I'm not unlucky at all

There was a lot of dust and dust in the house without an owner for a year, half-burned candles were on the candlesticks, a piece of the window paper was probably chewed off by a mouse, and the cool breeze blew into the house.

Song Xing stood groping in the room, lifted the gauze curtain on the bed, and suddenly heard the sound of flipping papers.

The source is that from the foot of the bed, a dozen yellowed white papers were half-stuck under the quilt and randomly intertwined.

After brushing off the dust on the paper, the dense and scribbled handwriting on the paper was revealed, but perhaps because the writer was not satisfied with what he wrote at the time, he used ink to smear a lot of handwriting, but messed up the manuscripts one by one. It's a mess.

Song Xing brought the rice paper close to his eyes, and carefully identified each handwriting on it, and it took him a long time to recognize that it was a love poem.

It snowed heavily all night, and early the next morning, the sky outside was dazzlingly white.

Song Xing opened his eyes from the bed he was leaning against.

He gathered up his outer shirt, folded the scattered manuscripts on the quilt and put them into his cuffs.

When they returned to Song's house, the two women who should have been cleaning and working in the yard on weekdays were quietly standing in front of Cui's gate, not daring to make a sound.

Until they saw Song Xing appearing in front of them, the two women showed expressions of gratitude.

"Sir, where did you go last night? The old lady is so anxious to death!" The slightly fatter woman said anxiously, "The old lady asked us this morning and found out that you disappeared. I don't know how anxious I was. Hurry up!" Go in and meet the old lady."

The other thinner woman was hesitant to speak.

Song Xing saw the performance of the two of them in his eyes, opened the door and entered the room, and saw the woman who was lying on his bed last night kneeling in front of Cui's bed, with a frightened expression on her expression.

Looking away from the woman without a trace, Song Xing glanced at Cui Shi, who was livid and helpless on the couch, and walked forward slowly.

"Where did you go yesterday?" Cui asked, barely standing up.

Song Xing lowered her eyebrows, pretending she didn't hear her question, and then covered Cui Shi with the quilt, "It snowed last night, it was cold outside, mother, don't get cold."

"Are you trying to force mother to death?" Cui has been bedridden for a long time, and is tortured by the illness, and now the whole person's emotions seem to be on the verge of collapse.

Song Xing turned his head to look at the woman kneeling on the ground.

The woman didn't dare to lift her head, and her body trembled slightly.

Sighing from the bottom of her heart, Song Xing touched the back of Cui Shi's withered hand, and said softly: "If my son doesn't force his mother, just leave this girl in my room."

Cui couldn't believe him, and grabbed his hand again and said, "You finally promised mother?"

Song Xing said yes.

Cui was very happy for a moment, and no longer let the woman on the ground continue to kneel down, but became more pleasant, and even put a bracelet that she hid in the cabinet on the woman with her own hands.

Women are flattered.

Since then, one more member of the Song family has slept in the main house every night.

"You just take good care of my mother, make her happy, and wait for her... I will set you free." Song Xing held the woman's contract of prostitution in her hand, and reached an agreement with the woman.

Song Xing later gave one of the two working women three taels of silver to let her go, leaving only the one who talked less.

Cui was sick and couldn't get out of the house, and naturally he didn't know if his son lived in the same room with a woman, and he just hoped that the woman's belly would be able to compete for more breath.

Song Xing took a few days to clean out the yard next door, and lived in alone.

During the period, he suffered from low-grade fever intermittently for a while, and did not ask a doctor to take medicine, so he could only endure it by himself.

Did Cui survive the spring of last year? Before the end of his life, the old man who had suffered for most of his life even became very difficult to breathe.

She still left on a sunny and not too cold day, but before she left, she was still worried about her son's failure to marry a wife and have children, so she felt uneasy even if she left.

Song Xing buried Cui's family in front of the grave of her husband who died young, and erected a tomb for Song Lianping next to the two graves.

After the burial, he sent a letter to Song Lianyu in Beijing.

Later, there was a reply letter from Beijing, which said that Song Lianyu cried and fainted inexplicably after hearing the news of Cui's death, and then the doctor checked the pulse, but it was accidentally diagnosed that Song Lianyu was two months pregnant. I'm afraid it's not convenient for the time being. Go back to worship.

Song Xing wrote back another letter, saying that there was no problem.

As soon as the Cui family left, the Song family was completely empty.

