Zanxing

The warm light of the lighting symbol gradually dissipated, and the surroundings became clear. The white mist in the morning, wrapped in the cold dew at night, slowly spread across the sky and the earth. In the yard, there was a crisp sound of ding ding ding dong.

It's a snowy morning.

Chai Sang, did you get up so early to cast a sword? Someone's voice sounded, with kindly teasing: Want to cast a few more swords for your daughter to save for her dowry?

Hehe. The person being ridiculed was not annoyed, just smiled honestly.

Chaisang? Hairpin Xing was slightly startled, isn't that the swordsman of Wuyou Sword? Is this the memory of Wuyoujian?

In the middle of the yard, stood a middle-aged man. This man looked more like an ordinary craftsman than the inscrutable, always silent and eccentric swordsmith. He was short in stature, with rough, dark skin, and even an ugly face.

The yard was full of snow, and in the twelfth month of winter, he was shirtless and sweaty. The trousers that were washed white were covered with patches, and they didn't look very well-off.

Hairpin Xing walked to his side, Chai Sang didn't notice, and concentrated on doing the work in hand.

Here is the memory of Wuyoujian. Those who exist in the memory cannot see the hairpin star.

He was playing when suddenly there was a cry of babbling from the room. Chai Sang was taken aback, dropped the iron clamps and ran into the room. Hairpin followed curiously, and saw the dilapidated, crumbling room. Inside the red clay house, Chai Sang was standing beside the couch, hurriedly changing the baby's diapers.

Oh, don't cry, don't cry, Daddy is here, Daddy protects you. The man comforted the baby in his arms awkwardly: We are the best at Wuyou.

Worry-free?

Hairpin stared at the swaddling child, it should be a baby girl, but three or four months old, wrapped in a flower swaddle, facing the grimacing Chai Sang with a sweet smile.

Wuyou is Chai Sang's daughter, he named the sword after his daughter?

The craftsman would not answer the hairpin star's doubts, she could only read along the memories of Wuyoujian.

Next, Chai Sang took care of his young daughter for a period of time.

The craftsman Chai Sang is a swordsmith in Yuezhi Kingdom. I heard that their family has been a swordsmith for generations, and their ancestors used to be a master who made swords for the royal family. However, it gradually declined. In the generation of Chai Sang, life was even more stretched, and he couldn't even eat enough to eat. As for the so-called sword-casting family, the neighbors just laughed when they heard it.

Chai Sang's parents died early, and his wife died shortly after the birth of their daughter, leaving only one daughter, Chai Wuyou.

Chaisang loves this daughter very much.

He works hard every day, earns more wages, and uses it all to buy food and clothing for Wuyou. During the day, he took care of Wuyou while striking the iron. At night, he lit the oil lamp, made shoes and socks for Wuyou under the lamp, and sewed small clothes.

At first, he didn't know how to do it. The hand holding the iron pliers to pick up the embroidery needle was always a bit lame and clumsy, like the little hand of his daughter Bai Nen falling on his rough palm, always making him cautious and at a loss. Afterwards, you will gradually become proficient. The stitches of his clothes are more delicate than those of his neighbor's aunt, and his braids are better than the prettiest girl in town.

Everyone praises him for his skillful hands. Although Wuyou has no mother, he is still carefree and beautiful.

The babbling baby soon grew up, grew into a little girl with red lips and white teeth, grew into a graceful cardamom girl, and grew into a beautiful woman with bright eyes and white teeth.

Chai Sang was forging iron in the yard. Neighbors passed by and asked the girl with embroidery at the door with a smile, Worry-free, in the future I will find you a husband who treats you like your father.

The girl said unconvinced: I don't want to find a husband like my father. If I want to look for it, I have to find a talented son who can read and write!

What about reading and writing, you just want to find someone handsome. The neighbor's little tiger made a face at her: You just think your father is ugly!

Wuyou got up from the stool angrily, chasing after him to hit Xiaohu: Nonsense, my father is not ugly, my father is not ugly at all!

Chai Sang watched them fight while striking the iron, his brows and eyes widened with a smile.

He was short and rough in appearance, but he had a daughter who looked like a flower. Young and old, beautiful and ugly, like spring seedlings and dead wood, flowers and rotten mud.

When Wuyou was seventeen, he promised a family.

The other party is a young master from a scholarly family. He is born with outstanding talents, gentle and gentle, and his appearance is as handsome as his neighbors say. The most important thing is to be humble and gentle, talented, and will secretly buy apricot cake for Wuyou.

Everyone said that Chai Sang had a good son-in-law, but the craftsman had a hard time. Although the other party could not be called a family of high-ranking officials and wealthy people, they did not worry about food and clothing. Speaking of which, their family was high. The other party's dowry is not low. As a father, he naturally prepares a generous dowry for his daughter, so as not to be looked down upon when he arrives at his in-law's house.

After Wuyou fell asleep at night, the craftsman put on his clothes and lit the lamp, calculating at the table how much silver he could get out of the house. He really couldn't afford a house, Zhuangzi, etc. Apart from a little money, he also wanted to buy the most beautiful wedding dress for Wuyou.

