Chapter 143: Barrier in the Red Moon 7

Su Xin left without knowing it, and Granny Tong should have wanted to tell her something, but she couldn't say clearly, and she seemed to have seen something else, and shut up.
The wooden clog was still holding her hand home, and her palms were slightly warm. Su Xin was very shameless and held up her hands. She put the wooden clogs in her pocket together. To pull Tongqing, shrinking in his pocket obediently, craving for that little warmth.
"Ugh."
Little Master Tong Qing sighed and looked at Su Xin from time to time while walking.
"Hey? See your sister sigh and sigh like a little old man."
"Sister, I'm afraid."
"What are you afraid of, sister is here."
"Aba and Ama have been away for a long time. I didn't understand it then, but I understand now. Don't treat me as a child. I know a lot."
Tong He said seriously.
"I know, brother Aqing in our family is the best. He knows a lot."
Su Xin smiled and echoed, trying to make her younger brother happier.
"Sister, don't leave me, you see how pitiful Uncle Tong is, if you leave me I will be more pitiful than Uncle Tong."
"What are you talking about, but don't curse your sister, me, me, just follow you, we all live a hundred years old. Brother, don't you think about it, sister will take you out of the village Take you to see the outside world. At that time, Ai ’s efforts to make money for you to read, and to see your health and well-being, is Ai ’s biggest wish. "
This is the original wish of the original owner. Su Xin recounted it completely and felt a little in her heart.
If not, there is no way to empathize.
"Uh-huh."
Mu Yan listened thoughtfully as he listened to the blueprint for the future drawn by Su Xin.
"Can you bring me when you go out, I can cook for you."
The wooden queen's whispered question was mixed in the snow and snow, making people's heart unconsciously soft.
"Of course you can. It's a pleasure to be able to eat your food all the time."
Su Xin nodded, she was eager to go with the mule. Out of this village, Su Xin had her own way to make money, but even if she was rich, she could n’t call for takeout or eat out every day. It ’s modern kitchenware. You do n’t need to burn your own fire, but it does n’t make any difference. The cooked food is still not delicious.
"it is good."
Mu Yan nodded, her eyebrows fluttered, and her eyelashes trembled.
"Just ... go out?"
"Of course, no matter what method I use, I will take my brother out, that's for sure."
Susin said with certainty.
"You really care about Aqing."
"Of course, he is my brother."
"Of course, she is my elder sister."
The two sisters said in unison that the two of them looked at each other and smiled, and a wooden grin appeared beside them, but with haze in their eyes.
Reluctantly rising from the heart, Mu Zhi gently pressed on that place, a little confused.
Su Xin paid special attention to the moon tonight, hazy with some jade colors, very beautiful.
Susin closed the window, it was the normal moon.
The mist relied on the night, and snow flew freely, pressing on the branches.
The snow fell intermittently, for a while, it was small, and it was painted one layer after another.
The village fell into the silence of the past, and everyone lived not far away, but no one else could hear the voice of other families, and there was no noise.
Su Xin closed her eyes and gradually fell asleep.
Su Xin was awakened by a thin voice, but she still closed her eyes, breathing still, just like she was still sleeping.
It seems that someone is talking, the voice is very small.
"give up."
"Why, I waited so long, didn't you promise me to help me?"
"I can not……"
"Is it because of her ..."
"I do not know……"
"Wait, I'm not in a hurry. There are eight years left. It's a long, long time."
Who is speaking?
Su Xin worked hard to distinguish those two voices, both of which were women's voices, a gentle lingering voice with hesitation and confusion, and a clear and questioning meaning.
Fourteenth Lord, help me to see if the next wooden clog has moved?
[No, eyes closed. 】
Su Xin wanted to listen again, but her voice suddenly disappeared. I didn't know if I had finished speaking or felt that I had been found.
The night was quiet again, and Su Xin closed her eyes and went to sleep twice.
It's snowing, and it's not far from the New Year.
Su Xin looked at the hanging old-fashioned calendar and counted the time, and there were seventeen days before the New Year.
The original owner of the previous little years is nothing. After all, there are only two people in the family. There is nothing to say. It is actually very normal for the New Year. There is no big difference. The sky is still the sky and the person is the same person. Take it out to eat, wear new clothes, bless each other, and walk the streets.
The Spring Festival is a significant day for the Chinese people. Even if some people are getting weaker and weaker in the New Year, the Chinese New Year is usually not bad. They do n’t leave relatives, do n’t wear new clothes, and they have different meanings.
"Let's catch two more fishes in two days. How can we not eat fish in the New Year? There are more than one year after year, OK?"
"Uh-huh."
Tong Qing nodded, he was going to follow anyway.
