leave the wind on the grass

Qiu Xiaofeng woke up, as if he had a dream. In the dream, Chef Wang died.When Qiu Xiaofeng was still young, his brother brought Chef Wang back. When Chef Wang first came to the Sweeping Villa, he was actually a man of no words or smiles. The smell of oily smoke dyed his body with a thick layer of vulgar cooking smoke, and also made his face black and yellow.He was alone indulging in the spoonfuls of oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar mixed with all kinds of things in the world, swaying the scratches left by the years from swinging the spoon and stir-frying.The past is like smoke, he has no relatives, and he can't even remember his friends, so he just waits silently for the candle to burn out.

Then, suddenly there was a child beside the stove.

Every time the hot food comes out of the pan, the child keeps saliva, no matter whether it is hot or not, he will grab one and stuff it into his mouth.Chef Wang didn't have time to stop him, at first he just yelled angrily, "What are you eating, be careful to burn two bubbles in your mouth."

Of course, if children become obedient after being taught a lesson once, they will no longer be children.After a long time, Chef Wang gave up sadly, and simply cooked more and put them on a plate to cool.Probably when it was half cold, the child would sneak into the kitchen again, eating with oily hands.

"Young master, you are stealing again."

"I didn't." The child kicked the bone next to his foot and looked at him innocently.Shui Lingling's eyes seemed to be filled with tears.Chef Wang stretched out his hands and pinched his cheeks, thinking in his heart, if he had a child, he would be this old.

"The dishes are all cold, let me go back to the pot to reheat them." Chef Wang took out the plate, put it in the pot and stir-fried it a few times, and the dishes were licked clean before they were put on the plate.Even though the young master never had stomach troubles, he was a little worried about the child's health.

The young owner is making a fuss, and the older owner is not worrying.Originally, he was considered a talented, suave and handsome man, but he didn't know where to go and blinded his eyes.Chef Wang took care of his eyes every day, but his eyes could never come back.Years have passed, and the years are as good as before. Chef Wang has gotten used to it. He gets up in the morning to cook, then feeds the old hens in the chicken coop, waters the vegetable garden, cooks at noon, and in the afternoon, he goes all over the village to find someone who has gone somewhere. The owner, I am afraid that he will make another big basket for others, cook at night, and then lock the kitchen to prevent the young owner from stealing food.At night, I sit by the window where the breeze is blowing, looking at the moon with or without it in a trance.When I was tired, I went to lie down on the narrow navy blue bed covered with hemp quilt and had a deep sleep.Any troubles, joys and sorrows are dissipated at this moment.

In the past, the child once asked him, saying, how can he be considered dead?

Chef Wang scratched his hair and said casually, maybe it was just a dream that he would never wake up from.

The child was so frightened that he half died, and made a fuss for several days and nights without daring to sleep.

Chef Wang thought about it, and told him again that he just couldn't remember people, things, and everything.Others also forget about you.

The child tightly grasped his greasy cuff and cried, I don't want Chef Wang to die.

Why?

In this way, I will not be able to eat braised pork knuckles.

Qiu Xiaofeng sat on the bed in a daze, rubbed his eyes again, and looked at the dark and deep sky through the narrow window frame, the cold wind slowly blowing in from the swaying branches and swords.Qiu Xiaofeng couldn't help wrapping the quilt tightly.There are still more than a month before the Chinese New Year, and the weather is getting colder and colder.There was a plate of melon seeds on the table, Qiu Xiaofeng walked a few steps towards the table wrapped in a quilt, reached out his hand from under the quilt, grabbed one, put it in his mouth, and the salty taste spread between his teeth .Qiu Xiaofeng ate and ate, and suddenly burst into tears.

Chef Wang, dead.

He will never see that slightly fat man with pot ash on his face and greasy sleeves again.The smell of oily smoke from the kitchen and the busy figure are gone.

"Squeak-"

The door was pushed open, Qiu Xiaofeng looked around and saw Dongli walking in.He closed the door, the corner of his lips still had a gentle smile, like a cold glow and silver moon.

"Xiaofeng." He called softly.

Qiu Xiaofeng put down the melon seeds, threw the quilt away, and ran towards him in a hurry, grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands, and said viciously, "Chef Wang is so good, why did he die? You must have lied to me! You never Lie to me! When did you tell the truth!"

Dongli didn't move, and said, "I lied to you that Chef Wang is dead, what benefit can I get?"

Qiu Xiaofeng was startled, and clenched his teeth.

"If Chef Wang hadn't died, you would be under my control and stay in the Devil's Cult obediently. Now that Chef Wang is dead, you can escape as much as you want, wouldn't you be free? What does Xiaofeng think?"

