My eyes slowly moved up as he approached. Before I could move to his face, he suddenly bent down and met my face. My breathing stopped along with my heartbeat...
It was a face that made it impossible to see clearly. A third of the thin face was taken up by a messy beard. The remaining skin surface was covered with traces of sweat, oil or tears.
What really shocked me was his eyes that seemed to be looking right at me.
Putting aside the rest of his body, these eyes should be the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen since I grew up. If they are larger, they are too big, if they are smaller, they are too small. The curvature of the corners of the eyes is harmonious and gentle, and the eyelashes are
Much longer than mine. It’s just such a pair of beautiful eyes that I couldn’t bear to look into. I hurriedly lowered my head to avoid his sight. Because these are probably the saddest and most desperate eyes I have ever seen in my life.
How to describe it? I remember that I once saw a set of public welfare pictures on the Internet calling for a boycott of fur. One of the scenes showed a skinned mink, which did not die immediately. It was lying on the ground with a heart-wrenching expression.
I looked at my own fur with broken eyes. What kind of eyes and what kind of mood it was, I’m sorry that I have no words to describe it. Because I feel that the words “desperate” and “heartbroken” are too thin in this situation.
.Just like the man standing in front of me at this moment.
I don’t know if he saw me or not. Because from the beginning to the end, his eyes and expression remained unchanged. Even if I lowered my head to avoid him again and again and couldn’t help but look at him again, he still looked at me.
He stood in his original position, as if looking at something intently, but more like in a daze.
The smell coming from his body was very uncomfortable. There was no part of his body that was not dirty and shabby. But even so, there was still an inexplicable impulse that spread from my heart to my whole body.
It sounds crazy, but I suddenly felt like holding this stranger in my arms.
I guessed from his unchanging eyes that he probably didn't notice my presence. Just when he felt relieved, he suddenly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled and opened his eyes. I couldn't see him clearly.
With an expression on my face, I just noticed a strange flash of light in his eyes. Then, he tilted his head and stretched out his hand in my direction...
I put down my hands and calmly waited for all the situations that were about to happen. Will he kill me? Beat me? Or drag me away? If it is the last case, does it mean that my current skin looks good?
?
Just as I was driving the train in my mind and thinking wildly, his movements stopped suddenly, his big hand stopped on the door panel, and his eyes turned slightly.
Unfortunately, I didn't react before. In just a blink of an eye, the living big man in front of me disappeared from my sight like a "white lady".
Somehow, I felt inexplicably sad. Just as I was about to push the door open and go out, I heard a slight collision and chaotic footsteps in the room. So, I held my breath again and pushed the door a little wider.
Wanting to see what was going on, I found the three members of the He family huddled in a corner, trembling at a loss, and two men fighting with each other on the other side. One of them was the madman, and the other was a...
Handsome guy in fine clothes.
This palm-sized room is not a suitable space for a fight. Moreover, the two people seem to have no grudges. The handsome guy uses a grappling technique without any intention of hurting anyone. And this madman, holding a steel knife,
The left hand is always hanging down, and only the right hand is used to parry the opponent's moves, and there is no posture to suffer any loss.
The two of them played back and forth for a while. The madman seemed to have lost his patience. He stretched out his fingers and poked the other person's ribs. The handsome boy immediately turned into a sculpture and became motionless.
There was silence in the room for a few seconds, until another man's voice came from outside the house along with the footsteps. "Come back with us." It turned out that the handsome guy had brought a helper, but the room was too small.
He probably couldn't squeeze in. I guess he was under twenty-four years old. Although he was not as handsome as the handsome boy, he still had a strong and heroic spirit between his eyebrows.
"You mind your own business." The madman's back was turned to me. I couldn't see his expression at the moment, but I felt that although his tone was calm, there was no doubt about it.
"Nosy business? Can your business be considered nosy business?" The not-so-handsome young man frowned in a Sichuan shape and his tone was helpless.
The mad man did not speak, but glanced to the side. The handsome young man who had been turned into a stone statue suddenly spoke and asked leisurely: "Today is her death anniversary, do you have to pay homage to her in such a crazy manner?"
The mad man lowered his head, then looked at him again, and said in a cold tone: "The best way to pay homage to her is to avenge her with your own hands, as you taught me."
The handsome boy chuckled lightly, but there was a hint of sadness in his brows: "Revenge is a long time coming. Orchid Valley is so close, don't you want to go see her?"
"My revenge has not been avenged. How can I go to see her?" After saying that, I heard the sound of the blade scraping the ground. The madman dragged the knife out of the room step by step, taking away his heavy breath and my heart.
doubts.
