I looked up at him, and he was looking at me, with empty and confused eyes, no different from an alcoholic.
I sighed softly and said in his ear: "Live well and take good care of yourself. My wife will feel distressed when she sees you like this."
Before I left, the young man next to my uncle said to me: "You will catch a cold if you do this."
I smiled softly and begged softly: "I'm fine. Please don't embarrass him, brothers. He is a poor man."
When passing him, he suddenly frowned, jumped back a big step, pinched his nose and pointed at me and said, "Wow, you stink!"
I saw the disgusted expression on his face and thought it was a little funny: "What nonsense are you talking about? You are the one who stinks!"
"I'm not talking nonsense, can't you smell it yourself?"
I raised my arm and sniffed hard. "I can't smell it. Is your nose frozen? Are you hallucinating?"
He shook his head desperately, his facial features wrinkled into walnuts, and said in a tone that made me extremely uncomfortable: "I'm not going to lie to you, your smell is exactly the same as that of the stinky lunatic yesterday. It stinks to death, my
Mother!"
"You're crazy! You stink!" I almost didn't think about it, and immediately got angry. "If you're afraid that I'll offend you, stay away from me! Don't hang around me all day long.
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After saying that, I ignored him, strode into my room, and closed the door with my backhand. After a while, there were rapid footsteps outside the door and He Ben's humble flattery: "Hey, hey, don't be so angry.
Ah! Sister, my good sister...Isn’t it okay that I was wrong? I will never talk to you again."
"Why don't you look in the mirror and see how disgusted you were just now! Don't wake me up, I'm going to bed." Of course I wouldn't really get angry with him. But for some reason, the word "crazy" sounded to me at the moment.
It will be so jarring.
He patted the door and then muttered: "I was wrong, sister. No matter how stinky or ugly you become from now on, I won't mind whatever you become. Just don't be angry with me, okay?"
I couldn't help but chuckle. Although this guy is timid, he is always smooth-tongued and able to coax girls.
"I want you to be whatever you become." A casual word murmured from my smiling mouth like a magic spell... In an instant, it seemed as if there was an electric light and flint tearing open the deepest unknown black hole in my heart.
"I want whatever you become."
"I want whatever you become..."
A simple promise, in my own voice, repeated clearly in my mind over and over again. It was also accompanied by some blurry and broken images - gurgling water; hanging crystal water drops, plump and toned skin; men
A smooth chin and lips with a perfect smile...
"Sister!" He Ben's cry woke me up from my sluggish state.
I opened the door in a daze, smiled at him and said, "It's okay. I was joking with you."
"Oh, that's good. Hey, sister, just go to bed when you're tired, and I'll go sweep the snow."
Seeing him turning around to leave, I quickly stopped him: "Wait... I remember you made a few pairs of new shoes two days ago, right?"
"Well, yes. Sister also wants to make new shoes?"
"Lend me a pair. I'll return them to you some time later." At this point, the corners of my mouth twitched downwards involuntarily.
"Huh?" He was confused.
I don't have the energy to explain to him now, so I can only urge him softly: "No, hurry up and get it, hurry up, hurry up, please, please."
"Okay, okay, I'll get it, you wait."
"Uncle Fu and Da Shuan have gone back, are you here to see them?" Da Shuan should be the son who beat Uncle Da Shuan.
"Oh no." My face felt a little hot and my vision was hard to focus. It was probably because of the cold. "I just wanted to ask, is the person we sent yesterday awake?"
As soon as I finished speaking, the other person shook his head and complained loudly: "You are talking about him! Hey, don't mention it!"
My heart tightened slightly: "What's wrong? Isn't he causing trouble for you?" Is he really a fugitive?
"No." Fortunately, the other party immediately dispelled my doubts. "We carried him into the house, and within an hour, he was gone."
"Leave?" My heart, which was originally lifted up in the air, fell down unprepared for some reason. My originally hot and red face also really felt the biting and cold feeling of this winter.
"gone."
I nodded mechanically. I touched the hot cotton shoes in my arms again, smiled at the guard, and turned to say goodbye.
"By the way, wait a minute." He stopped me and rushed into the Yamen.
He didn't let me wait long. He came out with the cotton robe I wore yesterday and handed it to me: "He left this on the couch."
"Thank you." I took the robe, put it on me numbly, and left in silence.
The man's body temperature has long since disappeared. But for some reason, the warm and moist embrace and the scarred hands from a few hours ago followed me like a shadow, unable to go away for a long time. They followed me from the Yamen back to He's house.
, followed me from the gate to the yard, followed me from outside the room door to my bed. From the time I fell asleep, until I was seriously ill and fell into coma...
I didn't realize that I was on the verge of death due to high temperature. The bed under me was like a small boat, carrying me, floating on the dark and empty river, I didn't know where it would eventually float. I lay on my back,
Facing the endless sky without any starlight, I gradually felt lonely, cold, and desperate.
