Chapter 23: Paint night

When Chen’s old man fell to the ground, Zhou’s blood was splashed. She cried and groaned, her fingertips trembling with the wet stickyness on her face, and her mouth screamed: "It has nothing to do with me! It has nothing to do with me... don't kill me!"
Zhou’s chestnut chest was in danger, and his hands and feet climbed to the grass and rain.
"I am her mother-in-law, mother-in-law!" Zhou desperately pressed the grass rain into his arms. "We are living together! It's all him on weekdays...all of them!" She screamed at Chen Ren, "all He is snoring! He still wants to start with grass and rain, grass rain, grass rain is so small, I am not... I am not from! You don't kill me!"
The winter forest tiger's mouth was stained with blood. He changed his knife and wiped the blood on his robes. He looked at Zhou, like the kind of gaze he met everywhere on the street. After he wiped his hands clean, he rushed Zhou.
Zhou's cold hair is erect, she is clinging to the grass and rain, refused to approach. Grass rain struggled in her arms, and the little girl cried and dumb, shouting "Winter Uncle." Zhou’s panic is like holding a straw, and he can’t breathe.
"I love her mother and daughter!" Zhou screamed and cried. "You spare me... you can't kill me! If you kill me, what should the children do? Grass rain will be scared, so You... you spare me!" She cried and turned to the head of the grass and pushed to the winter forest. I urged to say, "You, you said to him, saying that you are waiting for you! Grass rain, ah, grass rain, you say... you say!"
Grass rain shook his head, and Zhou took her arm and said, "Well, you said, you said!"
In the winter forest step forward, Zhou is like a bird of surprise, and there is nowhere to escape from the wall, so he will drag the grass rain in front of him to block. The woman was carrying the grass and rain, and her head was red with her eyes. The mouth still said: "Hello... I will spare me! I have never shorted her to eat! I am waiting for her, I am waiting for her!"
However, even though she was hard and cried, she did not make the winter forest move. Dong Lin didn't even say a word, his figure blocked the fainting, and Zhou's last hope was also cleaned up. Zhou is on the verge of madness, and she suddenly tightens the neck of the grass rain.
"You spare me, spare me! Otherwise I will kill her! Everyone is a hundred! I can't live, she doesn't want to live!"
The grass rain was shocked and cried, pushing Zhou’s, and was suffocated, and could only forcefully slammed into Zhou’s chest and shouted:
Winter uncle save me!

Winter Lin slammed Zhou, and Zhou screamed. Donglin lifted the grass rain, and her small cut "Dangdang" landed on her palm. She hugged the neck of Donglin and shed tears: "Winter Uncle... Winter Uncle..."
Zhou slid down, her chest blooded, and soaked her clothes. She has not yet suffocated, and her throat is squeaking, holding her chest in disbelief.
Money is slipping and falling on the threshold. His six gods have no ownership, and they are provoked by the red of this place: "kill... murder..."
Chen Ren crawled with his arms and shouted: "Help! The Master helps me! They two, they both killed..." He slammed the money for the legs of the official, and pleaded for help: "Master, Master help me!

Qian Shi is shivering and squeezing backwards, and Chen Ren is licking his leg. Qian Shishi traced the ground and took the broken bowl and shrugged the face of Chen Ren.
"You are going to die..." Qian Shishi said: "Bee!"
Chen Renxi fell to the ground and did not know how to live and die. Money threw away the broken bowl for the panic, and climbed up after a few bumps. He moved to the winter forest with fear, and when he stepped on the blood, he tried to fall again. He was afraid that he would almost fly away, but he still had to raise his arms tentatively.
"Grass rain..." Qian Weishi burst into tears, "grass rain..."
Grass rain looked up at him, crying out of breath. Qian Shishi covered her eyes and said to Donglin: "You... you run fast..."
Dong Lin said: "The work will check the body, the wounds will be different, and the house will be wrong. I ran, Gu Shen will not believe that you did it."
"That's how it is!" Qian was shocked. He looked at Zhou and saw that she was close to the air and couldn't help but be afraid. "How should they take the grass? I told them, Chen Ren..."
Winter Lin turned back and interrupted him: "You are the girl."
Money shrinks for Shisei: "I... I am..."
He repeatedly said a word, letting Dong Lin look at him after listening, and the arms have been released. The grass rain dragged the hand of Donglin and was taken into the arms by Qian Shi. She was blindfolded and could only hold the hand of Donglin. She asked again and again: "Winter Uncle... Dongshu is not with me... I want to be with Dongshu!"
Dong Lin raised her hand and licked her hair, only for a moment. He turned to the beginning and said, "You take her first, go to the Tongming money shop in Wuliu Street, Dongshi City. I will come later."
Qian Shishi said: "What do you want to do?"
"Chevalier." Winter Lin silently read these two words and said: "The aftermath, you go. Also."
He turned his knife and left the money for a back.
"I am not a knight, a desperate."
Ah Hong was awakened by the old widow, and he squinted and climbed up and muttered to the old widow: "I want to pee."
The old widow glared at him with both arms and whispered, "His grandson, no, let's wait..."
"I want to pee!" A Hongjun kicked his legs, pushed the old widow, slipped out of bed, and ran his pants to the door.
The old widow's cloak touched the crutches and read, "Hunger is slower! Come back soon after the urine is over, cold outside! Don't look at the next door, ah, his family is not a good thing. Tonight, go to the amaranth with your grandmother, don't Playing with the little girl, dirty."
Ah Hong took off his pants in a confused way, facing the corner and listening to his grandmother's old talk.
"婊1子生婊1子,宝贝金孙, can't touch her! I am sick. Little girl has more eyes, and the money will be confessed to the whole day, and everything will be given to her. Can be given Do you have a few sugars? Give them to her! Look at Chen Ren, it is not a good thing, it is all pickled goods, even the prostitutes also touch! Hey! Honger, Honger, can't learn to take off their clothes. It’s very dirty! 贱1 to the bones!

