The autumn is getting stronger.

Xu Yi put on a winter dress.

Made in white.

Every needle and thread are like treasures in the world.

Jingzhou has a good geographical location, and the sunshine can always shine gently, like a kind of nostalgia and love.

Old Man Qiu still came to find Xu Yi every day. The two of them went to the willow trees on the back street together, where the old men gathered, chatted, drank tea, and played mahjong.

At noon, each of them will end. Widow Yun will bring Xu Yi a bowl of rice in her spare time.

"Yun Xin, you deliver food to me every day and don't charge me money. How can I be embarrassed?" Xu Yi ate in big mouthfuls, and couldn't tell at all.

"Why are you still polite to me? Your calligraphy and painting made my small restaurant taller. Many people came to my restaurant for dinner just to study your calligraphy and paintings. Some people paid a fortune to buy it. I didn't sell it, nor did they tell anyone that the calligraphy and paintings were made by you."

The restaurant of Widow Yun has been open for almost twenty years and has been unrestless. Xu Yi has painted calligraphy and paintings when he has nothing to do and gave it to Widow Yun to hang it on the wall.

When the county magistrate and some big shots were inspecting each other, they said they wanted to understand the public's opinion and eat something that the people ate, so they went to Widow Yun's restaurant.

I saw the calligraphy and painting.

Among these big names, there was an old man from the Hanlin Academy who read the calligraphy and paintings and said that he was not as good as he did. This small restaurant became famous.

Many artful people flocked to them. Of course, some people wanted to buy this calligraphy and painting, but were rejected by Widow Yun.

Someone wanted to force his purchase, but Widow Yun was tough and knelt directly onto the county magistrate's yamen. Those who wanted to bully the widow all stopped.

After all, the owner of this painting is not very famous and has meaning to collect it, but it is not worth much.

"What is a painting worth? I can write and draw randomly. I can exchange so many meals for so many meals. I'll make a lot of money! Yun Xin Mother, don't be so polite... I want to eat shredded ginger and pork topping rice tomorrow."

Widow Yun smiled and said, "Okay."

After Xu Yi finished his meal, he placed the bowls and chopsticks on the table outside the house. Widow Yun would naturally come to take it away when she had time.

Lying on the rocking chair, I was about to take a snatch, but a group of children came whistling, and the childish laughter was full of innocence.

"Hello Grandpa Nan!"

The seven children were neatly arranged in front of Xu Yi, holding each other with their hands, and bowing to Xu Yi.

Xu Yi took out a handful of candies from his pocket and said, "You can only be eaten after carrying it out."

"The rules of disciples are taught by saints. First, filial piety and brotherhood are taken seriously and faithful. Love the masses and be kind to the benevolent. If you have the spare energy, you will learn literature..."

When the sound of these children reciting sounded, the neighbors around them would make the sound as low as possible no matter what they were doing.

Many people even lay on the guardrail by the river, watching the kids recite carefully, with a peaceful smile on their faces.

When the last word fell, Xu Yi smiled and distributed the candy to the children.

"Thank you, Grandpa Nan."

"Go to play."

The children bowed their hands as usual, and when Xu Yi waved his hand, they rushed out like wild horses that had broken away.

They are still young and don’t understand what they mean, let alone what they memorize, but Xu Yi has laid the foundation and foundation for them.

The sound of aloud endorsement will become a scenic spot in the nostalgic street, which will last forever.

Rumeng County is very big, and the Sugu Street is very small.

The Heshui River flows here endlessly, and the willow branches on the shore will continue to hang.

On the ancient small bridge, there are always figures of Old Ghost Wu pretending to cheat, and there will be more young girls in love, stretching out two fingers and gestures with scissors.

Crack Crack Crack.

The innocent smile is frozen in this late autumn.

There is no intrigue, no chaos, no bustling people, no bustling wind and rain.

Calm, peaceful, and stable.

Time has slowed down, and more than half a month has passed.

At the end of October, like the name of the old man Qiu’s granddaughter, in late autumn.

The Chinese New Year is two months away, and Xu Yi is starting to get a little irritable.

When he was in the capital, he almost broke through the extraordinary realm, but was blocked by others.

Now I can't feel that mysterious state for a long time.

Taking a deep breath, Xu Yi calmed down and continued to wait.

"Uncle Nan, Yun Xin has written a letter!"

Widow Yun smiled when she delivered lunch to Xu Yi.

"Oh? What did Yunxin say?" Xu Yi asked with a smile.

Widow Yun said proudly: "The child has passed the assessment and entered southern Xinjiang. He worked as a member of the Military Control Commission. He said he met his idol, General Haidong Qinghai, General Hai also said that he is educated, capable, and passionate, and has a bright future."

"Yunxin is a good kid." Xu Yi nodded with a smile, and started eating with a bowl.

Widow Yun suddenly felt a little depressed: "I have suffered enough in my life. My husband went to southern Xinjiang and never came back. My son also went to southern Xinjiang. Although there is no war in southern Xinjiang yet, no one can say that this thing is war..."

"Why are you so worried? "

Widow Yun smiled and said, "Although I am a wife, I also know some righteousness. My husband and millions of soldiers are fighting for our Tianlong Kingdom and for countless people to live and work in peace and contentment. Their blood will not flow in vain... If there were no soldiers in southern Xinjiang, how could we have a stable life?"

Xu Yi was silent.

Widow Yun is definitely not the first person to think so, nor is she the last one.

Because of them, or they, there are so many passionate men in southern Xinjiang.

No matter what purpose they have, they go to southern Xinjiang to die, it is for the sake of their descendants to live a good life.

Xu Yi put down the bowls and chopsticks, slowly stood up, clenched his fists at the ordinary woman who opened a restaurant, and bowed to her heart: "Yun Xinniang, Tianlong has today's prosperity because of the lovely people like you."

"Yunxin and the millions of soldiers in the southern Xinjiang have dreams and hopes in their hearts. I believe that one day, Tianlong will be so powerful that no one dares to provoke. Our descendants will live in a peaceful and prosperous era, and they will never forget the blood, sweat and life that generations of martyrs have given."

Widow Yun was almost crying, but she endured it.

"Oh, Uncle Nan, what are you doing? I don't know anything. I just hope to live a good life and eat slowly. I'll get the bowl later."

This job suddenly became heavier.

Xu Yi held it with all his strength and ate slowly.

Eat.

Eat.

Everything in front of me quietly became in a daze.

The Heshui River in front of the door disappeared.

The quaint stone bridge is gone.

The bare weeping willows on the shore are gone.

Rows of low houses are missing.

All the sounds disappeared.

Gradually, everything came back.

A pair of powerful hands holding the job.

Eat the last bite of rice into your mouth and chew it into your heart slowly.

When Xu Yi put down the bowls and chopsticks, his white hair was still the same.

But the wrinkles on the face slowly smoothed out.

The hunched backbone slowly straightened up.
Chapter completed!