C7 One Smile Zhan Shu Rong

The clouds bring the rain and the cold wind,

The geese wanted to go south.

The bamboo hat loosened.

The grass and trees had already grown.

Saber and sword sounds entered the night.

Madam Si's bedroom was empty.

The martial arts world was nothing more than a matter of love and hatred.

The scenery was no longer glorious.

Who would submit to a grudge?

In the dream of the Emotion Silk,

However, with a smile on his face, Zhan Shu Rong was able to relax.

Today was a day worth celebrating, because the third young lady of Dugu family, Dugu Xiu, was engaged to the second young master of Nalan family, Nalan Kang. Before the rooster could finish barking three times, the street was already filled with people, all of them onlookers.

Because the congratulatory gift prepared by the Nalan family for the eldest young master last time had a length of half a city, from dawn to noon, the gift was finally delivered.

Moreover, they had specially invited artistes who were singing a big show, walking on high heels, and pretending to be Bodhisattva to come and congratulate them. This kind of joyous occasion was not common, but this year, it had been held twice in a row!

The people who did not make it last time also woke up early in the morning this time and surrounded them.

Xiao Nanfeng woke up early in the morning and put on the new clothes that his sister-in-law made for him. He happily accompanied Old Ma to push the cart.

He did not dislike the smell of septic tanks like he did in the past, nor did he drink. He even started to sit in the cart and smoke in Old Ma's hand gestures. He seemed to have another kind of hope for life!

Hope. Life needs hope. Only by having hope can one live firmly.

Now Xiao Nanfeng had hope again. It was not to become famous or wealthy, but to treat Old Ma and his family as family and live peacefully for the rest of his life.

There would always be a period of time when this city would be immersed in darkness. This period of time every day was also the quietest time in the city, but there would always be a group of people. When people were still snoring, they would get up and start a day of busy work.

Old Ma was one of these people. Now, Xiao Nanfeng had also successfully joined this group. They got up early and got up late. Not only did they want to kill time, but they also wanted to get a lot of fun from work.

Every day when the sky was bright, Old Ma would wake Xiao Nanfeng up. They needed to carry water and chop firewood. They had to do all the heavy work before they dared to go out.

Getting up early every day had become Xiao Nanfeng's biggest habit in the past twenty years. In the past, he would get up early. Now, he could finally get up with the rooster.

Today, however, they felt that they got up late, because after their scooter left the house, it was impossible to move half a step, because there were people everywhere on the road.

For Old Ma, who had been unable to work for a day, this was not good news. If he could not work, then he would not be able to get a salary, which also meant that he would be in danger of not being able to eat. He knocked on the pipe and sighed. "Feng, he said. Looks like we won't be able to get any gold today. Then let's rest for a day!"

Ordinary people naturally had some fun in their lives. They would not call manure manure, but gold. Then, a bucket of feces would no longer be a bucket of feces. Instead, it was a golden house. A wooden cart was not just a wooden cart used to transport manure. It was also called a golden cart.

Xiao Nanfeng was not a weather-beaten Old Ma. He was still a young man, a young man who barely made money with his hands. So he still did not completely associate life with money. When he heard the news, he happily pushed the Golden Chariot back and ran to the street like a child.

"What kind of good day is today? Why is it so lively?" Xiao Nanfeng curiously asked the uncle beside him.

The uncle smiled and said, "Hey! One look and I can tell that you are not a local. Such a festive occasion. We already knew about it a month ago. Let me tell you! The second son of the richest man in Gusu City, Old Master Nalan, is engaged!"

Hearing Old Master Nalan's name, it seemed to rekindle Xiao Nanfeng's memories of the past. Nalan Yan, the good friend who once shared the same interests with him, where was he now?

In fact, Xiao Nanfeng did not kill Murong Ke because of a pot of wine, but because of a single sentence. Because of that woman. One sentence: "It was Murong Ke who killed Nalan Yan!"

It was this sentence that completely changed Xiao Nanfeng's life and the history of the Mu Rong family.

Everything was in the past. However, it seemed like Nalan Yan had never come back. After he was invited by Murong Ke, he never came back. Xiao Nanfeng had also gone to the tavern they were familiar with and searched every house, but there was still no trace of him.

They couldn't find him. The only thing he could think of was revenge. Not only for Dugu Ming's pot of wine, but also for his good friend.

