射雕

A northerly wind was blowing fierce as they left the inn. The boy shivered. “My sincerest gratitude. Farewell.”

出得店来，朔风扑面。那少年似觉寒冷，缩了缩头颈，说道：“叨扰了，再见罢。”

But Guo Jing could not stand to see the boy head into such a cold night wearing such scant clothing. He placed his black sable coat on the boy’s shoulders. “Brother, I feel as if I’ve known you my whole life. Take this against the wind.”

郭靖见他衣衫单薄，心下不忍，当下脱下貂裘，披在他身上，说道：“兄弟，你我一见如故，请把这件衣服穿了去。”

He slipped two ingots of gold into one of the pockets, leaving himself two more for his journey. The boy left without even saying thank you, and began to trudge against the weather, before turning around for one last look.

他身边尚剩下四锭黄金，取出两锭，放在貂裘的袋中。那少年也不道谢，披了貂裘，飘然而去。那少年走出数十步，回过头来。

Guo Jing was standing beside his bridled horse, watching him. The young man waved and Guo Jing ran over to him. “Does my brother need anything?”

见郭靖手牵着红马，站在长街上兀自望着自己，呆呆出神，知他舍不得就此分别，向他招了招手。郭靖快步过去，道：“贤弟可还缺少甚么？”

“I didn’t ask you your name,” he said and smiled. “Yes, we forgot. My family name is Guo, my given name Jing, meaning Serenity. And you?” “My family name is Huang, my given name Rong, meaning Lotus.”

那少年微微一笑，道：“还没请教兄长高姓大名。”郭靖笑道：”真是的，这倒忘了。我姓郭名靖。兄弟你呢？”那少年道：“我姓黄，单名一个蓉字。”