cold jade

8.

Mr. Gao hung on this breath for two days and two nights, and only swallowed it in the early morning of the third day.

Han Yu closed the old man's unrepentant eyes, choked up and said: "Grandpa, you can go at ease, I will bring Yuan Shan back."

Two days and two nights without rest, he could hardly sit still, propped up his body with one hand, and wiped the old man's face with difficulty with a towel in the other hand.

"You said that Yuanshan has been with you since childhood... Why didn't you wait for Yuanshan? Let him look at you one last time... You just left like this. If Yuanshan came back, he would be so sad..." These days, he was anxious and frightened, Filled with grief, he finally couldn't bear it any longer, and lay on the old man's body, crying and coughing, out of breath.

Mo Lan hugged him and burst into tears: "What should we do, uncle."

yes!We can't just sit and wait like this, I'm going to find Wonsan.Thinking about it, Hanyu gritted her teeth to endure the pain in every joint, supported her body and continued to wipe for the master.

There is no coffin, but wrapped in a roll of mats, and she will be buried in the ground forever, turning into a skeleton.

Niu Jin dug a hole and barely buried the old man.

Han Yu had already lost her strength, was half dragged and half carried into the room by Mo Lan, and fell asleep again.

Dazedly hearing the sound of the door opening, he struggled to open his eyes, and saw that Gao Yuanshan had entered the room and was patted with snowflakes all over his body.

"Why did you come back..." As soon as he spoke, he realized that his throat was dry and his stomach was full of grievances. "If you don't come back, you won't even see me..."

Gao Yuanshan hurried over, squatted in front of him and said with a smile: "Oh, my baby is crying? You miss me like that after only walking for a few days? Some things are delayed, why don't you hurry back and run back?" ?”

Han Yu looked at him, reached out to touch his face, and said in a crying voice, "You are late...Grandpa...gone..."

Gao Yuanshan was startled, touched his forehead for a moment and said worriedly: "Are you confused? How can you talk nonsense?"

At this moment, the door curtain was lifted, Hanyu saw someone coming, her pupils shrank suddenly, and old man Gao walked in with a bowl of hot noodles, and said displeasedly: "Little bastard, you want me to die, but I won't die."

Hanyu was a little confused, could it be that he had a dream?a terrible dream?Yes, it must be a dream, Won San is back and Grandpa is still alive.

He breathed a sigh of relief, tears couldn't stop falling down: "It's so good... so good..."

Gao Yuanshan helped him to sit up, and he snuggled up to the silly big man, feeling happiness spontaneously in his heart.He reached out to take the noodle bowl, and suddenly saw his grandfather's hands holding the bowl were bony, and he screamed and raised his head to look at Gao Yuanshan.I saw Gao Yuanshan's facial muscles peeling off little by little, his eyeballs fell out of their sockets, and were pulled from side to side by the bright red meridians.

"Hanyu...I'm in so much pain..." He opened his mouth, his tongue fell out, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on Hanyu's face.

"Ah!!" Han Yu screamed, her whole body twitching.

Someone was shaking him, and the voice came from far to near: "Uncle, what's wrong with you? Please don't scare me? Please wake up..."

It's Mo Lan... Han Yu managed to open her eyes, there was no Gao Yuanshan, nor the old man of the Gao family, only the haggard nephew.

"How long have I been asleep..."

"It's been two days...I've been having a fever...it scared me to death..." Mo Lan shed countless tears these two days. Grandpa died, Gao Yuanshan disappeared, and uncle was seriously ill and comatose, convulsing all the time.

"Yuanshan... is back... is it..." After saying a few words, Hanyu began to pant.

Mo Lan was silent for a moment, then shook her head.

Han Yu's high fever has not subsided, but cold water has been poured on his body. When he shivered, he saw Mo Lan jumping on top of him in panic.He knew that he was starting to convulse again, but he couldn't feel the pain, because the pain in his heart was far overshadowed by the pain in his body.

"Uncle, don't be like this. Cry if you want, cry if you want, don't hide everything in your heart and torture yourself." Mo Lan pressed his convulsed legs and cried.

Han Yu was sweating coldly from the pain, but her mind was very clear. The glory and glory of the first half of her life passed by like a passing cloud, but she recalled them solidly in the past three years.The stupid big man bathed and dressed him, carried him up and down slopes, wrapped him in animal skins to keep him warm when it was cold, and covered his cold feet in his arms.He has seen many romantic people, handsome men, and Gao Yuanshan is not outstanding in terms of sex and talent. If it were the old Mr. Mozhu, he would not look at such a wild man.

But it was this kind of mountain man who unknowingly stole his heart quietly.

Only when people are in despair, will they cherish that little bit of temperature.

In addition to the bright and beautiful appearance, the inside of the skin is actually rotten.He has no feeling under his chest, and every winter he has difficulty breathing, and a mouthful of phlegm can suffocate him to death.It was Gao Yuan who sucked out the thick phlegm stuck in his chest, held him up all night, and clasped his back with his hollow palm to relieve his difficult breathing.

His intestines and stomach are weak, and his abdomen is weak. Although he can feel the relief, he often has unbearable abdominal pain and cannot expel it.It was Gao Yuanshan who tirelessly rubbed his abdomen, massaged it little by little, and even helped him pull it out little by little.

