Chapter 112: The sky is windy

It's already spring in the south, and snow is blowing in Shuobei. The weather in Shuobei has always been cold, and it seems that only summer is a little warm all year round. The snow covered everything, and the curtains looked out. The fields on both sides of the road were covered with white snow. There were several hut houses standing in the distance, like children who lost their homes. There were few people on the road, and occasionally I could see a few farmers who picked firewood. They walked in the snow deep and shallowly, and their backs fell deeply. The world is silent, Mingyue came by horse carriage all the way, and only heard the sound of the car rolling, and the tuk tuk of the guard's horseshoe, the world of snow and snow was full of cleanliness.
There is a house with a soil wall in front. Two black wooden doors opened in the middle of the soil wall. The door is affixed with the door and the color is very bright. It can be seen that it was posted by Nian Guanxin. They stopped the carriage, and the guard Yun Xiao stepped off the horse and knocked on the door.
"Anyone? Borrow a bowl of water and have a rest!"
Mingyue got out of the carriage and turned around to hold Baoyu. Jade sister was wrapped in a scarlet cape, and a small white face was buried in the rabbit fur collar. She still had Situ Jin's spirit card in her hand, and when she came out of the carriage, the cold wind blew her face cold. She suddenly asked, "The wind is so strong, will my father be cold?"
Mingyue put her on the cart. "Then you go and help Dad add clothes."
Yujieer gave a good response, and got into the carriage holding the Ling card. When she came out, she had already wrapped her own little sister.
Someone in the room came out and opened the door. It was a woman with a round face, wearing a duck-blue cloth dumpling, and a flower apron tied around her waist. A dark-skinned man squatted on the dirt steps behind her, holding a cigarette in his hand, and spit out a few sleek gray smoke circles.
The woman greeted them diligently and entered the house. The door was a boxy courtyard, and a short shed was set up against the wall. The earth wall beside the shed collapsed, and looking out through the sloping wall hole, they could see the field of their house, covered with snow. snow.
"Come in and fire." The woman led them into the temple room. The house was bare, and a pit was dug in the middle to burn a small stove. A crescent table was placed against the wall, with many broken pots and messy grass stalks piled up beside it.
The woman dragged a few dark wooden benches under the table for them to sit on, and took out an old chair with a red paint from the back room and gave it to Mingyue. The hall was small, and more than a dozen big men came in, all at once. Several captains simply didn't go in, squatting at the door to talk to the smoking man.
"Where do you fight? Our place is poor, and no foreigner has been here for a long time." The woman asked.
Before Mingyue had time to answer the woman's words, the woman raised her head and shouted to the back room: "Boa! Boil hot pot water, roll some noodles!"
Someone answered in the back room.
Mingyue thanked him thankfully and embarrassed her holding her sister: "We came from the south and went back to Maguan to visit relatives. My master came out of Maguan."
The woman caught a glimpse of the tablet held in her sister's arms, and understood everything in her heart. She sighed for a while and said, "It's poorer than ours, it's not easy for your master." Sister Yu, "How old is the baby?"
"I'm four years old!" Sister Yu answered loudly.
Women have a natural closeness to their children, especially Jade's lovely looks. The woman has pity in her heart and pulls over the bench next to Mingyue to ask questions. Mingyue answered them one by one with a smile, and was telling family sayings that the boy named Baoer brought out noodles to share with everyone. I thought this place was so remote that I could only eat batter and the like, but I didn't expect it to be real white noodles.
"The sister-in-law had a good harvest last year," Yun Xiaowei laughed. "The only person we rested in front of was only crickets. They were as hard as iron, and my brothers' teeth were broken."
"Yeah, then I just stopped eating and left the bandits." The captain of the school talked beside him.
"No way, poor." The woman covered her mouth and laughed. "I do n’t know if you are rich or rich. We are cold in the north, and it ’s hard to grow Miao in the ground. We used to eat iron crickets in the family. flour."