Dongli smiled slightly, and said again, "I have ordered someone to bury his bones, and they are in that peony garden. If you want to see him, go see him."

"It must be you who killed him to punish me! Isn't it?" Qiu Xiaofeng cried with red eyes, trembling with anger, gnashing his teeth and shouting.

"Speaking of which, I will punish you." Dongli remembered, his eyes lowered, and he said again, "It's better for you to cut off your own finger."

"My hand is my own, and my person is also my own, so you can do whatever you want! You devil, if you let me escape, I, Qiu Xiaofeng, will definitely destroy you!" Qiu Xiaofeng's face was gloomy. Terrified, he clenched his hands into fists, his lips trembling.

Qiu Xiaofeng completely lost the cowardly and fearful look when he saw him on weekdays. As soon as he was scared, Qiu Xiaofeng immediately calmed down, and his voice was soft and waxy, with a puckered face, very cute look.When he looked carefully, Qiu Xiaofeng seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and there was not much flesh on his face.It is said that the body should be thinned first, if the face is thinned, it must have suffered a lot.But, even though he obviously feeds Qiu Xiaofeng with good food and drink, could it be that the food of the Demon Cult is not as good as that Chef Wang cooks for him on weekdays?

Although Qiu Xiaofeng has grown a lot taller, she seems a little thin and pitiful.However, Dongli didn't understand at all why Qiu Xiaofeng always made him angry.

Only he, Qiu Xiaofeng, has this ability.

"You're thinking wrong." Qiu Xiaofeng heard Dongli say, "Your hands are mine, your people are mine, and none of them are yours."

He was serious, and it was a matter of course.

"Also, you should never try to escape."

Dongli looked at Qiu Xiaofeng fixedly, regardless of Qiu Xiaofeng's face was pale as paper, he took two steps towards Qiu Xiaofeng, stretched out his hand to pinch Qiu Xiaofeng's face, and smiled softly.Qiu Xiaofeng looked at him in horror, almost out of breath, hurriedly opened his hand, took two steps back, and tremblingly supported the table behind him.

"I said earlier that no one will disobey me." He took two steps forward, dressed in purple like a firefly.He also said, "It's just that Xiaofeng is disobedient again and again, which is really hateful."

"Cutting off your own finger, you can think about it." He said with a cold face.

Qiu Xiaofeng stared at him as if he was staring at a ghost. Although this person had a great appearance and a fragrant and beautiful figure, it made people's hair stand on end.

Qiu Xiaofeng didn't know how to answer, but his expression turned cold, but he said with a tear in his voice, "If I cut off my own finger, the enmity between you and me will never end!"

"Never die?" Dong Li chuckled, and he raised his chin slightly, showing a haughty look.He was able to do things with ease, and his tone was brisk, "You and I want to grow old together, so naturally we will never die."

Dongli walked a few steps closer to Qiu Xiaofeng, looking at Qiu Xiaofeng's face with tears, he stretched out his fingers and gently wiped away the tears, "Xiaofeng, it's not good to cry, you always let me cry." People think you are a bully. Don't cry."

Qiu Xiaofeng wiped away tears and said angrily, "Aren't you going to break my finger?" He gritted his teeth, grabbed the carving knife on the table, put his hand on the table, and pointed towards the twisted and ugly little finger. Cut it down!Dong Li watched helplessly, he thought that Qiu Xiaofeng's greedy personality and fear of death would definitely not dare to make a real move, so he ignored him and let him make a fuss.

However, he was terrified and panicked.

Qiu Xiaofeng, that idiot, actually cut off his whole finger, and put it on the table with bloody flesh. The bright red blood flowed in the thin thread on the table, and the blood-soaked cinnabar glistened in his eyes.

Qiu Xiaofeng threw away the knife and sneered, "From now on, you and I will be enemies."

Dong Li pursed his lips and looked at him, Qiu Xiaofeng didn't cry and yell in pain as usual, he didn't seem to feel the pain.Blood gushed from his missing finger and quickly covered his entire palm.As if in a demonstration, Qiu Xiaofeng put his palms in front of him and stared at him viciously.It took a long time for Dongli to react.

"Come on!" Dong Li said coldly.

The attendant immediately came in from the door and knelt on the ground on one knee, "Your subordinate is here."

"Call Shi Yi over immediately!"

The man took the order and left.Qiu Xiaofeng didn't know what would happen and who Shi Yi was.In the past in the Devil's Cult, I have never heard of such a person.