Ah Hong yawned and raised his trousers. He looked down at the wall and smashed his blood. The hot, sticky blood crossed his sole and huddled with the yellow stains he left behind. He stepped on the stone and climbed the wall and looked over.
Chen’s interior was still lit with lights, and the light was dimly lit in the courtyard. Chen Ershu was blocked and squinted out of the inner room. He was still dead and his chest was undulating.
A man carrying his back and picking up the doorstick.
"I have spoken to you." Dong Lin squatted down and helped Chen Ren's face. "What have I told you?"
Chen Ren's mouth was stuffed with cloth, and he swayed his head frantically.
"You remember." Dong Lin looked down at him and whispered, "I let you remember."
Chen Renkou "Hmm," looked at the winter forest desperately.
Donglin sighed in the palm of his hand and said, "Your home has no oil, and you have escaped. But I am worried that you will not remember the pain on Huangquan Road, so you still have to take a look."
Chen Ren saw that the wooden stick was lifted up, from top to bottom, getting closer and closer. He moved hard with his body, and his mouth screamed screamingly. The hitting sound made Ahong’s nose sore. He was afraid to cover his face and fell from the last moment of the stone. He saw the man turn back, and he cried like a ghostly look.
The old widow took a sneak peek to find him. He threw himself into his grandmother's arms, fearing that he would be shaking, and the old widow would still repeat the repeated chanting.
"Qianfuzi can't look at our orphans and widows... Don't look for him in the future! Call him to continue with the little girl... They don't do it...what might be where they are stolen! Honger... Does Hong Er remember? Grandchildren, don’t talk to Qianfuzi..."
Ah Hong’s sloppy headed his head and said,
Qianfuzi... Qianfuzi...

Until late at night, Dong Lin washed his hands. He folded the belt carefully and entered the door. Qian Shishi took the lead to wake up, Chen Caoyu had swollen eyes and fell asleep in his arms.
Winter Lin landed on one knee and looked at the little girl. Qian Shishi gestured to him, but he shook his head.
"I..." Dong Lin said, "The hand is dirty."
He stayed for a long time like this, suddenly bent down and touched the amount of grass rain.
The grass and rain are confused and awake, and read: "Winter uncle..."
"That's it." Dong Lin said, "Uncle actually can't fly in the sky. I lied to you like this. I shouldn't lie to you."
The eyes of the grass rain are close at hand, and the little girl's cockroaches are clear and bright, so that the winter forest can be unloaded and dirty.
"Are you looking for her?" Grass rain asked with concern.
Dong Lin said: "I found it. I want to go anywhere with her. I can't see you from then on."
In the rain of rain, she slowly shed tears. She wiped it: "Winter, can't you take me this time?"
"She will be upset." Dong Lin said, "She has been waiting for her for many years with her mother."
Grass rain said: "Then I will not go with you, I will only see you, will it not be?"
"Zhongdu is so wide." Donglin said, "You must not find me, why bother to work hard. Now the bad guys have been removed, you only have to live happily, then I will return my grace, and then you will fish in the water." That one doesn't need to be remembered."
"Do you want to leave me?"
"...I will never leave you." Winter Lin’s throat rolled, and it’s hard,
Don’t cry...

He looked at the weeping face of the grass and rain, but it was the rain in the late autumn.
"My chanting went to the carriage in the north, where is she? You told me, I went looking for it."
"Winter Lin. You don't have to go."
"How can I not go!"
"...Winter Lin." The old friend avoided his eyes. "There was heavy snow on the way, and the girls in that car were all...there were frozen to death."
Frozen to death.
Dong Lin couldn't help but hang her head and twitching tears. He opened his mouth several times and ended up arbitrarily. He only raised his head in Sui and Tang, and laughed hard at the grass and rain.
"How can I leave you." Winter Lin muttered, "But I have been staying for too long. I don't see the sun staying in the winter night. It is a temptation to leave with me. Uncle..." He was on the grass. Tears, suddenly lost, but still insist on complete, "... I want to be free."
Grass rain reached out and touched the cheek of Donglin. She said, "Is it..." She choked. "It’s very sad for the uncle."
Winter Lin gently pressed against her little palm and said, "You make me live bravely than in the past few decades."
Grass rain whispered: "But I don't want to be separated from my uncle."
"We are different." Dong Lin said, "When you go forward, we will not do this."
Grass rain is rare, she sticks to the cheeks of the winter forest, shook her head desperately, and wept: "I don't want to be separated from my uncle."
Winter Lin got up and stepped back, and the grass and rain struggled. She wanted to get rid of the money for her husband, but Qian Shishi hugged her. She looked at Donglin and turned to leave, not screaming and shouting: "Winter Uncle... Winter Uncle!"
She seems to be rushing through the tears of the past and the future, even biting her mouth and holding her arms for her arms. Grass rain is heartbroken, burying his head in the arm of the official, and whimpering in his throat. Qian Shishi hugged her tightly, and the grass rain only saw Donglin open the door and looked back at her sideways.
"Uncle is gone."
Grass rain felt that the door did not seem to block the board, but it was like blocking the sky. Even though she cried and beat, Dong Lin would only look at her so far. He left her in a place where he could never be close, like a place where his daughter, who could never catch up, survived.
The grass rained and tears, seeing his last glance, the figure gradually disappeared with the paint night. Then the eaves were refraction, and the new morning awns were revealed.
Winter has passed.