"Are you crazy?" The captain turned his head and looked at the field outside the house. "I thought you were also growing wheat."
The man outside grinned gruffly, "Wheat can't make money."
The woman removed the dustpan hanging from the top beam and showed it to Mingyue. Inside are dried flowers, rusty red in color, with stamens curling like small clenched fists. There was a special scent near him. Mingyue sniffed and sniffed, and her eyes were startled.
Seeing Jade Yu also wanted to grab, the woman patted her hand gently, and deliberately stared at her face, "Waer is not allowed to touch."
Mingyue asked a school captain to take her sister Yu, and smiled: "It looks like ordinary flowers. Why is it more expensive than eating?"
"This flower is wonderful," the woman smiled. "Wash it into a pill, or just burn it like that, smell the scent, it's soothing all over the body, and it looks like a fairy. We can't afford it, city Master loves it here. "
"Master? Who are the masters of the county and the prefecture? Or the resident of the health service?" Mingyue asked.
"Hey, I can't explain this clearly. The old man is the old man," she pointed at the spirit card in Jade's arms with her chin and jaw. "Like your old man."
Mingyue and the school captain looked at each other and laughed again: "Listening to the bitch's tone, this flower was originally not planted."
"Yeah, a few years ago ..." The woman thought for a while, lowering her head, shouting at the man outside, "His father, have you stomped that year?" The man replied, womanishly, " Well, five years ago, a group of rivers and lakes came to the north and asked us to change people to madness. At the beginning, I didn't agree with them, saying that people can't sell money for madness. They gave each family five or two silvers, and they said they would send them every year. Everyone came to buy, everyone agreed. This is not true. Everyone comes down to collect it every year, it is the best price every year. Now I used to eat iron noodles and eat white noodles, and I used to eat white noodles to build new houses. . "
"Sister-in-law," Mingyue looked at the woman sadly. "You see that I have lost a new man here, and I need to raise Jade. I'm afraid it's not good for my sister to remarry, so I want to come out and do a living for myself. You spend this The children are so good to sell, can you tell me those rivers and lakes guests, I will plot him a few acres of land, and also plant this flower for them to collect. "
"It's not that the sister-in-law doesn't tell you. The sister-in-law doesn't know who they are. Every time they come back, they wear black clothes, and some wear masks. They look weird. They don't look serious. But when they come down every year, you do n’t know Look over the years, maybe you can meet them. "
"Okay, sister. Thank you."
Mingyue looked back at Captain Yun. The captain took out a handful of silver from her arms and shoved it into the woman's hand. "Don't see each other, we disturbed you. Keep it, buy something fun for your kid."
The woman refused at first, but she couldn't help but accepted it. Seeing that Mingyue was leaving, I couldn't keep it a few times, so I asked Baoer to pack up a bag of white flour and give it to them, forcing them to take it. She thanked Mingyue, went out to board the car, and the carriage gradually drifted away. Looking back, the woman stood in the snow for a while, then turned back into the house.
After leaving the village, the whole body became cold, and the curtains looked out, and the eyes were covered with snow-covered saplings, stretching the sky, like endlessness. If the sky is warm and the flowers are in full bloom, it will be the wild red, and the raging fire will destroy the dead land and burn it to the sky. How many such villages? How many officials in Shuobei are smoking bliss?
Mingyue's hand holding Che Weizi trembled, "Master Yun, don't go down the horse gate, and immediately detour back to Beijing."
Yun Xiaoyun immediately leaned down and said, "Mother, this is too slow. Let's go to the official post and let the postmaster pass the letter to the governor."
"No," Mingyue said flatly, "Master Yun, don't you understand yet? The factory guard claims that his family members Mi Yanhuan can't escape the eye, why did Huahua spend five years in Shuobei and the governor never heard it."
Yun Xiaowei's eyes slowly raised fear.
"That's right," Mingyue whispered softly, "Shuobei Big and Little Qianyuwei have all fallen."