A head came out of the door: Dad, what are you doing without sleeping in the middle of the night?

Chai Sang hid the bookkeeping book behind him and said with a smile, I plan to make a dowry for you.

What dowry? Wuyou blushed: How can our family have money for dowry?

Even if we don't have money, we can't lose our daughter's dowry, Chai Sang rarely joked with his daughter: Or father will give you a sword and take it to your in-law's house. If someone in the in-law's family bullies you in the future, it will protect you.

Wuyou sneered: Dad's sword is more or less used for chopping wood, and it protects me. I don't want it.

Our family is a family of swordsmiths, Chai Sang feigned anger, Tell me, what kind of sword do you want to use?

Hey, then I want a beautiful one, preferably silver-white, if a frost flower can be carved on the hilt, I don't like too heavy or heavy, it would be better if it can be lighter, I want a glance It looks very extraordinary, Dad, why are you leaving, I haven't finished talking yet!

The sound gradually faded away.

The sound of iron hammering in the yard became more and more frequent.

In order to buy a dowry for Wuyou, Chai Sang began to take on more jobs. In fact, he was no longer young, and his physical strength was not as good as before. Every day I kept striking the iron like this, and my old chronic diseases gradually emerged. When it rained, my knees hurt badly.

Wuyou also noticed this, took Chai Sang back to the house, and said angrily: You can't go on like this, you are not a young man, don't work on iron in this weather, go back to the house to rest!

Chai Sang complied on the surface, but when Wuyou went out, he secretly slapped Wuyou on his back.

The water grosgrain in the cloth village in the city costs three taels of silver, which is the best for wedding dresses. He was about to collect the money, and when he got the satin and handed it over to Wuyou, Wuyou did not know how happy he would be.

The New Year is approaching, and as soon as the year is over, the daughter will get married. Although he has little ability in this life, he is very contented.

Up to this point, all memories have been calm. Those days when Chaisang and Wuyou got along seem to fill every gap in memory. Fragmented and warm, it tirelessly repeats trivial routines, seemingly reluctant to part with this memory, so that time passes very slowly.

Hairpin Xing didn't know what was going on outside. She couldn't escape from this memory, so she could only continue to watch with patience. This may be what Wuyoujian wants her to see.

She thought that this might not only be the memory of Wuyoujian, but also the memory of the girl Wuyouyou.

The picture of the memory began to gradually become blurred, and the passage of time became unstable. It seemed that for the owner of the memory, the following memory was very painful, causing him to suffer greatly.

On the new year of Yuezhiguo, the earth is covered with snow, lanterns are hung under the eaves of every household, and the Chinese New Year couplets are posted on the gates. Wuyou put the last window grille in front of the house neatly, and heard the words of passers-by outside.

Tianxianglou has started to sell spring wine again. The passerby urged: Hurry up, there are 20 less coins, and you won't be able to buy it later.

Looking at the sky without worry, it was already evening.

Tomorrow is the New Year, and the vendors in Yuezhiguo will not open their doors. In the heart of wanting to sell out and go home earlier, many vendors will sell their things at a very low price. At this time of spring wine, it is the most cost-effective to buy twenty copper plates less than usual. Chai Sang is a good wine, but he is reluctant to drink very little money in normal days.

He was still in the house for tomorrow's New Year's Eve dinner, worry-free put the copper plate in his purse, and went out by himself.

It stops when I remember this.

The surroundings became pitch black, and time did not pass. Although the snow in Yuezhi Kingdom was thick, it was only an illusion that existed in memory and did not have any perception of people, but the hairpin star felt cold.

It was a pervasive cold that seemed to penetrate the hearts of people. It arises from the soles of the feet, spreads and devours little by little, climbs up the limbs of people, climbs up the internal organs of people, and gets cold into the cracks of the bones.

Worry-free did not come back.

After a long, long time, there was a sound of Boom—, and the sound of thunder rang in my ears, and it seemed that there was a patter of rain.

Hairpin Xing saw Chai Sang dragging her sick body and looking for her daughter’s whereabouts. The wine vendor told him that Wuyou bought wine in the evening and then left.

But she didn't come home.

The short and inconspicuous man went crazy looking for traces of his daughter on New Year's Eve, until the next day, someone saw a female corpse lying on the ground in the streets of Fangshi.

The girl looked terrified, her clothes were disheveled, and her body was covered in scars, which was horrible to see.

She died on the first day of the new year.

Those warm rays of light faded like a tide, and the memory began to become pale and dark. Overwhelming despair and sadness swept the entire small courtyard in an instant. Hairpin Xing saw Chai Sang lying on his daughter and burst into tears.

A man who has lived a life of silence and taciturnity, crying heartbreakingly, desperate and helpless.

The extreme sadness was almost passed on to everyone through memory, and Hairpin Xing couldn't help but wet his eyes.

A passerby told Chai Sang that when he passed the restaurant last night, he saw a girl being pulled onto the carriage by a few drunk men. It looked like it was the carriage of the General Yuezhiguo.