There was another brief silence in the room. The handsome young man who had his acupuncture points unblocked himself at some point, casually tilted his head and relaxed his muscles. Finally, he took out a silver coin and placed it on the windowsill.
, and said to the three members of the He family in the room: "I'm sorry to bother you."
When these uninvited guests left one after another, I calmed down and crawled out of the closet. Suddenly there was another rush of footsteps in the yard and a woman's loud voice: "He Sangu!" This voice is all familiar to us and belongs to the family.
Aunt Wang next door.
"Oh, mother, you scared me to death!" He Sangu complained, covering her heart. In fact, she was not the only one. Uncle He and his son He Ben were also scared and their faces were green and yellow. Probably because they were afraid that the madman would come back with a knife and kill them again.
"Who is this?" He Sangu frowned and pointed at the door, shaking his head and complaining to Aunt Wang.
But Aunt Wang smiled mysteriously and said to Sangu He in the most gossipy tone used by women: "I heard that this man used to be a general."
"No wonder no one can beat him!" He Ben found a reasonable excuse for his cowardice just now.
He Sangu asked in confusion: "Why are you so crazy? The mother-in-law ran away with someone?"
Aunt Wang said: "It is rumored that his mother-in-law was killed by a woman. He is looking for revenge everywhere!" He Sangu immediately realized: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's probably the jealousy of the women around him that caused the trouble."
"I think so." Aunt Wang curled her lips, suddenly glanced at He Ben, and finally looked at me. "Girl, you have also seen it. They say that women are a disaster, but in fact men are. Those men from high-ranking families.
, three wives and four concubines are fighting to the death, it’s all a matter of seeking Zhao. But boys from a small family like us are reliable."
I remained silent and responded to the difficult topic with silence. But He Ben blushed and said, "I...I...I went to chop wood." After that, he ran away.
"Oh, I'm so embarrassed!"
"Hahaha……"
At night, I woke up from a nightmare again. Just like countless nights this year, after waking up, I almost suffocated with inexplicable sadness. I thought about it carefully, but I couldn't remember any part of the dream.
Probably, it's about my parents or Jiang Haoran, I hugged my knees and secretly guessed. There seemed to be some strange noises outside the window. I got up, lit the candle and walked to the window, and there was already a vast expanse of white in front of me...
Snowing.
Although I am also in my twenties, I have lived in the south since I was a child and have rarely had the opportunity to be exposed to this scene of ice and snow. Anyway, I can’t sleep for the time being, so I just put on a big cotton-padded jacket and big cotton boots, and opened the door. , stepped into the snow.
This is my first time walking on this ancient street. The low houses, the white ground, the high and low mountains in the distance... The scenery in front of me is obscured by the heavy snow falling like goose feathers, making it both illusory and real.
The air was so cold that I had to cover my face to prevent my nose from being blown away by the wind and snow.
Opposite there was an old man walking towards me in the middle of the night. I immediately turned around and ran into the alley to avoid having to explain myself. After all, a big girl walking on the street in the middle of the night was indeed a bit suspicious. I also Didn't forget where I was.
After waiting for a long time, I didn't see anyone passing by on the road next to me. I couldn't help but curiously poked my head out, but I saw the old man squatting on the roadside for some reason.
The snow was slippery, could he have fallen? I was a little worried, so I quickly walked out of the alley to find out.
When I walked up to him, I realized that he was not seriously injured, but there was a huge unknown object in front of him, curled up in the corner, shaking slightly.
"Uncle, this... seems to be a person..." After I asked, I felt that what I said was stupid.
Sure enough, the other party immediately complained: "If you're not a human, are you still a ghost? Look at what you said?"
I also immediately recognized this person's face: "It's him..." Isn't this the crazy man who broke into He's house during the day?
"Girl, do you know him?"
"I don't know him, I just met him once."
"How much wine did you drink to get so drunk?" The uncle angrily grabbed the wine bag from his hand and threw it aside.
It seems that this guy is not only a martial arts maniac, but also a drunkard maniac. I feel helpless and don't want to get involved in these people and things that have nothing to do with me. But when I look at him for a moment, I find that he is wearing such thin and tattered clothes. His mourning clothes have long been worn. Soaked and clinging to his body, a pair of shoes full of holes are now useless, with several toes exposed... The strange thing is that this guy seems to have no treasures anywhere, except for his hands, which he always uses a pair of different sizes. The shape is weird, and it is tightly wrapped in cotton lumps that can barely be called gloves. (To be continued)