Dongli glanced at the little finger that was broken on the table, and said coldly, "Qiu Xiaofeng, you are really powerful, do you think you can threaten me by doing this?"

Qiu Xiaofeng didn't mean to threaten him, if he didn't cut off his own finger according to what the devil said, how could he let it go, instead of letting him do it, it's better to do it himself, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

Hypocritical, shameless.

Simply because the little finger was already broken by him, it was already quite inconvenient, it would be better to cut it off cleanly, so that he would not always bring this matter up.Presumably, when Qiu Xiaofeng's bones were broken one by one, the devil would not be able to think of a move.

Dong Li stood still, staring at Qiu Xiaofeng, as if staring at someone he had never known before.

Not long after, a young man walked in.

The man was wearing a black short jacket, his hair was tied in a mess, and the clothes were not tied properly, the expression on his face was a bit indifferent to Fu Sheng, and his facial features were also distorted and contemptuous, not ugly at all.It's just that there is always a gloomy atmosphere coming from him.Qiu Xiaofeng was a little scared.The Demon Cult is like an unfathomable pool of water, always hiding grotesque people, making people unpredictable and fearful.

"What is the teacher talking about?" the man asked.

"Connect his fingers."

Shi Yi just glanced at Qiu Xiaofeng, then at the severed finger on the table, and said with a smile, "What kind of trick is this? The leader just kills people. What kind of hand will you take? Trouble."

"When did you become so bold?" Dong Li turned his head to look at him, his eyes were cold, and he hid the anger that was about to burn.

Shi Yi has always been like this. Others are afraid of the leader of the Demon Cult, but he is not.He has been obsessed with making poison all his life, and the Demon Cult just needs a person who is proficient in poison. It is very convenient for him to stay here and never lack people or medicine.After such a long period of time, he has lived here for quite some time.Come to think of it, it's been ten years.

"The leader should have known that I am diligent in making poison, and saving people is not easy." Shi Yi didn't move, but tilted his neck and looked at Qiu Xiaofeng.

"You can't do anything?"

Shi Yi thought for a while, and then said, "As I remember, Gong Zhenglian seems to be quite good at taking care of these things, the leader might as well go find him." He sneered, pointedly speaking, and leaned lazily on the door frame.A few strands of hair fell down, covering his eyebrows.

"I forgot, poison doctors are naturally inferior to genius doctors." Dong Li said with a sarcasm.

Shi Yi didn't care about his words, just waved his hand, turned around and left on his own, and said, "Poison doctors are not good, but it's a pity that the leader can't invite genius doctors." People dare to stop him.

Dong Li pursed his lips and slammed his fist on the wall.Qiu Xiaofeng only felt that the wall shook, and his whole body shook.When had Qiu Xiaofeng ever seen someone who dared to talk to Dong Li like this and still flaunted nothing, seeing Dong Li seemed so angry that even his face changed, there was no time to show any gentle smile or tenderness.It was the first time Qiu Xiaofeng had seen him so angry that he felt like he had become an ordinary person.

However, Qiu Xiaofeng couldn't guess his movements.

Dongli laughed again for a moment, and Qiu Xiaofeng's hair was terrified by the tragic smile.Dongli walked over, grabbed Qiu Xiaofeng's hand, brought the hand with a broken finger in front of his eyes, and looked carefully.

Qiu Xiaofeng felt cold all over, and saw Dongli gave him a cold look, bent his lips and smiled, and said, "Wouldn't it be a waste to shed so much blood?"

Qiu Xiaofeng froze for a moment, but felt more pain in the palm of his hand. He opened his eyes wide in a daze, and saw Dongli put his broken finger into his mouth, and licked the broken bone back and forth with the tip of his tongue. It was stained with crimson blood, which turned out to be very charming.

Qiu Xiaofeng felt pain and numbness in his fingers, and his fingers connected to his heart. This feeling was extremely subtle.The soft lips and tongue make people feel happy and alive, but they are also painful.

Suddenly, Qiu Xiaofeng was so painful that he almost fainted.

The devil bit him hard, and the severed finger might be broken again.

Dong Li put down his hand, reached out to pull Qiu Xiaofeng into his arms, and kissed that pale lips.Qiu Xiaofeng only felt a sticky aroma lingering between his mouth and mouth.Dongli kissed him, not wanting to let go for a moment.Qiu Xiaofeng didn't know what to think of, and felt very scary.This demon is always so weird.

After a long time, Qiu Xiaofeng finally caught the gap and took a deep breath.

Dong Li tilted his head and chuckled a few times, and said in his ear, "I really want to chop you into pieces and eat you."