A group of fans looked at each other, and the cold wind roared around, and if the demon approached, someone shivered, and his horse was uneasily stepping on the snow.
Mingyue clasped the spirit cards of Sister Yu and Situ Jin, and the spirit cards stood against her heart, as if there was a faint heat coming.
Ah Jin, would you bless me and Yuer, right?
Mingyue closed her eyes and ordered swiftly: "From now on, you can change horses and refit and return to Beijing quickly."

Shen Ye stayed in the palace for ten days without coming out. For days, there have been scouts coming from Liaodong to Ma Jingjing, all ashamed and shameless. He did not think that they were the victims from the northwest. Xia Houyi got a new newspaper today, which said that the front line was not good, and several times he almost let the Tuman enter the city. The court planned to move south to the north, but the state treasury was empty and the military expenditure was not enough. Shen Xunli disagreed and imposed taxes in Jiangnan, and half of the officials in the DPRK went on fire. If Zou Shu had a spitting star on her body, Shen Yan had been drowned in the palm print value room.
Xia Houyun wanted to go to the palace several times to see him, but on the one hand he thought he was angry on the other. The back of Xia Houyu was painful for several days, and he was not comfortable riding. At the beginning, blood was still drawn from the thatched cottage, and he couldn't wait to punch a few punches against the seeds of Shen's head. He's got an eye for it now, and he won't want to touch him again in the future.
But the most important thing is that Galan is still stumbling and can't open it. Recently, the underground gangsters of the Beijing Normal University were newly arrested to make fake household registrations. They colluded with the officials of the Ministry of Households to help the black households without household registrations to insert yellow books. Xia Hou rushed along with the vines and grabbed the list of fake household registration. He caught a lot of dark blue piles, but unfortunately there is still no news of seventeen.
In the setting sun, Xia Houyi was in a bad mood. He stepped back to his house on the orange sunlight, and threw the reins to Chang Sui. He passed the Xinghua Gate, walked at will, and walked to Shen Shen's study. He opened the door, and leaned against the door frame to look inside. The four-dimensional pattern of sunlight penetrating the pane was reflected on Shen Zhe's book case and ebony official hat and chair. The dust fluttered in that light like a small firefly. He remembered the appearance of Shen Yan sitting with his hair scattered and reading a book, his white cheeks, his quiet look, years flowing among them as if there was no end.
For no apparent reason, he suddenly wanted to see that bastard.
"Little sister!" Lianxiang beat the waist, and said, "Master sends out the letter, at the table, you remember to watch."
Xia Houyi responded, looked at the table case, and really pressed a piece of paper under the paperweight. I didn't write a few words on it, just said: "I passed through the Ganxi No. 4 Institute the next day, and the court was like a pear under the rain.
A sachet was placed next to Huajian, and Xia Houyi opened the sachet, which contained a few pear flowers. Bai Cancan's was beautiful. It ’s just that Xia Houzhen did n’t understand Shen Hao. He never had the habit of incense. Why give him this?
I always think that men are smoking incense.
"Little sister!" Lianxiang said outside the window. "Forgot to say, Master said you must write a reply to him."
"Okay, I see!" Xia Houyun replied.
Does this mean Hongyan Biography? The two guys are embarrassed to engage in these things. He touched the heavy flower paper with embossed veins. Xia Houyi felt helpless in the flowers.
Forget about it, I haven't seen him in ten days, just follow him.
Xia Houyi took out the pen and paper, and the pen tip hung in the air for a while and then dropped the pen. This matter is really difficult for him. He is used to the knife and usually does not have to think about fighting and chopping. He closes his eyes and knows what posture and strength to use. But he really can't write, especially writing letters, what should I write? What did you eat today? I ate a drawer of pork buns in the morning, and I ate braised pork hands and scallion cakes made of lotus fragrant at noon. But it's like writing the name of the dish. Why write it?
