Gentle Wind

Zhang Cui'e stood up straight and said: But if you die, it would be a pity. "She pondered for a while and said: If you must follow me, then follow me back. I won't give you a penny, but I can give you firewood for your brother to be cremated and ascended to heaven."

The young man said tremblingly: Thank you, madam! "

Zhang Cui'e reprimanded: Then what are you doing in a daze!Do you still want me to carry you and your brother behind your back?I have no slaves to serve! "

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the young man pawed at the ground with his rotten hands and feet and crawled towards his brother's body.Every time the flesh and blood rub against the ground, his body twitches in pain.He picked up his brother's body, carried it on his back, and tied it tightly with a belt.Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead due to the weight of the corpse, and rotting flesh and stinky blood wiped the ground everywhere.

Zhang Cui'e looked at him indifferently, and ordered impatiently: "Hurry up, Mr. Da Lang is crowing, it's almost dawn." "

So he crawled on the ground with his still intact elbows, and followed her closely following her voice.

Madam Yu stared at the back of Zhang Cui'e leaving, as well as the lizard-like figure crawling on the ground, with its mouth open enough to hold a chicken egg.

The big man suddenly woke up from the panic, and chased after him: Madam, really...don't you give me money? "

Not giving money means that he has no intermediate commission.

Our father-in-law Feng is a penny-pincher, you know.To buy someone for the family, he won't give me a penny. "The lady holding chicken said in a flat and thin voice, and tossed him a copper plate, lamp oil money with a ding. "

Two people, one rooster and one dead body, walked out of the ghost market under the eyes of everyone.Some people were discussing in low voices: Why would this person be bullied and tortured by the empress Baoji, rather than follow Mrs. Na Yu? "

Oh, Mrs. Yu's husband, don't you know?Such evil habits... This young man is handsome, if he follows Mrs. Yu, how long can he live?I'm afraid that if I don't die, it will be worse. "

The mother-in-law has a pair of pointed ears, and when she heard these whispered discussions, she just laughed silently.

Chapter 3

To the north of Mr. Feng's house is a deserted Buddhist temple.The pagoda collapsed, and the Buddhist hall looked like a looted loot.The big clay statue fell to the ground and was broken into several pieces, revealing its empty stomach, and the surface of the statue was scratched in a mess.It is said that this Buddha used to have a golden body, and Jiankang City changed owners several times, and the gold leaf on the Buddha's body was scraped off long ago.The people fought more and more poorly, and when Wu Wang Xiao Zian took over Jiankang, even the last bit of iron covering the door frame of the Futu Temple was stripped off.

Camphor trees are planted all over the Futu Temple, and the gravel ground is barren and overgrown.The Empress Baoji burned the corpse in the open space in front of the Buddhist hall, gathered the discarded wood, dead branches and old leaves together, put the corpse on it, and covered it with a layer of dried pine branches.

At this time, before the dark blue sky was filled with white light, a raging fire suddenly rose in the Futu Temple, and the faces of the people beside the fire were bright red.The young man's face was as handsome as the morning mist and morning light, as if neither the hunger in exile nor the disease of rotting skin and flesh had ever taken away his appearance.

He sat by the fire, with neither sad nor happy face, spreading his hands and feet, the bleeding from the wound from crawling and rubbing just now has stopped, and miraculously, the pus and blood on the rotten place have also stopped.

He raised his head slightly, bearing the high wind and thin dew, as if he had just crawled out of hell, and finally took a breath of fresh air.

The lady holding a chicken stood beside him, looking at the people in the fire.

The fat on the dead man's body made a "sizzling" sound in the fire, and the flames burned through the thin belly skin, and the internal organs gave off a greasy stench in the flames. After the cloth covering the body was burnt clean, the pair of clothes shriveled like a child His legs were exposed, and it seemed that this person was born with paralysis.

This is your real brother? "Holding the chicken lady asked.

The young man nodded.Thank you madam for helping me bury my brother. "He said, his eyes were as clear and moist as chess pieces, although black and white were distinct, but they were dead, and there was no trace of joy, anger or sorrow.

The burnt stench in the air became more and more pungent, and it tended to spread to Feng's house in the south.The mother-in-law frowned, and pulled out a sharp hatchet from her waist to chop off the leafy branches of the camphor tree.She threw a lot of green branches and leaves into the fire, trying to cover up the smell of corpses in the air with the aroma of burning camphor wood.

lady. "The young man bowed his head by the fire, and his voice was weak. The southeast wind will blow in half an hour, so you can save yourself some trouble."

The lady holding chicken watched him, and slowly inserted the hatchet back into the scabbard at her waist.

She sat down next to the young man, took off her muddy shoes and threw them into the fire, and picked off the gardenias that were beginning to wither from her hair, and threw them into the fire as well.Beside the fire, beads of sweat began to ooze from the hair on her sideburns, and the arches of Luǒ——Lu’s feet also began to get wet. She moved a large dry bluestone to place under her feet.

The rotting wounds on the young man's hands and feet seemed to have become smaller. He closed his eyes and breathed evenly.