pillow mountain river

Those were a pair of eyes that were different from others, gentle and clear.

The child watched so intently that the blanket slipped off him without him noticing.

The man leaned over to pick up the blanket, put it in the child's arms again, turned and left without saying anything.

The child stared at the man's leaving figure until it disappeared into the alley and was never seen again.He looked away blankly, then looked down at the blanket in his arms.

The dark gray blanket was stained and starched many times, but it was still soft and warm to the touch.The child hung his head, his cold cheek pressed against the blanket.

He grinned.

The snow falls from late autumn to early spring this year.Even after the Waking of Insects, the dirty snow on the ground still hasn't melted.It was still cold, snow fell from time to time, and many people in the north froze to death.

The victims traveled all the way south, dressed in ragged clothes, and even this remote village and town had many emaciated refugees with their families and their families.

In March, the genius picks up.As soon as the winter snow melted, the stench of corpses along the road was overwhelming.

Those bones that exposed the wilderness and no one collected their corpses were passed around by the village women for two or three days, and no one cared about them anymore.Years of famine continue, there are too many dead people, and human life is cheaper than wild dogs.

The people in the town lived as usual, sowing, farming, and irrigating. The days were good or bad, and no one would have thought that the disaster was close at hand.

"My son came back and said that many people died in the north."

Another person wondered, "The sky is getting warmer, why are there still people freezing to death?"

"Who knows, I only know that the price of white cloth in the shop has increased, and people are robbing paper money and white candles."

"These years have been full of disasters. There were droughts in the past few years, and snowstorms this year."

After listening, the village woman looked around, lowered her voice, and murmured in her companion's ear, "Don't you think that after the birth of the youngest son of the Lin family, the first half of the year has not been smooth and rainy."

"I've heard people say that this kid has evil spirits in his life, shouldn't he..."

The words stopped abruptly, and a trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the two of them.The village women all looked to the northwest, which was the direction of the small courtyard of the Lin family.

The news from the north spread to the desert, and spread among the people with embellishment. The listeners shook their heads and sighed, lamenting that the famine year is not easy.But even if the people in the north died out, life would still go on as usual.

Until, something happened in the town.The eldest son of the Zhang family died suddenly.That boy is strong and strong, and he seldom gets sick on weekdays. Recently, he caught a cold and had a high fever.

Zhang's family thought that after two days of rest, the fever would go away, but they lost weight day by day, and died yesterday.The Zhang family wept unceasingly, because of the sudden death, they did not dare to make a big funeral, so they bought a coffin overnight and buried it.

The death of the Zhang family's son was just the beginning. The Zhang family's daughter-in-law, Li Shi, also fell ill after her husband left. At first she felt dizzy and then had a high fever.

The Zhang family didn't dare to take it lightly, so they invited a doctor overnight and took several doses of medicine. Not only did the disease not get better, but it got worse, and even the doctor contracted a cold.

People in the town caught wind and cold one after another, and almost every household had someone who fell ill.

Corpses wrapped in white cloth were buried in batches, and eventually even the coffin coffins became sick, and the dead had to be wrapped in mats and buried hastily.

People finally know that the disaster has come.

"Father, Father," the child threw himself on the man and wept bitterly. The man on the bed was weak, his face flushed, and he only half-opened his eyes and silently looked at the woman.

The woman's eye circles were red, but the tears could no longer flow.The man closed his eyes, his fingers drooping softly.The child seemed to feel something in his heart and cried out.

"Quan'er, get up and say goodbye to your father," the woman said softly with empty eyes.

There was also a child in the room, hiding in a corner, wearing old clothes he picked up, showing his bony arms.When the man died, he twitched his eyebrows and turned his head to look in the direction of the bed.

The child tremblingly got up from the ground and walked to the bedside, there was water in his black and white eyes.

"Go away!" Lin Quan pushed him to the ground, "It's all your fault! You loser! You villain!"

The child continued to stand up tremblingly, and walked unsteadily to the bed.He had only taken two steps, and was pushed away by his brother again, his forehead hit the table leg, and blood was dripping instantly.

The child's eyes were covered with blood, and he could hardly see anything, but he got up stubbornly and walked to the side of the man.

At this time, a pair of big hands pushed him to the ground.

The strength is completely different from that of a child, even if it is only from a woman's hand, it can still make him unable to stand up for a long time.

Fortunately, the blood oozing from his forehead covered his eyes, and he didn't see a trace of disgust flashing in the woman's eyes.This most familiar gaze came from his only reliance.

The child walked outside the door consciously and sat with his knees hugged under the eaves of the door.

Recently, more and more corpses wrapped in white cloth have been transported from one end of the alley to the other end of the alley.

The calm face swept across the cold corpses.

The wind lifted a corner of the white cloth, revealing a pale face, and black air was lingering around the body of the dead man. This man was born with a raised mouth corner, like a light smile. The gentle smile dilutes the black air on his face, which makes him Looked like a sleeping man.

Weary and numb, the stretcher bearers carried the body to the cemetery.

Behind the two adults was a child. The child was very thin and thin, and his height was only slightly higher than the adult's waist height. people go away.

During the dog days, the child shivered from the cold.

