Doyoshi Kazume

In early spring, it rained continuously for several days, and the cat in the alley lay lazily under the eaves, licking its paws and looking up at the sky.

"Xiaohang, hurry up and move all the flowers in the yard. See if the rain won't stop." Mother came out from the back room.

"Hey, here we come." Zhou Hang ran back from the alley in a hurry.

The mother looked at the child running back with bare feet and said, "You have stepped on the water again, haven't you! Don't worry about catching cold and pricking your feet!"

"I'll help you carry the flowers." Zhou Hang put on his shoes from under the eaves, lifted the flowers, and smiled sweetly, showing his white teeth.

The mother shook her head, there was really nothing she could do with the child.I don't know why I like playing with water.

As soon as it rains, I go to the alley to tread water with bare feet, without an umbrella, a little lunatic.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the wild flowers on the roadside and the crops in the fields have all suffered.

The river seemed to be able to show its skills at last, frantically turning the waves against the bridge in the middle of the river.

Suddenly, the flood seemed to have escaped the trap, collapsed the small bridge, washed away the crops, and hit the village.

In just a split second, the quiet and peaceful village that was still smoky with smoke was filled with desperate screams the next second.

Zhou Hang watched all this quietly.

Watch as the floodwaters cover houses, sweep away crops, and loot livestock.

Watching my mother holding herself up and being swept away by the flood.

He was so frightened that he forgot how to cry.

A few days later, the sun cleared, and the flood faded away little by little under the sun's rays. The only remaining people knelt down and worshiped.

But besides being happy, I also felt worried. The crops were all soaked, what to eat, and how to live next.

After discussion, everyone decided to go to the capital to make a living.

"Take that child, the parents are gone, how hard it is for me."

Ever since watching his mother disappear into the flood in front of his eyes, Zhou Hang didn't say a word, but just followed the crowd to the north towards the capital in a dull manner.

People say that it is a treasure land, a treasure land where the emperor is present, and a treasure land where you can have enough food.

On the way, Zhou Hang met Old Li Tou.

"Child, I heard that you can play the sanxian." Lao Li sat beside Zhou Hang with a flattering face on his head.

Zhou Hang looked up and said nothing, wondering what kind of medicine this man was selling in his gourd.

"Look at you now, you don't have enough to eat and don't wear warm clothes, are you hungry?" Lao Li took out two snow-white white flour steamed buns from his bosom, and shook them in front of Zhou Hang.

Zhou Hang, who had been hungry for four or five days, stared straight at the steamed bun, but did not speak.

"I know you're hungry, so I'll give you something to eat." Old Li stretched out his hand, Zhou Hang was about to take it, but Old Li stretched it back, "I want to eat, then you have to promise to pull the string for me!"

All Zhou Hang thought about now was eating, so he couldn't care less about anything else, so he took the steamed bun and ate it.

"You kid, I like it, happy!" Old Li patted Zhou Hang's shoulder, "When I get to the capital, there will be my troupe over there, and I will give you a penny every day."

Zhou Hang nodded.He thought that after entering the capital, a good day would come. Even though he didn’t have a lot of money to play accompaniment in Liyuan, at least he would be able to make ends meet. Then he saved money and went back to his hometown to erect a tombstone for his mother’s funeral, so that she could look decent.

Originally, I came here fleeing for my life. I was injured or sick, and I stopped and stopped along the way. I walked from Nanjing to the capital for half a year before I arrived.

But who knew that when he arrived in the capital, it was not what he thought at all.

This old Li Tou seemed to be a different person, he threw Zhou Hang in a dilapidated yard, and locked the door.A few children were locked in every three to five people.

Zhou Hang understood that he had entered a den of thieves.He always planned to escape, but how could he have imagined that there were people guarding the broken yard inside and outside, dragging the escaped Zhou Hang back and almost beating him to death.

"Boy, if you still want to run, you just pull the strings for me honestly, and I will guarantee you enough food." Lao Li threw down the stick and said fiercely.

The unaccompanied capital, the cold capital.Zhou Hang really had no choice but to obediently follow Old Li, performing tricks and deceiving people everywhere.He has done tricks and big swords.

Before dawn, Old Li dragged Zhou Hang up and told him to follow him to the market outside the city to perform.

Zhou Hang was starved for five days because of his escape, his eyes were dazzled and he staggered down the street, only the biting cold wind could wake him up.

As soon as he turned a corner, he bumped into the carriage that was galloping towards him. Zhou Hang stopped without moving.

"You don't have long eyes?" What ushered in was not freedom, but scolding.

Zhou Hang lowered his head and said nothing, letting the coachman scold him.

The moving voice from the carriage pierced Zhou Hang's heart.

"It doesn't matter."

Zhou Hang looked towards the sound, and a man wearing a dark green brocade robe came down from the carriage. The auspicious clouds embroidered on the low robe were lifelike, and then set off by the snow, it was like a picture of a fairy descending to the mortal world.

Zhou Hang had never seen such a handsome man.A pair of gentle eyes smiled at him, his voice was melodious, and he cared for him tenderly.

"Go and add some clothes, don't catch a cold."

Zhou Hang was at a loss for words for a moment, this was the first time in half a year that someone really cared about him, and his eyes turned red.

This is the warm sun in winter, Zhou Hang thought in his heart.

Until the husband got into the carriage and disappeared at the city gate until it turned into a small black dot, Zhou Hang didn't dare to say a word, he was afraid that if he spoke, he would wake up this dream, a beautiful dream.

The warmth went from his hands to his heart, and the snowflakes floated into his eyes, which made his nose sore, and he shed tears.

He stood in place until the sun set, a thick layer of snow fell on his shoulders and head.

What greeted him back in the yard was not a cordial greeting, but a stick.

Zhou Hang was already numb, even though the stick fell on him fiercely, he hugged the stove tightly in his arms.And those eyes, this is my hope of living in the future, the only bit of warm sun in the cold winter.

Zhou Hang struggled to open his eyes, the corners of which were filled with tears, and the pillow was already wet a lot.

"Xiaohang, what's the matter?" Meng Hetang hurried over and asked when he heard the movement.

Hearing Brother Meng's voice, Zhou Hang calmed down and looked straight ahead.

Seeing Zhou Hang who was sweating profusely in front of him, Meng Hetang felt distressed, so he circled him, and said softly in a coaxing tone, "Have you had a nightmare? It's okay, it's all fake." Pat on Zhou Hang's back.

"Brother Meng, call me Jiuliang from now on." Zhou Hang, who was in Meng Hetang's arms, took a deep breath and said, feeling real and reliable.

"Okay."

I want to forget that Zhou Hang from the past, and just be your Zhou Jiuliang, saved by you, warmed by you, melted by you, reborn, Zhou Jiuliang.

The nightmare has passed, and the future can be expected.