"Brother, I have already made your new clothes. I'll take them out for you that day."
"Huh, sister, do you have it yourself?"
"Of course."
There is no way to buy clothes here, and the new year's new clothes are all made by myself. The original owner is clever, but Su Xin is a hand disabled. Thinking of the original owner in his memory, he has already finished the clothes, and Su Xin is relieved.
"Well, do you have new clothes?"
"some."
"You can do it?"
"Uh-huh, I'm a good embroiderer. I got married ... If you want something beautiful, I can make it for you."
Mu Yan smiled and said, shaking his hand.
Mu's hands are really good-looking, long and slender, with rounded fingertips, fair and delicate like carefully carved, without any cocoons, without flaws.
Su Xin's hands were a bit rough, with scars and cocoons. After all, she was doing farm work and doing all kinds of mess. After all, these hands could not be rough.
"Okay, did you bring it? May I see your craft?"
Su Xin thought about how the original owner embroidered. I do n’t know if I can do it. Those memories are like images. Su Xin has some difficulties to get started. It ’s okay for her to do something else. It ’s difficult to cook. Embroidery should be okay.
If there was no helpfulness and no binding system that day, Su Xin didn't know that he would one day look like this, and embroidered with a gun.
"Of course."
Tong Qing watched the two sisters discuss the previous topic of the girls, ran into his room, and began to study the poetry collection.
These poems have been read over and over again, and even if I don't understand what they mean, I find it extremely interesting.
The sound of firecrackers is one year old.
No spring breeze, still cold.
There is nothing to sell in the village, so every time you can go out to catch alive and go to the town to buy, you will go back for a few days to buy a lot of things, as well as firecrackers.
Su Xin doesn't have a lot at home. He doesn't need to buy a lot of fireworks, and he can't afford the big fireworks. The original owner usually buys the cheaper ones that are enjoyable in the New Year and his brother.
It ’s a Chinese New Year, so you can relax and relax, because it is an important day that everyone recognizes and should take good care of yourself.
Su Xin thought that when the snow stopped for the past two days, she took Tong Qing to worship her parents and put on incense.
This happened this year, and I don't know if worship will continue as usual.
Every event has its organizer and manager, and of course worship.
The village head is usually responsible for this activity. The village head is a 50-year-old man with a tough body and a goatee. He likes to smoke, but he fell ill in winter and never showed up. I heard that I couldn't get out of bed because of illness, so when Da Ya Er Ya had an accident, when Tong Man Wen and Yang Cui had an accident, he didn't go to the house to ask about the situation.
Every day approaching the New Year's Eve, Su Xin looked at the snow, thinking about when the continuous snow would not finish, and it was not convenient for people to go out.
Tong Manwen and Yang Cui's heads passed one after another. Tong He watched his son and wife burial, with a cigarette in his hand, and sadness in his brows.
It takes time to make the inscriptions. Tong Manwen suffered successive blows, and both of them were quite white.
But the disaster at Tonghe's house is not over yet.
Su Xin was eating at noon that day, and someone came to report the funeral. The report was from the Tonghe family.
Tonghe is okay, Tongxi is okay, and his grandmother died.
He said that he didn't pay attention when he wanted to go out. He tripped over the threshold and hit a hard slate. He died on the spot.
Everyone is afraid to say anything at this time. The Tonghe family is obviously entangled with something. Otherwise, why do the dead one after another die so frequently.
Tonghe's back has been completely crippled, as if he can't bear the weight of this life.
It's only been a few days. Is there anything more unfortunate than losing one's wife and mother?
Tong He cooked the funeral of her relatives again. Su Xin didn't say anything again this time, but she sighed a long time, worshiped in the direction of Granny Tong, and left.
Su Xin still remembers how Granny Tong was anxious to say something to her that day. Granny Tong looked a little scared at that time. Although her expression was still, she didn't make a sound, but her face muscles were shaking and she walked Shake more than usual.
Perhaps the granny also knew what was inside, or maybe she felt something.
After several days of snow finally stopped, a thick layer on the ground would make a special sound of creaking.
The snow is beautiful, but a series of footprints gives it a special flavor.
Su Xin decided to catch the fish, raised it, and let the wooden clams wait for the New Year's Eve the day after tomorrow.
The three men went with all the equipment, and successfully caught two groups of two big fish and one small fish. They were going to fight back to their house. When they returned, they encountered Uncle Tong who came here.
"Uncle, why do you wear this out? Come back."
Su Xin dropped the bucket on the ground and walked towards Uncle Tong, anxiously.
In this snow and ice, Uncle Tong was naked with a big summer trousers underneath.
"Dead, all dead."
Uncle Tong claps his hands. A man in his forties looks like a child, with a shaved beard, but laughs.