Time passed. In the blink of an eye. The second young master of Nalan family, Nalan Kang's younger brother was also getting married!

Logically speaking, as the elder brother, he should congratulate him. After all, back then, his relationship with Nalan Yan was so good that they were as close as brothers!

However, he couldn't, because he was no longer the illustrious Cangsong Blade Master. He was just a septic worker, Feng!

He only had money for one meal. He couldn't possibly give those worthless septic tanks to Nalan family as dowry!

"Oh, then which family does this young master Nalan marry from?" Xiao Nanfeng smiled bitterly and returned to his senses. He continued to ask.

Unexpectedly, the uncle had already unknowingly walked far away with the crowd. He could only laugh bitterly and shake his head bitterly.

"It's the third miss of Dugu family, Dugu Xiu!" A delicate and cold voice rang in Xiao Nanfeng's ears. He could not help but shiver and turn around to look.

The wind was blowing. The bone-piercing cold wind was like sharp blades that pierced people's faces. No matter how cold the day was, no one cared about it today. They were all fighting to block in front of others, afraid that if they weren't careful, they would miss the wonderful performance.

It was Dugu Ming's voice, the voice that could not be more familiar.

Xiao Nanfeng suddenly turned his head, but the person in front of him did not seem to be Dugu Ming.

This was also a woman, a woman with a veil covering her face.

This woman deliberately covered herself in a black veil, but it could still be seen from the gaps of the sunlight. Her stomach was slightly protruding.

If it wasn't for the fact that she had eaten too much, a woman with a slightly protruding belly. . . Then there was only one reason, and that was that she was pregnant.

Such a refined woman must definitely not be a greedy person. Then, in a few months, she will become a mother.

A mother is the greatest person in this world, they bring new lives to this world and change this world.

His eyes gradually became sharp. He seemed to have found the feeling of the past again. He stared at the woman in front of him without moving. He wanted to ask something, but he did not know where to start.

He was just a septic worker. He was not worth introducing himself to. He was afraid that others would ask him if he asked someone else.

"Do you want to know where Nalan Yan is?" The woman only said one sentence before she disappeared into the crowd without looking back. Xiao Nanfeng suddenly felt that this woman seemed to know a lot of things. At least she knew about his relationship with Nalan Yan.

Her footsteps were very fast. This woman's Light-body Technique was not ordinary. Even though she was pregnant, her steps were not sloppy or hesitant. Fortunately, Xiao Nanfeng's calves had been slowly healed after three full meals a day. He even recovered the vigorous movement technique he had when he first stepped into the martial arts world.

Ye Luo flew. The early spring morning was not as warm as people had imagined. There was even a slight chill left behind by the winter.

The woman's black hair danced in the wind, emitting waves of fragrance. It was the fragrance of the Laba Plum. Such a scent was extremely familiar. However, this woman was indeed not the cold beauty who plucked the strings under the Laba Plum Tree the other day.

Xiao Nanfeng panted and asked slowly, "You, who exactly are you? Also, how did you know that Nalan Yan and I. . . " Before he could finish his words, the woman had already interrupted him.

She had her back to Xiao Nanfeng. She said lightly, "You don't need to know who I am. I just want to tell you one thing. Nalan Yan is not dead yet!"

A thunderous sound rang in Xiao Nanfeng's mind. He held onto the tree trunk beside him, feeling dizzy. He slowly stood up and asked, "Where, where is he now? How is he? "

The woman did not speak for a long time. There seemed to be a trace of tears in the corner of her eyes, but Xiao Nanfeng could not see the tears. "He is in Dugu family!"

After saying that, the woman had already disappeared into the woods. Xiao Nanfeng seemed to have not recovered yet. Nalan Yan was not dead yet! And he was still in Dugu family?

Then why did Dugu Ming want him to go to Murong family to take revenge for Nalan Yan? Could it be that Dugu Ming didn't know Nalan Yan was at her house?

A series of questions lingered in Xiao Nanfeng's mind. He could not figure out any of them, but now that he had a clue, he would not just sit there and wait for death.

It was Old Ma who taught him how to change his fate. Your life could be ordinary, but you must make yourself satisfied. Otherwise, you will have to fight for it.

Only by fighting for it will you be able to make a person who initially lived at the bottom of society change his fate.

There seemed to be no other color between heaven and earth, only darkness.

