He knocked on that door, but no one answered.
The layer of dust on the steps was stepped on by himself after taking half a step back.
On the way back, Grass was covered with dew.
It was not bright yet, both ends of the road were gray, and the cool air went up along the soles of my shoes.
The dew vapor clung to Earth Flow and hit my face, making it feel cold.
The soil on the soles of the boots is still wet, and when you step on it, a dark circle will appear in the marks.
The grass on the roadside is pressed against the dew, and the tips of the leaves are falling downward, falling again and again.
Grass was bent by the dew, and when touched, the dew rolled down.
A group of pack packs came up from behind, and the creaking of the axles was louder than the human voice.
He leaned to the side of the road, let the pack go half way, and then merged back onto the road.
The pack racks of the pack pack were tied tightly, and the ropes were pulled into the pack bags, creating a deep trench. The pack men grunted as they changed shoulders, and no one looked at each other. The only sound left on the road was the sound of axles. The wind coming from the other side of the road swept the dew off the leaves, and dark spots spread on the soil. He followed the pack pack for half a mile, with the card in his arms pressed against his chest, and pressed it with his fingers through a layer of cloth, pressed it firmly, and released it.
The card was not taken out.
The sound of the axle slowed down, and the pack turned onto the side road.
Only the sound of footsteps was left on the road again.
The layer of soil on the shoe shell has dried and cracked into a fine line.
There were no other pedestrians on the way back, only the grass on the roadside was receding one after another.
At the fork in the road, three people stood in the middle of the road.
In one station, two stood separately on the edge of the road.
The same boots were worn on the feet of three people, and the uppers of the boots were rubbed with the same kind of soil.
The knives of all three people are on the left side of their waists, and the sheaths are all facing backward.
None of the three people looked at his face, their eyes stopped on him Forehead Protector for a moment and moved away.
It's not heavy at first glance, and it's just like weighing something when it falls.
The one in the middle of the station swept the load of the pack once, and after sweeping it, it fell on him.
When I landed, my left foot was off by half a minute.
The leaf on Forehead Protector swayed with the steps and then stuck back to the forehead.
The two people on the edge of the road changed their feet and put their hands on the scabbards.
"What are you testing?"
The man among them didn't answer immediately.
The man was more than a head taller than him. He stood in the middle of the road and blocked half of the road.
The wind lifted up a layer of soil on the road and rolled it against the ground, and the grass slowly straightened up again.
The knife was unhooked from the waist with the sheath, and the sheath head flattened the grass in the middle of the road. After it was flattened, he opened his mouth.
The grass made a mark on the sheath head, which was deeper than the grass next to it.
"What is tested is not the goods, but the people."
The way this rule applies to people is that they don't look at their faces or the goods they are carrying. They only recognize the leaf on Forehead Protector from beginning to end, and the same goes for the two on the edge of the road. When their eyes fall over, they look back once they fall. No one makes a sound on the road, only the axle of the axle is still ringing in the distance.
"The test is over."
There was not a single word in the answer.
The knife was unsheathed.
The blade of the knife picked up a corner of the bag and moved it against the edge of the hemp rope. The crack opened first.
The bag was tied with three hemp ropes, the knots were tied on the side of the handlebars, and the ropes were not broken.
Millet leaked from the cracks and fell to the soil in a rustling manner.
No one spoke amidst the sound of grains falling to the ground.
The grain that leaked out spread out into a small piece, yellow, mixed with the earth color.
The millet flows smoothly and it can be seen that it has been thoroughly dried.
The salesman knelt down and hugged the bag, his hands shaking so much that he couldn't hold it.
He picked up a handful, and another handful slipped through his fingers.
The millet leaked on the soil is mixed with the color of earth, and the yellow color is almost invisible.
If two handfuls are missing, the person will stop holding them and both arms will be completely pressed against the bag.
The salesman yelled half a word, but the wind swallowed it back.
The grain was still leaking, and eventually only a few grains remained, which fell on the shaft of the cart and bounced off.
The scabbards of the three people were ground in the same position, and the depth was the same.
The wear marks are polished until they shine.
The rope on the handle of the knife was frayed.
His hand reached the sheath opening first and grasped the handle of the knife.
I held it and didn't pull it out immediately.
The man held the knife and walked around the shaft of the cart towards the peddler.