What kind of test will the God of fate give me before I can go through the hardships of life and death, past and present lives? Why did the God of fate choose me? How long will I have to wander so lonely?
I asked silently over and over again, but what I got in exchange was still darkness and silence.
I don’t know how long I have been wandering, but I have lost the desire to survive. Maybe this is death. I guessed feebly, until I accidentally discovered that my right hand, which had always been empty, seemed to be holding something.
I suddenly turned my face and saw a figure lying side by side with me. It was too dark around me and I couldn't see his face clearly. I could only see his black and white eyes, like the stars on a winter night, staring at me silently and persistently.
.
"Who...are you?" I asked cautiously.
"The person who lives in your heart." His voice sounded familiar.
I asked again: "Why are you here?"
"Always there, never left."
After saying that, he hugged me sideways, his breath warm, and there seemed to be a faint scent of sandalwood on his skin.
Although the current situation is not good, and the supervisor has been reduced to a dishwashing girl, at least he is self-reliant and no longer relies on anyone. The road ahead is one step at a time.
Every day, like all the helpers in the restaurant, I spend my time in a hurry.
Every night, in the lobby of the restaurant, you can hear people exchanging glasses and drinking wine, while storytellers talk about the past and the present and give advice on the country.
As far back as ancient times, as recent as the Tang and Song Dynasties, those things I have heard of before, those that I have never heard of; those that sound like that, are just nonsense; those that have been recorded in official history, and those that have been obscurely described in unofficial history; those in the palace
Outside the palace; on the battlefield, in the marketplace... there are all kinds of things, all in a dazzling display, all in the opening and closing of the storyteller's folding fan.
It is only at this time that our helpers in the kitchen can enjoy a moment of recreation from their busy schedule.
One night when I was searching for Zhao, the waiter Xiao Cui hurried into the kitchen: "Where did he talk tonight? I was serving tea in the box and didn't hear him."
The waiter Xiao Bin replied while washing the vegetables: "Yang Jinyi broke through Waqiao Pass."
Xiaocui wrinkled her nose and muttered: "When did we talk about Zhao Changyuan's battle with Yeluqi? I love hearing that part!"
Xiaobin glanced at her and asked angrily: "He has said it three times, and you have listened to it three times, aren't you tired of it?"
"Never get tired of it, even if you listen to it a thousand times or ten thousand times!"
The fat cook Dongsheng who was cooking on the side also turned his face and sneered at Xiaocui: "Tsk, little girl Pianzi. I just like pretty boys. Yang Jinyi is so domineering, and Cao Rui is so majestic!"
Xiao Cui also countered: "Tsk, it sounds like you have seen it before."
Dongsheng put the lid on the pot, turned his fat body and walked to the middle of the kitchen. He said with some pride: "I...have never seen them. But, I did see Zhao Changyuan once."
Xiaocui's whole body was lit up: "Really or not? When did I see it and where was it?"
"It was the days after his wife disappeared. Didn't he burn down his Yuchi store in anger? I was nearby and saw it with my own eyes."
Xiao Cui covered her heart, her face full of distress: "He must be very sad."
Dongsheng also sighed and said: "Isn't it? A good person is like crazy. If his father and a few of his subordinates hadn't stopped him, he would have killed himself several times. Everyone said that he was good.
He has a good temper. If he wasn't that good, he wouldn't be able to do something so outrageous."
Xiaocui sighed again: "What a pity. I heard that his wife gave him a son and a daughter. What a happy couple they were."
Wang Mazi heard the ridicule and sarcasm in my words, pointed at me with a big spoon, and said with a fierce look on his face: "Hey you..."
I still had a faint smile and continued calmly: "Also, what do you mean by a used woman? Your mother has not been used, so where did you come from?" I am most disgusted with men who treat women as playthings.
Although I am now in ancient times, I cannot completely control the likes and dislikes in my bones.
Wang Mazi, who is usually the most chauvinistic person, was ignited by me at this moment. He threw down his big spoon and rushed towards me. Regardless of the obstruction of others, he tried to twist my arm. "I have to teach you a lesson today."
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I gently stepped aside and slashed his fat back with my knife.
"Ouch!" He howled and squatted on the ground, rubbing his back.
"You can't even beat a woman, so you're still not a man? You're a loser." I dusted my hands, casually dropped a taunt, turned around and left the back kitchen. For a moment, there was silence all around...
Time passes by me so plainly and hurriedly, and I can always think of the raging wind and snow that night when it first snowed last year; the dreamlike street covered with snow; the hard-spoken and soft-hearted old man at night; the thinly dressed man
Xiaoyi, the man who hugged me and trembled in the wind and snow... (To be continued)