The endless darkness enveloped the entire pine forest in its arms. It was mysterious, it was wooden, it did not smile or smile at the world, but it could also see through everyone's thoughts.

Only in the darkness of the night would people think about their thoughts. There were some who tossed and turned, unable to sleep, some who went to Carouse, and at this moment, Xiao Nanfeng was silently sitting on a limestone slab beside the flowing water, deep in thought.

No one could understand his complex emotions at this moment. Perhaps even he himself was unable to give himself an answer that was enough for him to sleep in peace.

The figure in the pine forest gradually disappeared into the distance, but the sound of the gurgling stream still did not stop. The woman's voice kept circling in Xiao Nanfeng's mind, and unknowingly, his footsteps had already landed on the street.

He came to the winery again, the place where he sold his saber, here. He sold his twenty year dream in exchange for a jar of wine, and it was also here that he began his new life.

Laughter could be heard without end. This was a young man's story. Only in this place, under the influence of alcohol, would a young man's story occur.

With a bang, the wine bowl shattered to the ground. A big man held a wine pot in his hand and swayed it unsteadily to Xiao Nanfeng. In front of him, "Yo? Isn't this our Songdao customer? What's wrong? Is there something else you want to exchange for wine? "

The dozen or so young men at the side laughed loudly. Xiao Nanfeng looked at the wine jug in his hand, and a wave of wine fragrance assaulted his face. He licked his cracked lips and shook his head.

The burly man picked up an empty bowl and poured a bowl of wine from the wine pot in his hand. He said with a smile, "Then, this bowl is a gift from my family. No money! Drink it! " Drink it, young man. Drink it. After drinking the first bowl, you will think of a second bowl. With the second bowl, the third, fourth, and sixth bowls will be served soon.

Xiao Nanfeng's Adam's apple was rolling, and his saliva was flying up and down in his mouth. It kept secreting out, and he kept swallowing it back. He wished he could snatch the wine pot from the burly man's hand and drink it to his heart's content. But he did not have it. He did not have the money.

It wasn't that he didn't drink because he didn't have the money. It was because he couldn't drink, so he didn't bring money. He knew that once he opened his mouth, it would be hard to turn back. In the end, he still shook his head.

The big man's expression suddenly became somewhat strange. He looked up and down at Xiao Nanfeng and found that this person seemed to have changed. That's right, he had really changed. He had become mature.

No one laughed at Xiao Nanfeng anymore. Everyone looked at the drunkard in surprise as he walked past them. When everyone's smiles froze, the corner of Xiao Nanfeng's mouth was slightly raised. He was proud of himself. That's right, if a person could defeat his original self, that would be something to be proud of.

During dinner, Old Ma kept stuffing food into his bowl, but his mind was thinking about something else. Half of his nose was buried deep into the rice bowl, but he did not eat even half a mouthful of rice. Old Ma seemed to have seen through his thoughts. "What is it? Want to drink?"

Xiao Nanfeng came back to his senses and shook his head with a smile. "Wine is a good thing, but I don't want to drink anymore!"

"Since you think it is a good thing, why don't you drink more?" Old Ma asked in confusion.

Xiao Nanfeng took two bites of the food and stuttered. "Because. . . Because in order to drink, I seemed to have lost my most important thing!"

Old Ma smiled and asked, "Oh? What is your most important thing?"

What was the most important thing in a person's life? Xiao Nanfeng suddenly fell into confusion. Could it really be the knife he lost? Or was it the peaceful life he was living right now?

It was time to put it down. No matter how much trouble there is outside, you can leave it here. Isn't this life the most important?

Yes, this kind of life is the kind of life that a person should enjoy. Every day, he would fetch water and chop firewood to transport feces.

Although these things were more difficult, compared to the past, they were not worth mentioning.

Xiao Nanfeng suddenly realized that his knife technique was very effective in chopping firewood. He had once mocked himself and thought of completely changing his profession. He might also have a bright future if he became a butcher or a chef who cooked a spoon.

Of course, the current him did not want to change everything in front of him. He just wanted to enjoy everything. Family love, silence, sweat, and peace.

The most painful thing for everyone was the instability of their lives. If you never knew where to spend the night and how to settle your next meal, then your life would be very unstable.

Xiao Nanfeng was living a very stable life now. At least, he slept on the same bed every day and ate with the same pair of chopsticks every day.