Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Sanping Village is located in the frontier, with a leisurely life and many strange customs and festivals. After Lu Zhengqiu moved here with Dongqing, he gradually realized it.

Every year in early summer, orchids are in full bloom, full of vitality, like children, so the local people take the opportunity to hold the "Lanfang Festival" to celebrate the children. There are all kinds of playthings, and children from every household go to join in the fun, taking their pocket money to have a good time.

Holly is not among them. He has just turned 14 this year, but he has already set himself out of the ranks of children.Early in the morning, he brought a bucket of well water, sprinkled it evenly in the yard, and pushed it away with a broom.

It has been the fourth year for him to practice martial arts with his master, and he has been practicing hard every day. Even the broom is specially made with a heavy handle, which is convenient for exercising his arms.

The weather in early summer is getting hotter and hotter. He rolled up his sleeves to his shoulders, exposing his entire arm. The 14-year-old's arm has just become tighter, and when he swung it with force, it bulged slightly, outlining shallow muscle lines.

The broom soaked in water swung across the ground, making a rattling sound.

At some point, an extra pair of eyes appeared by the door, watching him with a smile.

"Master, are you up?"

"Well, early."

After a brief exchange of greetings, Dongqing suddenly dropped the broom, exerted force on the soles of her feet, and moved forward. At the same time, she raised her palm and sent it forward.This is a soft skill that he has just mastered. His figure brushed past the bucket, and a gust of breeze stirred up tiny ripples in the water.

In a blink of an eye, he had come before Lu Zhengqiu, he lowered his palm lightly, and struck out with all his strength, all the strength in his body poured into his arm, and struck towards Master's left shoulder.

His hand was blocked in the middle.

Lu Zhengqiu was still leaning against the door frame, and with only a movement of his wrist, he deflected his fierce attack.

"That's right, there's progress, but it's just a little slower when starting up, and flaws will be exposed."

Dongqing pouted slightly: "Master, please teach me again."

Lu Zhengqiu nodded, walked around behind him, put one hand under his forearm, pulled his arm out, and put the other hand on his waist to help him get out of position: " Martial arts pay attention to wide opening and wide closing, you must not be submissive, you have to completely control your body, and use your limbs to the extreme, so that you can retract and release freely."

Holly seemed to be in pain, and there was a hissing sound between her teeth.

Lu Zhengqiu saw it in his eyes, shook his head and said: "You still can't master soft skills."

Holly lowered her gaze, bit her lip, and remained silent.

Lu Zhengqiu's heart tightened suddenly, he was afraid that what he said was too harsh, he had never been a teacher to others, so naturally he didn't know the rules of being a teacher, so he could only observe his own disciple's expression more carefully, and use it to make decisions sense of proportion.

Before he knew it, the child occupied his entire field of vision and became the most important part of his life.

Dongqing was only depressed for a while, then shook her sleeves and said, "It's getting late, I'm going to light a fire and cook."

"Wait." Lu Zhengqiu grabbed his neck, brought him back to his face, and raised the corners of his mouth at him, "Master will take you out to eat today."

The two sat opposite each other in the wonton shop.

There are not many restaurants in Sanping Village, and the Wonton Shop is the one with the best business. Every morning, the smell of the soup wafts out for miles, attracting the salivation of the surrounding residents, who come here from time to time for the toothbrush sacrifice.

The master and the apprentice didn't come often. Their business in the clinic was mediocre, and their lives were poor. Most of the time they cooked at home.

Dongqing ate half of it, raised her head and asked: "A bowl of fresh meat wonton is 25 yuan, and a plate of sliced ​​beef is [-] yuan, and pickled radish is [-] yuan. The spare money we had last month was only [-] yuan, and the remaining [-] yuan Wen, where did it come from?"

Lu Zhengqiu bent his finger and flicked it on his forehead: "Eat your wontons well, paying the bill is an adult's business, so you know what to do at such a young age."

"Oh." Dongqing replied a little dull, with the chopsticks still in her hand, holding a piece of meat, as if she was reluctant to put it in her mouth.

Lu Zhengqiu couldn't help asking: "Is it delicious?"

Holly nodded: "It's delicious."

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and two dimples appeared beside him.

