The summer is cold and the leaves are autumn.

The dead leaves in the academy had just been swept away, and then they withered again. But the old man who swept the floor did not complain, and took the broom and started all over again.

The old man repeated the action of lifting and sweeping every day, and also swept the withered yellow all over the ground into snow white.

When I woke up one night, it snowed for the first time in the academy, and it was also the first snow in Xuanyu City in three years.

The snow is very large, and Huailing behind him seems to be wearing a mink velvet, which looks quite luxurious from a distance.

The Xuanyu City surrounded by it was also dressed in silver.

It dawned early, and Qing'er woke up earlier.

The summer theory has passed, and there is only one month before the end of the year. He had to hurry up and cultivate, because he knew that the figures that often appeared in his mind were also cultivating very hard.

Qing'er sat outside the house, her eyes closed, her legs crossed.

It was snow-white in front of me, but the sound of running water could still be heard, and the stream was not frozen.

Grandpa looked at the medicine pu on the side, looked at the medicine pu that was pressed with a thick layer of snow in front of him, and said to himself with a smile: "The harvest next year is good." ”

After a moment, the valley was quiet.

Grandpa went back to the house, and it seemed that he didn't see Qing'er at the door.

Qing'er was the same, she didn't care what her grandfather said.

This is the life of this pair of grandchildren in the past six months. Grandpa grows medicine every day, and Qing'er practices hard every day. Grandchildren are like two parallel lines, not asking each other.

Qing'er meditated on his own, and suddenly for a moment, he felt that he had fallen into an inexplicable place. The place is snow-white and boundless. The white expanse was a little dazzling, and he couldn't see anything around him, but he could hear the sound of running water, and the footsteps of his grandfather, and even the sound of insects hibernating in the snow scratching the sand.

Qing'er just felt that his eyes were very bright, and he really couldn't open his eyes. His expression was a little distorted, and he couldn't find his way out.

Grandpa saw Qing'er's expression, silently carried the stove for making tea, and put it at the door. The charcoal fire brought a stream of heat to the house, and it also brought some heat to the door.

Qing'er felt some heat and began to walk in the direction of the heat.

Grandpa looked at Qing'er and sat by the fireside thoughtfully.

The snow outside the house gradually stopped, and the old man got up and went to the stream to fetch water and come back to make tea.

When Qing'er opened her eyes, her grandfather had already made tea, and breakfast was prepared on the table.

Qing'er got up and went back to the house, and the old man also got up and sat down at the table.

"The snow here is bigger than under our county." The old man opened his mouth with a smile.

Qing'er didn't speak and sat down at the table.

After a while, Qing'er said thoughtfully: "Grandpa, I seem to have broken through the double realm. ”

The old man's hand holding the chopsticks hung in the air, but it stayed for a short time, and then stretched out again.

The old man didn't speak, Qing'er didn't say anything more, and the room returned to calm.

……

After the meal, the grandfather took out a wooden sword, the wooden sword was very finely carved, and the word "Qing" was engraved on it.

Qing'er continued to read the book "Dao Xuan Jing", and there were still many places in the book that he had not yet understood.

Grandpa walked to Qing'er's side and did it.

"The children in the courtyard all have wooden swords, and I have carved one for you." Grandpa put the wooden sword in front of Qing'er and said.

Qing'er glanced up, then took the wooden sword in her hand, and her face showed a little surprise.

"Grandpa, when did you do it? Why didn't I see it? Qing'er hugged the wooden sword with a happy face.

Grandpa looked at Qing'er, who was so happy, smiled and said, "You have only been focusing on cultivation recently, how can you care about me, an old man." ”

Although grandpa's words were a little vinegary, they were obviously just joking with his grandson.

Qing'er put down the wooden sword and said, "Then I'll accompany grandpa more in the future!" ”

The old man said meaningfully: "Just have your words!" ”

Then the old man stood up, glanced at the snow outside, and said, "Why don't you try your sword?" ”

Qing'er also stood up, hugged the sword and said, "But I don't know how to use it yet!" ”

The old man stroked his silver beard and said, "When Grandpa was young, he learned a little, can I teach you well?" ”

Qing'er happily replied, "Okay! ”

So the old man took the young man to the snow outside the house.

Looking at Zhou Zhao's vast expanse, the old man asked, "Qing'er, what kind of sword do you think is the most powerful?" ”

Qing'er shook her head with big eyes.

The old man asked, "How can I plunge my sword deeper into the snow?" ”

Qing'er took the wooden sword and stabbed a few swords in the snow, then looked up and said, "The deepest stabbing is the one." ”

The old man nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, kendo is humanity." The sword has two edges, and if the heart is right, the sword is invincible. If the heart is not right, it will harm others and benefit oneself. ”

Qing'er listened half-understood and half-understood, so she asked, "What about the sharpest sword?" And what about the fastest sword? ”

The old man touched the young man's head and asked, "The fastest sword and the sharpest sword, if they stab in the opposite direction, can they pierce into this snow?" ”

Qing'er tried to follow the old man's words and said, "No, it will stab yourself." ”

The old man nodded and said, "Remember, no matter what kind of sword technique you cultivate in the future, if you have a good heart, the sword will be invincible." ”

Qing'er nodded, and the old man then returned to the house.

