light.
Cao Xiaoshu's eyes have just recovered. Looking at the scenery, I feel more and more beautiful.
That night, Chao Xiaoshu and the woman were still sleeping in separate beds. As for who was tossing and turning, who was on the other side, and who was regretting, then I don’t know, I only know the sound of the insects in the fence that night. It was much more gentle and lingering than usual, and the bed in the room creaked like a moan.
In the early morning," there was a sudden noise outside the upper court, breaking the tranquility and ambiguity here.
Dozens of villagers holding steel forks and hoes in their hands, led by several gray-haired elders, surrounded the small courtyard, and then violently overthrew the already slanted fence.
The woman who is making breakfast, wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked at these people nervously, and said with a trembling voice, "Four masters, what do you want?"
The object of her speech was the white-haired old man Taofang, the patriarch, who was the head of the patriarch and possessed unparalleled authority in the entire village and even the entire town.
The patriarch did not answer her, looking at her indifferently as if looking at a dead person.
The answer to her was a strong man and a few lumps of muddy mud.
"Unconventional women."
The strong man said viciously.
Several masses of muddy and slightly smelly mud were smashed on her body by the people, making the clean Confucian skirt she was wearing deliberately unsightly.
(The wave comes out at 10:30 in Chapter 2.) (to be continued)
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