The cheeks of the young boy who had just formed the edges and corners, because of the existence of the dimples, turned back to the innocent appearance of a child.

The life in Sanping Village was poor and dull, and it was incomparable with the rich food and clothing in the General's Mansion, but Dongqing never complained in these years.

Although he doesn't complain, he still has preferences. If he eats delicious food, he will show a faint smile like he does now.

In the blink of an eye, another spring passed, and his hair grew past his shoulders.When he buried his head in drinking the soup, a few strands of hair fell off his shoulders and drooped restlessly into the soup bowl.

"Drink slowly." Lu Zhengqiu stretched out a hand to his sideburns, brushing up his broken hair, keeping it behind his ears.

Dongqing finally swallowed the last mouthful of soup, with a piece of chopped green onion still sticking to the corner of her mouth, and asked, "Master, don't you want a bowl?"

"Master is not hungry." Lu Zhengqiu replied.

In fact, the money in his pocket was indeed not enough to spend, and the 25 taels was the spare money he got in exchange for writing a few calligraphy and paintings at other people's houses.

Dongqing put down her chopsticks and said, "Let's go home."

"What's the rush?" Lu Zhengqiu waved at him, "Come here."

Doubt appeared on Dongqing's face, but she stood up obediently and walked across to Master.

Lu Zhengqiu wiped the corners of his mouth clean, and said: "Turn around." After he obediently turned his back to him, he took out a comb from his sleeve and inserted it into his hair.

Holly wears a headband on his forehead all the year round to cover the birthmark of the unicorn horn, so his hair is always disheveled. After Lu Zhengqiu carefully combed it for him, he took out a hair rope and tied his tough and unruly hair into a strand. , tied into a ponytail at the back of the head.

Fifteen knots, twenty weak crowns.

This small and lush life is lingering by my side, growing day and night.Every day becomes more tall and straight, more heroic.

One day, he will grow into a towering tree, using his body to protect the world from wind and rain.

Thinking of the distant and hazy future, Lu Zhengqiu suddenly felt a little lonely for no reason, and the peaceful time right now was like a dream.

He patted Holly on the shoulder: "Turn around and let me have a look... Well, it looks great."

The child who tied his hair for the first time rolled his eyes and said, "Master said it looks good, so it must be good-looking."

"Where's the nonsense," Lu Zhengqiu said with a light smile, "By the way, why don't you go to the market to have a look? If you come across something you like..."

"Master, do you have any money?"

"...Ahem, it doesn't cost any money to just look around."

On that day, Dongqing turned on the lamp and read at night as usual, until the moon was in the middle of the sky, then she turned over and fell into the bed.When Lu Zhengqiu turned back from the yard, he was already reclined on the bed, making a soft whirring sound from his mouth.

Lu Zhengqiu shook his head, pushed Dongqing's body back into the bed, carefully covered the quilt, and found that the ponytail was still tied behind his back, so he untied it.

After doing this, Lu Zhengqiu turned to leave, but found that the hair rope in his hand could not be pulled, it turned out that Dongqing was holding it in his hand.

Dongqing folded her five fingers unconsciously, clutching her own gift tightly.

Lu Zhengqiu let go of his hand and stuffed the hair rope back into his palm.

The child let out a satisfied snort and turned over, not knowing what kind of dream it was.A simple piece of muslin held in his palm seemed to be the source of his happiness.

Lu Zhengqiu's heart softened.

Maybe it was because she was a little harsher on him, maybe she should pamper him a little more.He has lost everything, he has only a handful of possessions, and he is unwilling to let go of even a small gift.

Lu Zhengqiu wanted to rub his hair, but when he stretched out his hand halfway, he stopped, and retracted silently.

There was too much blood on that hand, it shouldn't disturb such a clean sleep.

That night, Lu Zhengqiu also had a dream that he hadn't seen for a long time. The dream was the scene he often saw, the land after the fire, the wasteland and ruins without a blade of grass.But the dream that night was different from the past, the ashes turned into fertile soil, a green shoot grew out of those dirty and ugly cracks, and the dew glistened in the morning sun.

It was the only drop of water flowing out of a barren heart.

There was not much left in his heart, but the best part of it had been given to it.