The rest of the servants and women got back their own contracts of prostitution.

Before leaving, Song Xing gave the two of them an extra tael of silver.

The two were very grateful, and then they each packed their money and went to a new life.

On the day of Kong Sibo's first birthday party, Song Xing entrusted someone to deliver a small golden lock to Kong Sibo, but before he arrived, he said to the outside world that his bad luck might have offended the Kong family child.

On that day, Song Xing sold the Song family's house, brought a simple salute, and lived in a small village full of peach blossoms near Sifang Town.

030 said: "Xiao, are you going to hide from the world?"

Song Xing replied that there is nothing wrong with planting land.

There is nothing else in the small village except a lot of land.

Song Xing spent a small amount of money to buy a small two mu of land from the village chief and planted some fruit trees.

He hasn't thought about the life before his death for a long time, but during that time he often thinks about the days when he was a child.

In the memory, it is no longer the Song family's grandma's preference for him and his cousins, but the appearance of the old man when he sowed and cultivated.

Compared with gourd painting, it was barely decent in the end.

Life in the small village was very leisurely, and most people in the village were illiterate. Sometimes the villagers would come to Song Xing to read or write letters for them, and they paid one or two copper coins each time.

Work at sunrise and rest at sunset, spring goes and autumn comes.

In the past three years, most of the fruit saplings planted by Song Xing have blossomed and bear fruit.

If I can't eat it myself, I give some to the villagers, and sell the rest.

Another day, when the weather was just right, Song Xing was called by the young people in the village to catch fish.

The water in the river is crystal clear and it is easy to see fish swimming by.

Song Xing rolled up his trouser legs and went into the river with a few people. The water in the river was not cold, just below his calves.

030 happily waiting for the whole fish feast.

Song Xing said, "Tonight we will have stewed fish soup."

030 said yes, and hummed a new tune he had learned.

After all, he wasn't as strong as the young man next to him. Song Xing threw himself into the air several times in a row, and only half an hour later managed to clasp one of them with his ten fingers.

"I'm awesome!" 030 said cheerfully.

However, in the next second, an alarm that seemed to be piercing the eardrum suddenly sounded, and 030's cheerful voice stopped, and he almost panicked: "The current loneliness value of Destiny Child is 99."

The caught fish swung its tail with great force, and the predator escaped control smoothly, and quickly swam into the water and disappeared.

It splashed three feet of water behind it, hitting Song Xing's eyes.

It hurts.

At the end of the day, all the youths in the village had caught baskets full of fish, but Song Xing sat on the bank in a daze and found nothing.

Shen Wang's loneliness value stopped at 99, and it didn't rise above 100 even after nightfall.

Song Xing couldn't read a book in the middle of the night, his mind was full of mess.

030 cautiously persuaded him: "Xiaoxi, why don't we go to Beijing, otherwise the mission fails, and you really can't return to your own world."

Song Xing said, "System, let me think about it."

The next day, at dawn, Song Xing went to the post house with a letter addressed to Beijing.

The days of living in the village seem to remain the same.

But 030 was intimidated by the loneliness value of 99 at the beginning. Later, if Shen Wang's loneliness value fluctuated slightly, it would report to Song Xing like an alarm.

The loneliness value is unstable, but in the past month, Shen Wang's loneliness value has dropped from 99 to over 30, and then climbed directly to 98 in one day, and then fell back after a few days.

Song Xing didn't know what happened to the man, but his spirit became a little more anxious day by day, and one day he even cut his finger with a knife while peeling an apple.

Blood trickled down the ground between the fingers and splashed.

030 panicked and said: "Xiao, you are injured!"

Song Xing belatedly covered her fingers, got up and rummaged through the cabinet for the medicine.

It was at this time that the chickens in the yard began to chirp, followed by a very violent knocking on the door.

"Is Lian Ping's home?" The village head's old and hearty voice sounded outside the house, "A few foreigners came to the village, and they said they came from Kyoto. I thought about it for a wife named Song. Lian Ping Boy, they should be looking for you, right?"

030 also exclaimed at the same time: "The system detects that Destiny's Child is nearby, and the current loneliness value is 97..."

The white powder was scattered all over the place.

The expression on Song Xing's face was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly raised his head and looked outside the door.

Outside the door, the old village chief was still calling the door cheerfully, and there was the sound of chicken cubs chattering in the yard.

The sun was shining and the temperature was just right.