Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Another day passed.

Heavy snow fell, smoothing the texture of the terraces, turning the overlapping curves into round white waves, and the frozen waves surged towards the sky. The pine forest was covered with ice armor, and the needles held up the jade. When the wind passed, the broken jade fell off, revealing the dark green background, like a white space dripping with ink.

The dark artillery tower in the distance looks like a pile of dirty dog ​​shit in the snowy field, adding an indelible ink mark to the beautiful picture.

The weather was getting colder and colder. Xu San finally finished dealing with the trivial matters and drove his beloved motorcycle to Lin County.

Today is the Little New Year, and long firecrackers are hung on the baskets of the city gates.

We arrived a little early and the city gates were not open yet, but there were already a lot of vendors and fellow villagers who came to the market crowded at the entrance.

After a little inquiry, they found out that the firecrackers were sponsored by Hua, a wealthy man in the county.

Shopkeeper Hua is very beautiful, kind and generous, and has a good reputation.

After waiting for a while, the city gate was finally opened, but the villagers did not rush into the city. Instead, they all focused their attention on the long firecrackers.

This string of firecrackers is more than ten meters long and bright red. It looks particularly dazzling in the snow, like a touch of warm color in winter.

Shopkeeper Hua stood at the side of the city gate, looking at everyone with a smile.

She was wearing a red cotton robe, a velvet hat, and had a gentle smile on her face, making people feel particularly friendly.

Xu San also squeezed to the front of the crowd, raised his head, and looked at Sister Hua affectionately.

At the same time, Sister Hua on the city wall seemed to have noticed something.

Then she turned around and looked, and immediately saw Xu San.

Eyes facing each other.

Xu San's motorcycle turned off and sat silently in the snow like a black iron beast.

The noise of the crowd seemed to be blurred at this moment, and the only thing left in his eyes was the bright red on the city wall.

The wind blew the fine snow foam onto his face, which was a little cold, but at this moment, his chest felt as hot as if there was a piece of red-hot charcoal in his chest. Sister Hua's smile did not change, but in that gentle smile, there seemed to be something deeper.

Through a distance of more than ten meters and the falling snow, her eyes accurately captured him, just like a bird returning to its nest identifying a branch.

The curve of her mouth deepened and a barely perceptible light flashed across her eyes, like a fish suddenly leaping out from under a frozen lake, lively and real.

She tilted her head slightly, and the white fluff on the edge of her flannel hat trembled slightly, as if silently asking, "You're here?"

Sister Hua wanted to find Xu San and tell him about her longing for him over the past few months.

But at this moment, Xiao Linzi, who was wearing a sheepskin waistcoat, squeezed up to Sister Hua, holding a smoking incense stick in his hand, with a flattering smile on his face: "Shopkeeper Hua, the auspicious time has come, would you like some?"

"Come on!" Sister Hua said casually, then turned and walked out of the city gate.

Xiao Linzi scratched his head, then watched Sister Hua throw herself into Xu San's arms as soon as she came downstairs.

Xu San gently stroked Sister Hua's hair and said softly, "I'm back."

"Yes!" Sister Hua agreed softly, and then left Xu San's arms, "Wait, the gun hasn't been lit yet."

Xu San looked at the fuse of the firecrackers not far away and said, "Leave it to me."

As he spoke, he pulled out a box gun from his waist and fired a shot.

"Bah!"

After the gunshot, the bullet fired from the box gun accurately hit the fuse.

“Crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle——!!!”

The more than ten-meter-long firecrackers suddenly came to life!
Scarlet confetti wrapped in thick smoke shot in all directions like a volcanic eruption!
The snow-white ground was instantly stained with a layer of jumping, hot scarlet debris.

The deafening roar came down like a tidal wave, drowning out the voices of people and the sound of the wind, and even the ground beneath our feet was shaking slightly. (End of this chapter)