I am an ordinary person. It is neither a prodigal son nor a killer.
I cut back materials from the mountains every day and split them into small pieces with an ax. I like this peaceful life.
I have a small house. There is an asphalt table, chair, and bench in the house. There is a short sword left by the father or mother on the white wall. Maybe it's a dagger. I never use it. As an ornament, I think it is more appropriate.
Of course there is also a bed in the room. It can give me 8 to 9 hours of sleep every day. Or longer.
Rivers and lakes are special and unfamiliar to me. I can't say I like it or I don't like it. Some things need to experience before they know pain and happiness.
Sometimes I will see several young people wearing brightly colored swords carrying their swords on the mountains. I don't talk to them.
I always think there is a distance between me and them. This distance makes me feel at ease.
Occasionally, I read some books written by Jiang Lakers. The book mentions thrilling duel, complicated conspiracy, and tragic love.
I like the love between Xiao eleven Lang and Shen Bijun. But you know you won't.
But you can imagine.
I think it would be interesting if I was a chivalrous man one day.
I am 23 years old.
When I was 10 years old, my parents died. I don't know how they died. Later I thought it was not important.
I don't like thinking. I am a simple person. I like simple things.
Since I was ten years old, I have been relying on cutting materials. Every week, a friend came to help me ship the materials to the town. The friend was a friend of my parents. He promised my parents to take care of me.
In fact, I don't want to be bound. I used to living alone.
When I was 23 years old, a friend introduced me to a girl. He said that I am not a small one, and it is time to start my own business.
I have basically never met girls. Girl is a strange animal to me. If we use wood as a comparison object. So when I held her hand, I felt that her hand was very different from wood. This difference is hard to express. Soft, delicate, warm, and others.
The girl is not very pretty. But with the eye, tall body, dark algae-like long hair.
After that, the girl accompanied me up the hill every day to cut materials. Of course, she just watched me and talked with me.
I like this. At least they are much closer to young people carrying swords.
Sometimes, girls also play around with the axes in my hands.
I told her that my life is cutting materials.
Our friends burst into tears when we got home. He said his mind had finally come.
When everyone is old, is it especially easy to shed tears. I looked at my friend's wrinkled hand and wiped his eyes. Everything was blurred.
I think this should happen when I am old.
The girl's family is not good either. Therefore, she has the illusion of life. Her parents have satisfied her to marry a person with at least life guarantee.
This is true for many ordinary people. No.
One day. One day creates an illusion. Blur every day.
In fact, I think this life is quite good.
It's like we have sex or stories in bed at night.
I told her a love story between Xiao qilang and Shen Bijun. She was moved and cried.
I kissed the warm tears on her face.
I don't know whether such an action is a blessing. I am very clumsy, and her body seems to me in the book. She taught me.
It's just a long time.
Sometimes I miss her when I don't see her.
It's like when cutting materials, she's bored and chatting with the young people who pass.
She told me that they are all Jiang Lakers. Rivers and lakes are interesting. Full of excitement. Sword and sword shadows.
The young man will show her the sword on his back. The sword shines brightly and sharply in the sun. She advised me to try a different sword.
So one day I took down the short sword on the wall. However, how to cut and not cut enough materials. I said the sword is not suitable for cutting materials.
She grinned and looked unhappy.
Is she disappointed with me.
I gradually care about her feelings.
I have been dealing with wood before. Now we are dealing with women. The two are different.
I am an ordinary person. But I also have feelings.
Is this feeling love.
I think so. Maybe not.
I was 24 years old.
I was 25 years old.
I was 26 years old.
......
I have never been a knight or something interesting. Or a young man came and used a sword to help me cut down a tree. She slapped her hand and shouted. Her face shines with envy.
I don't speak. Cut the tree into a large block, and then split it into a small block.
That night I dreamed that I was standing in the woods with a sword.
One night later, when I woke up with the same dream, the girl left. Sudden.
Someone saw her go with a young man carrying a sword.
The short sword on the wall disappeared.
I'm just a little sad. Because one ornament is missing. The room is still very clean.
Now I am still sleeping for eight or nine hours every day. |