He returned to the steps and sat huddled up on the threshold, with his arms crossed and hugged tightly, but no matter how he changed his position, he was still cold.The coldness engraved into the bone marrow follows like a shadow.

After a while, the child's brother also fell ill.The twins born just one day apart, the elder brother is much taller than the younger brother, and once they lose weight, they will look even more terrifying.The naked eyes on the cheeks are gone, and the bones on the chest support the thin skin.

The woman sat on the edge of the bed disheveled, her dry hair scattered in a mess.She was holding unfinished medicine in her hand, and she only fed a spoonful or two before her eyes went blank, and the spoon in her hand fell to the ground, splashing the bitter medicine.

"Quan'er, drink the medicine," the woman said softly, putting her empty hand to her son's mouth.

No one responded to her.

"Drink the medicine," the woman withdrew her hand, dipped her fingers into the medicine juice, and touched the child's lips with her dripping fingertips.The cold lips were purple, and the pale face was lifeless.

The medicine bowl fell from his hand, and it shattered with a bang.

The woman howled and cried bitterly on the body of the dead eldest son.

Another child in the room stood in the corner like a ghost, neither crying nor fussing, neither sad nor happy.

Inside the shrine.The incense is lingering.

"The plague is raging, someone must have broken the fate of heaven, the wrath of heaven will not be appeased, and the disaster will continue!"

"It's that kid from the Lin family. That kid was shot with evil spirits. He killed his father and elder brother. Now he wants to kill everyone in our town!"

"If he doesn't die, we will die!"

"kill him!"

The red-eyed person broke into the Lin's house, and the vegetables in the Lin's yard were all withered, and the pumpkin seedlings that climbed the vines were only left with dry trunks that were entwined on the wall like cobwebs.

The woman of the Lin family died of her husband and eldest son, sitting on the bed in a daze.Looking at the little son who was struggling in the hands of the adults, she grinned and showed a sneer.

The emaciated child was restrained by an adult, like a chicken cub, unable to turn back.He stared, bared his teeth, and showed the fierce look of a puppy, but was dizzy from a slap.

"It's this kid, not him, so many people wouldn't die!"

"Tie him up and send him to the ancestral hall!"

With his hands locked behind his back and his knees on the ground, the child's hair was disheveled, and his old clothes were ripped open, exposing his skinny chest.He finally felt a little fear, his eyebrows trembled, and his eyes stared at the woman on the bed.

The woman had no expression on her face, she didn't even roll her eyes when she looked at the men who broke into the house.

After autumn, one autumn rain and one cold.It rained lightly at night, and the morning was terribly cold. The child was only wearing a single piece of clothing, which barely covered his body, let alone sheltered him from the cold.But for him, suffering from cold and starvation is commonplace, he took a breath to warm his palms, and sat quietly in the corner of the room.

From morning to night, the child was kept in a small dark room, with only a narrow skylight above his head, through which the faint light of the sky came in, leaving a beam of light in front of him.

The thin palm is immersed in the light, and the fine dust floats in the palm.

He foolishly waited for the door to open, and the light would cast on that person's face, that person might be a woman with a delicate face, or a man with a pair of gentle eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, the door opened, and behind the door stood a tall and strong adult.

The bushy eyebrows were like two sharp swords, and disgusted eyes shot out from the eagle's eyes, wishing to burn a hole in the child's body.

The child's eyes fell behind the adult, and there was no one else but him.

"Go!" the man said in a low voice.

The child ignored him and continued to wait quietly in the corner.The man picked up his clothes, like a two-legged beast, and left the dark room.

The black head, or disgusted or disgusted eyes shot out from the red eyeballs.

Children bound hands and feet with ropes knelt before the crowd like sinners.

"Kill him! If it wasn't for him, my son wouldn't have died!" A middle-aged man stared at his red eyes, wishing he could tear apart and eat the child.

"If the evil son of the Lin family is not eliminated, Ping'an Town will never be safe!"

"Old Fu, quickly push this brat down to comfort the undead!"

The child stared blankly at the familiar or unfamiliar faces, their hatred and anger puzzled him so much.He opened a pair of black and white eyes and looked at the crowded crowd below.

Finally, he saw a very familiar figure in the crowd.

A thin woman stood among the crowd, her disheveled hair fluttering in the wind, her once beautiful face was now only left with a straight bridge of nose.

As if a ray of light fell on him, the child looked at the woman with a smile on his dirty face.

The woman looked coldly at the little son on the table, turned around and left, and gradually disappeared from the child's sight until she could no longer see him.

Auntie...

The child wanted to reach out, but his arms were behind his back, unable to move.

A huge force pushed him into the deep pit.His gaze flickered, and there was warm applause behind him, and the full moon shattered into dust in his eyes.

The child was lying on the bottom of the pit, and the moon was hanging outside the deep pit. He couldn't stop breathing, his lungs were in severe pain, and the smell of blood spread from his throat all the way up.

Broken bones were inserted into the internal organs, and the eyes, mouth corners, and ear holes were bleeding continuously.

But he was not dead yet, and a full moon reunited in front of him.

A hissing sound came from nearby, and the cold scales shone silvery under the moonlight.The bottom of the pit was actually a nest of snakes.

The long snake slithered over the child's cooling body.

It's so cold.he thinks.

The child slowly closed his eyes.

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