Fireworks World

The world of retired soldier Qin Guan is half the sound of the battlefield and half the voice of Mu Shi. After removing his armor and returning home, he only had a few old military uniforms and half-life weather in his luggage. He used three copper coins to buy two pieces of cool rice cakes in the alley behind the Chenghuang Temple. The young man selling cakes had very long eyelashes, and his fingertips trembled slightly when he counted the money. Only later did he recognize—— It was eight years ago in the cold winter that he gave half a piece of dried meat to the little beggar and clumsily carved a wooden sign as a gift. So, the soy sauce stall was set up. Qin Guan braised pork, Mu Shi collected the money. One is silent and the other is shy and loves to laugh. The aroma of meat wafts across the bluestone road, and the days are filled with warmth as the pots and stoves simmer. Neighbors always love to join in the fun: Aunt Zhang gave a handful of green onions, Brother Wang carried half a bag of firewood, and Uncle Li squinted his eyes to taste: "The heat is here, this is it." Even the wild cats that always like to squat in corners have fixed fish bone feeding points. When the storm comes, they work together to protect the leaky roof; When the sun was shining brightly, Qin's mother sat in the courtyard, drying the bedding and chanting: "Add a spoonful of sugar to the sauce, Xiao Mu likes sweet things." Rumors did not defeat them, and floods could not disperse them. Qin Guan put the account books and wooden cards into the same box, and Mu Shi quietly added the word "Mu" next to "Qin Ji". The bluestone road remains the same, and the smoke rises on time. It turns out that the best thing in the world is that one person braises the meat and another person passes the bowl. The so-called quiet and good years mean that someone asks you whether the porridge is warm, and someone stands with you at dusk. "Qin Guan, is the rice cake sweet?" "Sweet." It's a little sweeter than the temperature when your fingertips brushed against my palm when you handed it over. Intention: It doesn't matter if you can't hear in your left ear, I am your world, let's build a home together. Reading tips:​ 1. A slow-burning daily routine, focusing on long-term companionship and growth. 2. Qin·Loyal dog·Disabled and retired·Several words and silence·Nian Shang·Guan 3. Two-way healing, the injury does not affect daily life, and there may be a part in raising cubs in the later stage. 4. As mentioned above, this is the first time the author is writing an article. He may review and revise it from time to time. Please forgive me for any imperfections. Intention: Create perfection in imperfection, and define belonging in wandering.