Xia Houyu thought for a long time while holding his cheeks, and wrote: Eat well, don't chop such a small bowl all day long, like a chicken pecking rice. A big man, at least three bowls for a meal.
After writing for a long time, it was inseparable from eating, and Xia Houzhen felt that it was impossible. He wrinkled the paper and threw it back, and changed a new one. This time Xia Houyi reported the pursuit of Garan again, and also talked about the recent demotion of the East Factory, but he reported to him the official document of the factory guard, and said in the letter that it was all it took.
I searched the intestines for a long time and I didn't know what to write. The room was getting dark, the sunset was moving quietly by hand, and the night was getting dark. The moonlight entered the room at an unknown time, and fell on his fingertips, as if touching the sinker.玦 Cold hands. Xiahou curled his hair and glanced at Shen Yan's sachet resting on the case. Quietly, a scent of fragrance drifted to the tip of his nose.
He propped his head with a smile and poked at the sachet, and finally raised the pen again, and the sloppy ink fell on the paper.
"Si Jun is so embarrassed, when will he return home?"
He dried the ink, laid the rice paper on the case, and held his face. Moonlight spilled on the paper, drawing his handwriting. This is the best word he has ever written.
The window rang loudly, and a long string of small pieces floated out in the wind. He suddenly remembered things from many years ago. The two cylinders in Qiuwu courtyard were dry, the sword light of Ganxi No. 4 Institute, and the wind in ten years seemed to be doomed. The invisible silk thread led them together. He put the sachet in his arms, blew out the candle, and stood up to go to the knife furnace to beat iron for a while. Zhao Ye is almost finished, casting her body with meteorite, she will be a peerless killer.
The moment he walked to the door, and his hand touched the door panel, his legs suddenly became soft. He almost knelt down, barely supporting the door to stand, but his calf couldn't help it anymore, and the section became soft. Mud, gradually losing consciousness. He didn't know what was going on, and tremblingly walked back, all the way back to Duo Luo Ge and the table and chair back to Luo Han's bed, lying down hard.
The numbness feels like a thin snake swimming in the body, and it quickly spreads on the arms. A warm liquid drips down from the face, drips on the pillow, cannot be seen clearly in the dark, and only the stains child. He gradually understood that the original July and a half were not good, and Shen Fang's formula did not work. It just lurked like a snake. Now it came out, and took a bite at him, which caught him off guard.
He wanted to call Lianxiang, and all his mouth was blood, speechless.
Put out a hand to spend a few vases, too far to reach. He swallowed the blood in pain, his throat smelling of rusty sweetness. The night was quiet. He listened to Lingyu Dingding's ringing jade and slowly returned to Shener. Is he about to die? But he still has a lot of things to do. Seventeen hasn't been found, and he doesn't know where he is tired. The letter he wrote to Shen Zheng is still on the case. However, there was no other way. He was over. There was a hunch in his heart. Darkness approached from all directions silently. The retribution to pay for his sin finally came tonight.
There was no fear in my heart, just some regrets. If you make evil, you will be killed. He knew that he should have been damned long ago. After fleeing for so long, God finally woke up and sent impermanence to collect him. He turned his head and looked at the moon outside Linghua's window. The round round hung on the treetop and looked at him quietly.
So reluctant ...
He thought why Shen Yun liked him? He thought for a long time and couldn't figure it out. He wanted to take a moment to ask, but unfortunately he never had a chance. To what extent can that fool fool his eyes? But it's so good, he thought, being liked by Shen Yan like this is the best thing he has ever encountered in his life.
He stretched out his hand, a touch of Yuehui hooked at his fingertips, like holding the thoughts of Shen Ye coming from the wind. There was a faint sorrow in his heart and a deep nostalgia. Dark clouds floated, Yue Hui quietly pulled away from the fingers, his hands fell from the air, sinking to the side of the couch.
In the quiet night breeze, only ringing jade bells and ding dings left.