After the old man left, Qing'er seemed to think of something, and shouted towards the house: "Grandpa, didn't you tell me to practice swords?" ”

The old man didn't turn his head and replied, "I have handed over the most powerful swordsmanship in the world to you!" ”

Qing'er was confused, scratched her head, and said to herself: "What kind ......of swordsmanship is this?"

After speaking, he danced alone and without discipline.

……

……

……

At noon, Lin Jian came to the back mountain from the courtyard, holding a quilt on his chest.

Qing'er saw Lin Jian coming, so she hurriedly returned to the house.

"Grandpa, it's cold suddenly, you have to pay more attention to your body." Lin Jian said as he spread the quilt on the bed.

"Don't worry about me, an old man." The old man said as he began to make tea.

Lin Jian laid out the quilt and sat down with the old man.

He glanced at the old man in front of him meaningfully, and said, "Grandpa, I am about to be full of qi refining, so I am also ready to go out of the mountain to practice!" ”

The old man was silent for a moment, and then said, "Since you have made up your mind, the old man will not say much. ”

Then the old man got up and brought a small coarse cloth bag from the side. Then he sat back again, fiddled with it and said, "It's a little rough, don't dislike it." The old man inside wrote you a few words, and when you have no direction outside, you will take them out and look at them. ”

Lin Jian took the cloth bag in the old man's hand and looked at it in a daze.

"I tied hemp rope for you, the first time I didn't know what to do, I untied one hemp rope, and the second time I untied two hemp ropes. The last one is not tied, and of course the old man doesn't want you to look at it. ”

Lin Jian nodded silently, he didn't know what Grandpa meant, but he didn't ask more.

And the old man seemed to know the young man's mind for a long time, and prepared this cloth bag for him.

The old man felt a little lonely, and asked in a low voice, "When are you ready?" ”

Lin Jian replied: "I'll leave in two days, and go home to accompany the second elder for the New Year." ”

The old man said, "Very good." ”

Lin Jian thought for a while: "Jian'er is about to weaken the crown, and he will perform the crown salute when he returns home." ”

The old man stroked his beard and said: "The weak crown will take a word, then the old man will give you a word!" ”

Lin Jian responded.

The old man stood up, walked to the window, looked out the window and said thoughtfully: "The cypress tree is proud and strong, and it is the pillar of the house!" ”

Then he turned back to Lin Jian and said, "Although this cypress tree is common, it is proud and proud, and the cypress is green!" You see, the beams of this wooden house are this cypress. Grandpa hopes that you can become a pillar of the country like this cypress, so he will call you "Baiqing"! ”

After listening to Lin Jian's self-talk, he said, "Lin Baiqing! Very good! ”

Qing'er on the side picked up Brother and had a new word, so he also came to join in the fun.

"Grandpa, I want to take words too." Qing'er accosted.

"Wait for you in another nine years, grandpa will fetch it for you!" The old man said with a smile.

"Okay then." Qing'er arrived.

……

Qing'er turned her head to look at Lin Jian next to her again, and asked, "Will Brother come back to see Qing'er in the future?" ”

Lin Jian was a little confused by Qing'er's question, maybe he didn't know it himself.

But Lin Jian still answered Qing'er with a smile, he touched Qing'er's head and said, "As long as there is a chance, I will definitely come back to see you!" Bring you something delicious! ”

Qing'er said: "That hook!" ”

So Lin Jian stretched out his hand to pull the hook with Qing'er, and the old man watched silently from the side.

Silence then returned to the house.

Lin Jian was reluctant to leave in the valley for a long time, and chatted with Grandpa about the past a year ago.

……

"Grandpa, do you remember? You were standing outside the inn with Qing'er at that time? Qing'er was thin at the time, staring at the room full of children with wide eyes. ”

"Remember! At that time, I accompanied Master Yan to see my son. ”

"Grandpa, do you remember? At that time, I was in the backyard of the inn, and you asked me to be Qing'er's brother? ”

"How can you forget this? I brought it up! ”

"And on the carriage that came to Xuandu, I got into your carriage when I was sleepy."

"You're embarrassed to say that you got into the carriage and were teased by a few little guys."

"By the way, I'll get you some drinks before I go! The wine in Baiweilou is good, and I will warm you up! ”

"It's all said that the old man doesn't touch wine anymore!"

As soon as the grandfather and grandson answered, Qing'er sat next to her and looked up to listen, not laughing.

……

Lin Jian always wanted to give the old man in front of him something to sit before leaving, but found that he couldn't do anything.

He recalled that a year ago, others still called him Captain Lin. Since he met the pair of grandparents, he has changed a lot and has begun to make choices for himself.

I thought of the young lieutenant in the small county town, remembered that the young man had also spoken loudly, and thought that he would make a choice for the sake of that young man's bold words.

All this is thanks to the old man in front of him, who helped and enlightened himself.

It was he who let his tears fall, and let a barren teenager have the idea of pursuing his childhood dream again.

It was he who turned Captain Lin into Lin Jian, and then turned Lin Jian into Lin Baiqing.

Lin Jian thought of the past, and his face was a little sad.

He got up and walked to the window and looked out at the snow. The snow reflected in his eyes, like a white galaxy.

He stood in front of the window for a moment, then turned back sharply.

He bowed his body and saluted the old man, and then said, "This past year, Grandpa cherishes it!" ”

Lin Jian stood up straight and walked out of the valley without looking back.