It's not far from Daoxin to the car.
The knife was handed over first.
The knife comes faster than the wind.
He turned sideways, knocked the back of the knife against the incoming knife, and knocked it open.
The two knives collided, causing the tiger's mouth to go numb.
After the tiger's mouth was numb for a while, the strength in his hands returned.
The salesman asked him to push him to the side of the road, and turned his back to block the car.
The small stretch of road in front of the car was occupied by two people.
The back of the knife sank downwards, and the sole of the foot caught it, pushing it back.
The second time, he stopped.
The blade was turned up, turned into the back of the knife, and pressed against the man's shoulder.
The man didn't move.
A white mark was pressed on the shoulder socket, but the person still didn't move.
The man's breathing was long, pressed, and not chaotic.
The knife was withdrawn from the shoulder and moved to the sheath, stopping at half an inch.
Didn't push it in.
The tip of the knife is facing the mouth of the sheath, stopping.
This half inch stops very firmly.
The man's eyes fell on this half-inch and did not move again.
The knife rested on the sheath for a while, and the sun moved to the other side of the slope, and the road was still this way.
The soil on the slope turned white in the sun.
The man got closer and raised his Forehead Protector with the tip of the knife.
Forehead Protector raised half of the blade with the tip of the knife, and the entire leaf on the forehead was exposed.
Forehead Protector's face underneath was just exposed.
He raised his hand and took the blow forcefully.
The force on the blade pressed down along the forearm, and half of the shoe print was dug into the soil under the sole of the foot.
There was a cut on the side of his forehead, and blood came down to his chin.
The blood is hot, but it cools down quickly when the wind passes by.
Blood hung on the tip of his chin and dripped on his collar.
Spread a little on the neckline and darken the color.
The gash was not deep, but the blood flowed non-stop.
The blood beads were allowed to dry for a layer, and then a new layer covered them.
The salesman huddled behind the car, hugging his bag and making no sound.
The flag on the side of the road is still up, and on the flag is the verification talisman Sunagakure.
The flag did not move, and the people under the flag stopped.
The camel carrying the load was tied under the flagpole, and the camel was also resting.
On the other side of the road, a traveler reined in his camel.
Sitting on the leading camel in the pack is Temari.
She didn't come over, the reins were in her hands.
There was a small bell hanging on the reins, but it didn't ring.
The camel snorted and scratched the soil with his hooves.
The stack of goods carried on the camel's back swayed with a snort, but the rope buckle was not loosened.
"Sunagakure, on the way to the knife, sign up first."
The words fell on the road and were directed at the three people blocking the road.
The knife in the man's hand stopped.
The tip of the knife was withdrawn from Forehead Protector and hung halfway.
The blood was still going down along the opening, moving slowly.
The three men put away their knives and put their knives back into their sheaths.
The two on the edge of the road retreated first, then retreated into the forked road.
The grass at the fork in the road caused them to step down twice.
The grass that was stepped on slowly bounced up, but it didn't bounce straight.
Temari raised his hand on the camel, raised it to his shoulder, and pressed on their backs.
After pressing, she reined in the reins, turned the camel's head, and the pack team continued to move forward.
The camel bell went farther away and was mixed with the sound of the axle.
The salesman didn't dare to stay any longer, so he drove off with his cart, which made a crooked track in the soil.
After going out of the rut for a while, it was straightened again by the wheels.
The car went far away, and the rut marks were slowly faded by the wind.
The one among them walked last.
After walking a while, the man stopped and turned his back to the road.
"The goods have been inspected. The person who recognizes the identity is not here."
The words were left behind, the person entered a fork in the road, and the sound of footsteps did not come back.
The cut on the side of the forehead has dried up and formed a scab.
The scab is dark, the same color as soil.
Forehead Protector Press back to the original position and press the scab.
Take a step forward and pull away the scab, but the hole underneath is still new.
The sentence in the fork in the road is still behind me, and there is no second sentence to pick it up.
The dust on the road was so solid that the wind could not lift it.
Ahead was the town, and the smoke was already rising.
The smoke was floating against the row of roofs at the entrance of the town. It was obvious that it was stove smoke and nothing else.
The soil under your feet becomes harder and harder every step of the way, and once you enter the town, it turns to stone slabs.
Keep walking.