He once felt that life would be worse than death because of this. Gao Yuanshan said to him softly: "There is nothing to be ashamed of. As long as the cold jade doesn't hurt, I am willing to let me go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire. This is nothing. I will take good care of you. We've lived together for a long, long time."

Yes, we have lived together for a long, long time. He fantasizes about the days after a long, long time. Although he can't stand up, he has hands. He can help the big stupid man with a beard to shave his face, and he can also learn to do needlework , Buy some clothes for the stupid big guy.When they are old, they will be two old men. Will it be interesting to look at each other when the time comes?

He thought about a lot of pictures, and also thought about his poor health, he would always take the first step, how uncomfortable Gao Yuanshan must be...

He never thought that Gao Yuanshan would die before him, making him fall into the pain of life and death.

She slept half a day in a daze, and at noon, Hanyu's fever subsided, and although her face was pale, her spirit was much better.Mo Lan fed him a few mouthfuls of porridge, which he reluctantly swallowed under the disgust.

After eating, he regained his strength, sat up with his body propped up, and rummaged through the cotton robes he bought a few years ago, a cyan satin robe with thin bamboo embroidered with silver thread on the skirt and cuffs.Gao Yuanshan lived frugally and saved for two years before he had the money to make him such a beautiful dress. Seeing him wearing it, his eyes shined, and he sighed that he was born from the sky, how could he be so beautiful.

This dress is not the most expensive that Han Yu has ever worn, but it is the most cherished, and it is pressed at the bottom of the box, reluctant to wear it.

When Mo Lan entered the room, she was startled when she saw Hanyu's outfit, feeling uneasy in her heart, she hurried to the bed and said, "What are you going to do, uncle?"

Han Yu leaned against the head of the bed, lowered her head and buttoned the placket of her skirt, and said, "Help uncle tie up his hair."

"What are you going to do?" Mo Lan shouted anxiously.

Han Yu looked up at him and smiled, and said, "Why are you so angry? Don't wear new clothes, and leave them moldy?"

Mo Lan's eyes were wide open, trembling all over: "You lied to me, you...are you...going to find Gao Yuanshan?"

Hanyu brushed her hair, grabbed a cloth towel beside her and tied it behind her head, nodded: "Aren't I going to look for my man?"

"What man? Are you crazy uncle! It's just using him. It's been almost six days. He hasn't come back yet. Either he was arrested or died in the chaos. He...why did you go to die in vain? It's good to die...I've been longing for a long time..."

Han Yu raised her head, staring at him with sharp eyes like a knife.

Mo Lan's heart felt abrupt, and she didn't dare to continue talking.

Han Yu sighed, "You are still young, there are some things you don't understand."

Mo Lan said in despair: "You can't be serious... You don't care about me anymore? I only have you, uncle, what should I do if you leave?"

Han Yu closed her eyes, holding back the grief in her heart, the world is unpredictable, how can it be both.He waved to Mo Lan, and when he came over, he raised his hand and patted his head: "People's hearts are made of flesh. I promised Mr. Gao that I can't just stand by and ignore Gao Yuanshan's life and death. You already When you grow up, you have the ability to protect yourself. In the future, you can decide for yourself, whether you want to live in seclusion in the mountains and live a safe life, or go to the south to find your uncles and uncles to enjoy the glory and wealth, you can choose for yourself."

Mo Lan stood up suddenly, stared at Han Yu and said, "I won't let you go! Your legs are paralyzed. I'll see how you go down the mountain!"

Han Yu looked up at him, her eyes were cold, her lips trembled with anger, she sneered for a moment and said, "Do you really think I can't get out of this door? I'm going to find Gao Yuanshan even if I'm crawling."

Seeing that he couldn't do it by force, Mo Lan fell to her knees with a thump. Previously, his uncle couldn't bear his pain the most.Now, the sadness comes from the heart, and there is no need to pretend to howl, tears and snot keep falling down: "Don't go, uncle, don't leave me."

Han Yu wiped his face with his sleeve, and said: "If you are disobedient again, I will break all ties with you and treat you as a nephew. I can live a few years like this, and spend my days in a muddle. I have found a heart-warming person, and I am willing to live and die with him, so you can fulfill me..."

Mo Lan whimpered and cried, he knew that Han Yu had made up his mind, and the eight horses would not be able to pull back.He understands that from now on, he will be alone, in the vast world, where can he find his home.

He raised his head and closed his eyes, tears couldn't stop falling, "You hug me again." He leaned over to let Hanyu hug him, Hanyu patted his back to coax him, and read to him His favorite poetry as a child.

Han Yu held back her tears, and lovingly stroked his head, feeling helpless and desperate.

"In this life, you will also meet a confidant. Then, you will understand."

Hanyu counted all the belongings she packed up, gave most of them to Mo Lan, and kept some for herself, and then let the child carry it down the mountain.

Mo Lan was weak, so he stopped and walked all the way, and it was dusk when he reached the foot of the mountain.Following his uncle's instructions, he rented an ox cart, stuffed some copper coins into the old farmer who was driving the cart, choked up and said, "Slow down, don't jolt him, he will hurt..." Tears streamed down his face again.

Hanyu's lips were pale, and she couldn't sit still. She curled up on the straw behind the bullock cart, only a small ball.He looked at Mo Lan and waved his hands: "Let's go, child, there is always a banquet in the world, take good care of yourself... See you in the next life..."

See you in the next life... But do we really have an afterlife?