Remember [New] for a second,! The rain stopped at some point in the night.

The bright moon hangs in the sky, and the splendid seven-colored galaxy is like a cloud and fog. One end is connected to the undulating mountains, spanning the sky and falling into the middle of the lake. The fluorescent flying fish is free and flying into the reflecting galaxy.

In the loess thatched hut, moonlight slanted in through the cracks in the windows.

Sprinkled on the face of the sleeping fisher girl, her eyelids and eyelashes trembled slightly, she was dreaming.

Innumerable words in the dream flashed before my eyes.

I have an extra knife in my hand, straight, with a beveled tip. The feeling of being heavy in my hand is very real. I can't tell whether it is fierce or realistic.

It's not the same as the street performers in town.

There is no shape, the knife cuts hard, simple and clear, one-handed, two-handed

It's really like being there, you can feel the details of muscle force in every movement, and even your feet can experience friction with the ground.

Practice the most basic movements of the knife technique over and over again.

Gradually, the movement of the knife became a memory, and the use of the knife became more and more natural and smooth.

Stumbled to hear chickens crowing.

The dream receded like the tide, the fisher girl opened her eyes, and the sky was about to break.

Poor people have to get up early to work and can't be lazy. When they got up, they were so sore that the girl almost fell.

Even more tired than working all day, I don't want to get up, but it's already dawn, so I have to fetch water in the morning.

Endured the pain and got up, the grandfather was still asleep, the girl quietly went out, grabbed the pole and carried the bucket to the old well in the village to fetch water.

It rained too much yesterday, and water was running everywhere along the road.

The water from the usually dry earth ditch is rustling, and it looks clear, but it is best not to drink it.

This kind of water is easy to get sick after eating, and only well water can be used. Although living by the lake must also drink well water on weekdays, the water in the lake is not as clean as a well.

The old well is located on the hillside, the square well on the top is used for people, and the pool below is for washing and feeding the animals.

After the rain, the well leveled and overflowed from the wellhead, which was especially cool.

When passing by the pond below, I noticed the slate used for washing clothes. The village has used this slate to wash clothes for many years. There are characters on it. can understand those words

She was completely stunned, she didn't understand, why did she know how to read?

Only the scholar master in the village can read and write.

Poor people can't study, even if they get rich, they can't study, it's against the rules.

The ancestors were scholars but they were in decline. No matter how poor they were, they still had the qualifications to read. The rich people were not accepted. Even if they went to private schools, they only learned to write and read.

The fisherman girl could not afford to study, her ancestors were not scholars, and she had never been to a private school in the village.

Take a second look, not only know but also read

In a trance, I remembered the dream last night, and the mysterious rusty scrap iron.

In fact, after waking up in the morning, I intentionally forgot what happened yesterday, and I didn’t plan to tell my grandfather. I wanted to bury everything and continue to fish as before. Toss, but backfired.

Somehow, the word fate came to mind.

Rubbing his temples, he walked to the slate to read carefully, not a tombstone.

The content should be ancient poetry, nothing special.

He stood by the well until the neighbors came to fetch water, then filled two wooden buckets with water silently, bent down and dived to go home.

The pole filled with water trembled and squeaked.

When I got home and entered the courtyard gate, I saw that there was still scrap iron against the wall outside the door.

Grandpa has already got up, said hello, brought water into the door and poured the water into the broken tank.

Next, cook with skillful fire, put the coarse grain porridge into the pot, put a wooden fork horizontally on it, put the broken bowl with small fish and crabs on the wooden fork stick, sprinkle with salt, and cover the wooden pot with a lid.

Then he squatted in front of the stove and stared at the flames in a daze.

It was a little dark in the room, the villagers got up earlier, and the sun didn't fully come out.

I can hear the sound of grandpa putting chickens, ducks and geese out in the yard, chickens go up the mountain to eat insects, ducks and goose go to the lake, repeating this kind of life every day.

Rub your forehead to keep yourself from thinking.

Time passes quickly.

After squatting on the stove with my grandfather, I rubbed my sore legs and got up to go out.

It rained yesterday so there was a lot of fog, the white clouds were rising, the east was getting brighter, and the first rays of the sun in the morning fell on the girl.

The girl who picked up the tools and prepared to work saw the sacred mountain at the end of the lake sky again.

The old man in the village said that it was a high mountain formed by a dragon, and there were all kinds of strange legends. Just yesterday, she witnessed the formation of the sacred mountain with her own eyes, and also remembered the beauty of the dragon girl and the deep dragon eyes.

Involuntarily cranky thoughts.

He stopped suddenly, staring blankly at the sky.

She saw that there were many strange things in the sky, she wanted to take a closer look but they disappeared. She thought it was an illusion and didn't care, but it was actually the soft essence of the morning sun.

The scrap iron placed against the wall at the entrance silently affected the essence of the sun, leading it to pour into the girl's nose and mouth.

Moisturizes things silently, and strengthens them silently.

The girl doesn't know.

Time flies.

I thought that my life would be changed because of that rusty knife, except for the sudden literacy and daily dreaming, there was no obvious change.

Fishing or repairing boats during the day, occasionally weeding vegetable fields, and cutting firewood in the mountains.

Day after day, busy and boring.

Slowly, the girl finally found that her strength became stronger, and she supported three men by herself.

His body responds faster, his ears and eyes are clear, and he used to have a poor hit rate with spearfishing. Now he can catch a fish as long as he sees it with his eyes. No carp or black fish can escape, and the experienced old fishermen in the village can't compare to him.

There is another oddity.

Since the storm that day, the grandfather and grandson have never had nightmares again, and they sleep very well at night.

Grandpa thought that the scrap iron was too sinking and moved, so he went to the blacksmith to melt the nails, and kept it against the wall outside the door. During the period, it rained a few times, and the rain splashed mud and made half of the scrap iron full. earth.

until one night.

The girl dreamed of Tianzhu Mountain again and appeared in the ice cave again.

When I wanted to see clearly, the dream suddenly receded, my eyes opened, and I heard the breathing of my grandfather and the sound of crickets in the corner of the room. Although I woke up from the dream, the picture was always in my mind.

After tossing and turning, he couldn't fall asleep, because he was afraid of waking up grandpa, so he put on his clothes and went outside.

The night was quiet and the moon was bright.

The moon is carried by the clouds, one in the sky, one in the calm lake, illuminating the quiet little fishing village.

"call"

He took a long breath, and a cool breath entered his throat.

The corners of his eyes glanced at the scrap iron against the wall inadvertently, he walked over and grabbed the handle of the knife, raised it, and instinctively rotated to pull a knife flower.

""

Action is natural.

The hands are grasped, the feet are staggered, and the sword is swung the same way countless times.

The weapon burst into the air and whimpered. After the knife fell, it stopped abruptly, and the girl remained motionless.

So familiar.

It's no surprise now.

Take a deep breath, slam the knife and attack continuously, domineering, the knife moves forward step by step, fierce, and the knife is deadly.

The clouds in the sky have already drifted into the distance, and the bright moon is surrounded by a circular moon halo.

In a quiet fishing village, in a small yard, the swordsmanship is getting faster and faster