On a sunny afternoon, the air carried a faint sadness. Cicadas were singing leisurely, and caterpillars were quietly eating grass.\A little boy ran crying to the watermelon field, and an old man sat under a grass hut by the roadside in front of a pile of watermelons, lost in thought. "Grandpa, it broke again, we have to get a new one…" The old man said nothing. "Grandpa, I don't want to practice anymore!" The old man said nothing, pulled the boy to sit beside him. After a while, he said, "Child, grandpa wants to tell you a story." At this moment, the cicadas stopped singing, and the caterpillars lifted their heads to look over…\The fields were sunny, the wind was light, and the clouds were sparse. But the boy felt a chill all over, and his vision darkened more and more… The old man stared at the pile of watermelons, his sight gradually blurred…\A knife, what kind of knife is it?\A knife, what kind of knife is it!\A sword, what kind of sword is it?\A sword, what kind of sword is it!\Under the dim sky, at the inn in the north of the city, there were all sorts of people: A, B, C, D. A: “Waiter! Four people!” Waiter: “Four people? Please go upstairs!” B: “Boss, isn't this inappropriate?” C: “Boss! It's so hot outside!” The four hesitated for a moment. Seeing that the first floor was full, they had no choice but to go upstairs. As expected, the first floor was full, but the upstairs had no one. The four sighed, 'Since ancient times, masters emerge from the second floor!' Fortunately, there was no one else, they secretly rejoiced, and swaggered over to the left, near the window. A: “Waiter! A plate of signature dishes, plus a portion of peanuts!”…\Under the grass hut, “Grandpa, grandpa, someone wants to buy watermelons! Buy them!” The old man: “Shut up! Don't push me!”\Halfway through serving the dishes, a big man came down the stairs and swaggered to the right near the window: “Waiter! Signature dishes, plus a portion of peanuts!” Waiter: “Sir, unfortunately, our last portion of peanuts has already been ordered by those four over there!” Saying this, he looked over here. Big man: “I want this dish!” The four exchanged glances. B: “Boss! Isn't this inappropriate?” C: “Boss, the wind is picking up outside!” A drew the treasured knife at his waist. A knife, what kind of knife is it? A kitchen knife for cutting vegetables and slaughtering pigs. He swung it casually, slicing the nearby stool in half: “May I ask which hero you are!” The big man said nothing, drew the treasured knife at his waist. A knife, what kind of knife is it? A golden ring blade. He swung it casually, slicing the nearby stool into three pieces. The four exchanged glances for a moment, A: “We, we didn't order the peanuts.”Halfway up the stairs, a young gentleman came up the stairs, clearly a master, swaggering down the stairs: waiter! Signature dish, plus a serving of peanuts! Waiter: "Bad luck, sir, someone has already ordered our last peanuts!" After speaking, he looked over at the big man. Young master: "I'm going to order this dish!" The four exchanged a guilty glance for a moment. B: "Boss!" This isn't appropriate! "C: "Boss!" It's cloudy outside! "A pointed at the big man: "We... we didn't order peanuts!" "Da Han gripped his treasure tightly and waved it, chopping another stool beside him in three with a crack: "May I ask, which hero are you?" "The young master said nothing and pulled out the treasured sword at his waist." What kind of sword is it? Bloodthirsty Ice Moon Sword. With a casual wave, he chopped the nearby stool in half. The burly man was silent for a moment: "I—I didn't order peanuts!" "The dish was served halfway through...\under the grass hut," "Grandpa!" Grandpa! They took the melon! They took it! "Old man: "Enough!" Don't push me! Halfway through the dishes, a young girl walked up the stairs, like fish sinking and wild geese falling, willows swaying in the breeze as she walked to the center seat and sat down. The girl frowned at the river of six mouths flowing on the ground: "Waiter, please have the signature dish, plus a serving of peanuts. And I'll also wipe your floor." Waiter: "Sorry, sir, our last serving of peanuts has already been ordered!" After saying that, she looked at the young master. The four of them exchanged a guilty glance for a moment. B: "Boss, this really isn't appropriate!" "C: "Boss, it's thundering outside!" Let's go home and collect the clothes! "Under the grass hut," "Grandpa!" Grandpa! ..."The old man: "Enough!" "
Jia pointed at the young master: "We don't have any!" The young master gripped his sword tightly and chopped another stool beside him into quarters: "May I ask, which hero are you?" The girl sighed softly and pulled something from her waist. A bolt of lightning tore through the sky, instantly bringing wind and rain, lightning and thunder, flying sand and stones, and rivers flowing backward. Because of the angle, only Jia saw it—it was a sword. What kind of sword is it? A sword that was invisible, transparent, and glass-like. The lightning illuminated the blade, refracting dazzling golden light just enough for Jia to see. The sword was pure and flawless, like the joyful times of running along the watermelon field as a child. The soft moan when the blade was drawn was like the faint helplessness hidden by life's coverage; instantly, tears streamed down Jia's face. Young master: "I ordered this dish!""Suddenly, the sword disappeared. The girl waved her hand, the sword didn't strike, but the surging sword energy had already arrived. The young man 'flyingly' tumbled down the stairs. 'Speak! Who else!' The four exchanged glances for a moment and simultaneously pointed to the burly man. With a wave of her hand, the man 'flew' out the window. 'Speak! Who else!' They looked at each other again; A was about to speak. Finally, D spoke: 'Brother, what are you afraid of? Fight her!' Another wave of her hand, another surge of sword energy, and the four who hadn't had time to regret it 'flew' out the window just like that…\ After the storm had passed, A opened his eyes to see a verdant watermelon field…\ In front of the watermelon field, under a grass hut, the old man was already in tears, emotionally overwhelmed, gazing at the sky with a long sigh: 'Ah! Youth, so cruel!!!' Then he took out the butcher's knife and chopped a pile of watermelons to pieces with a 'crack, crack, crack.' After hearing the story, the boy saw the day break again. Looking at the blood flowing on the ground, he understood his grandfather's painstaking effort. He thought of the neighboring Gao family's little sister, who liked using glass to cut watermelons. Thus began a tale of romance and lingering emotions…"
