“噬——”铜浇铁铸的墩台上搁置了一块刚刚去了杂的铁,炽热的红光还未褪去,仿若不安沉寂的灵魂。甘九将新铁从砧子上钎起,灼烫的颜色宛如狱火涌退,蜕成冰冷的金属色泽。这是一个风露味很重的巷子,如灵蛇盘踞,寄生攀附于此的商铺犹如星辰。铁匠铺不过跻身其中小小的一隅。铺子门上绞了个小巧的秤砣,上头模模糊糊刻着三个字,似是这个没有门匾的小店独特的招牌。 “Dead--” cast iron and cast a piece of iron that has just been dropped on the pier. The hot red light has not faded yet, like the restless soul. Gan Jiu brazed the new iron from the anvil, and the scorching color resembled that of the prison fire, and it turned into a cold metallic color. This is a very alleyway with a demeanor, such as the snakes, and the shops where parasitics are attached are like stars. Blacksmith shop can only be among the small ones. A small scale was twisted on the shop door, and three words were sculpted on top, which seemed to be a unique sign for the shop with no threshold.