On the fourth day of the great prophecy, Rikka stood in front of the gate of the Tsuchiya courtyard, her pretty face turned red from suppressing it, and her cheeks were bulging, like a big toad in the thundering depression.
After hearing the news, heads popped out one after another, and Boom was leaning against the door at this time. Although he was a little bit dumbfounded, there was a hint of admiration in his eyes.
As for those pieces of noodles, they were put into the man's trouser pockets at some point and disappeared in an instant.
The villagers who had nothing to watch withdrew their gaze. After Boom whispered a few words in Liuhua's ear, he returned to the earthen house again.
There were a few clouds floating in the jelly-like blue sky, like light cotton wool, causing the price of this supposedly flawless jade to plummet.
The small mountain village that had been there for thousands of years gradually woke up, as if the continuous rain had never appeared. The men left with their hunting knives, and the women went to the kitchen.
White mist curled up from the clay cup on the wooden table, and wisps of fragrant tea drifted in the wind. To Boom, those noodles were just dispensable things, but to the man, they were the hope of living. Although Rikka's anger was understandable, it was also reasonable for Rikka to regard the other party as "unreasonable". But she ignored the pale girl who had been hiding behind the man.
As for the countless needle holes on the back of the little girl's hands, although they were carefully hidden under her sleeves, they hurt the man's heart all the time.
After closing the door, the man carried his daughter to the bed. More than half an hour later, he quietly opened the door again and walked quietly into the yard. He held the scratched flint in his palm, stained with sweat.
Tobacco leaves are bitter, sour and salty.
He has to travel back and forth between Aogu City and the small mountain village every month because his daughter, his only relative, is seriously ill.
Sitting opposite Boom, his mind was filled with the image of his daughter. His big, watery eyes were always clear, but his haggard face was like a sharp blade.
The sunshine of the raccoon moon is like a scheming villain. It will raise the temperature inadvertently, but always puts the blame on the remnant soul of late summer.
The clay cup in the room gradually turned into a hot lump of mud. Boom directed Rikka, who looked unhappy, to move the tea table to the pool outside the small courtyard.
Boom, who was leaning under the tree, narrowed his eyes slightly. The man opposite him was silent, the holly green beside him was lush, and several autumn swallows were flying between the eaves.
Boom never mentioned the other party's daughter's condition, and only said that she was lucky to be alive until now. The man's eyes widened when he heard this, but he laughed miserably after being absent-minded for a while.
The two chatted happily, and the plain words passed through Basho and dispersed the tea fog, but they could not reach their daughter no matter what.
When he was a child, a man was a misery in the eyes of his parents, a cancer in the eyes of the village chief, and an alien in the eyes of his friends. He had never fully drawn a hunter's bow and arrows that were not too difficult; he had never completed a hunting trap that was not too deep.
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But the more this happens, the more upset the village chief and his parents become. In the afternoon when he should be sweating profusely, he always drools into rivers; in the years when he should be full of vigor, he always has to write less paragraphs.
He could have successfully crossed the finish line, but he always slowed down his pace. He could have gone to Aogu City to work, but he chose to travel away from home.
His disappointed parents stopped trying to persuade him, and he was happy to say, "My fate is up to me." After that, he became more and more aggressive, preferring to sit and eat all day long, waiting to die, rather than go out hunting.
This kind of lazy character is criticized by the villagers. But the most annoying thing is that he can always make some small money in the market area. Although it is not enough to live and feed, it is better than hunting.
That year he learned to smoke, and his parents and the village chief tried their best to talk, but he turned a deaf ear to it. However, he was able to clear out all the animal skins in the village, and blocked everyone's mouths with a lot of gold coins.
From then on, he was still the cynical and troubled boy, but he only had more ways to make money. These days of neither success nor failure lasted for 1,000 days, and everything was finally hidden in the Miracle Plain.
That night, his parents talked in low voices all night, and the boy in the room could not fall asleep. The morning sun lit up the room again, and his father called the boy in a deep voice, saying that if he wanted to get ahead, he must go to Aogu City for a walk. The corn that year was unusually large, the phoenix trees that year were unusually fresh, and there was an extra young man in the royal city that year, but he put away his playful smile that year.
A few pieces of flour bread were his daily meal, and he could challenge his fate only after settling his wages. Most of the gold coins were sent back to the small mountain village, and the girl who fell in love with her always endured the hardship.
But an accident took away his father, and soon after, his mother passed away in depression. That night he bought a bottle of wine extravagantly, and his friends in the same village sighed, and his girlfriend across from him kept crying.
In another year, he changed from a small worker in the market area to the deputy of the butcher shop owner. And his girlfriend, who was also a poor person, officially became his wife.
The next year, he had his own daughter. Happiness is nothing more than the feeling of returning home after a busy day, nothing more than the heartfelt words between partners, nothing more than the relief and peace of mind after paying the rent, nothing more than a bowl of hot soup and a piece of dried meat.<
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But ordinary years will never be content with the status quo. On a rainy night, my wife was beaten to death by a city guard in the street just because she soiled his boots.
The cold corpse turned into ashes, and the young daughter kept crying. The aroma of milk stung her heart, and the young man who made frequent mistakes was kicked out of the door by the butcher shop owner.
He returned to the small mountain village again, taking care of his seriously ill children while relying on his own cleverness to make a living.
However, the expensive medical fees gradually emptied their savings, and the animals at home were sold off. Three years later, her daughter's condition finally improved. The bachelor said that as long as she persists in treatment, she will be cured one day...
Days of rain have made the dirt road muddy. He, who has half a silver hair, is sitting under the eaves, staring blankly at the sky. His daughter in the house is leaning on the bedside, recording everything in Ogu Tongwen in a notepad. p>
But he didn't seem to inherit that precocious mind. After completing the task taught by his father, he happily ran to the man's side and took his strong arm.
The man turned his head with a smile and hugged the other person into his arms. He said that he would go to Aogu City for treatment again tomorrow. Her little face instantly bulged into a ball, and she asked in a low voice if she could go another day.<
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The drizzle is falling continuously, and the stove is cooking my daughter's favorite glutinous rice balls. There is another vein on the man's arm, but his wrinkled cheeks are always resolute and proud... p>
The setting sun dyed the Miracle Plain red at some point, and Boom, who was deep in thought, ignored it, while Rikka's tears had already wetted her leather armor.
Those few pieces of bread are just dispensable items for ordinary people. But for this father, they are all he will eat tomorrow.
He doesn't care about other people's criticism of him, and he doesn't care about being ridiculed. Everything he puts on his daughter, even if he risks his life, he has no choice but to shoulder the responsibility.
The rain was still falling, and the door of the earthen house not far away was slowly pushed open, and a weak figure suddenly appeared. The slender body was crumbling, and the needle holes on the back of his hands stung everyone.
Boom rarely spoke to greet her, while Rikka on the side hurriedly brought out pastries. But the man beside him had already run to his daughter's side.