Male Fox Liaozhai Fanran

In autumn, the weather turns cold, cold rains come one after another, and the sky is gloomy all day long, with a solemn face and no hint of sunshine.

The stove in the bedroom was burning, and the transparent heat was transpiring, making people sweat all over. The windows were tightly closed, and the warm air was filled with a faint scent of agarwood.

The quilts on the bed were all brand new, the snow-white silk felt as smooth as fat, and those that were stained with blood that day were all thrown into the fire by Bai Ze.Under the soft brocade quilt that was spread out, a thin person was wrapped, even if his eyebrows and eyes were tightly closed, he couldn't hide his handsome appearance.

Not long after, a slight footstep broke the stillness. The visitor pushed the door open a small crack, stepped into the room, and hurriedly closed it again, holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, in which black and thick juice was slowly rippling, bitter and bitter. Immediately, it filled the room.

"Xiu Lang, drink the medicine."

The fox responded, but opened his eyes and slowly raised his head to look at the man. His thin and pale face was expressionless, like petals falling from the rain, pale and almost colorless, and his slender eyebrows were slightly frowned. Underneath are two haggard eyes that seem to have countless sleepless eyes, and the corners of the eyes are slightly red.

Bai Ze couldn't tell how uncomfortable he felt when he saw it.

He put down the medicine bowl in his hand, raised his hand and carefully wrapped the man's shoulder, straightened his soft and thin body, stuffed a cushion behind the man's waist, and said, "Take the medicine."

"Ah."

The fox was very obedient, with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes, without saying a word, when Bai Ze fed him, he would slowly sip with the spoon.

The bitter taste of the medicine made Bai Ze's nose a little uncomfortable, but the man seemed to have lost his sense of taste, as if chewing wax, as if bitter and sweet entered his mouth, there was no difference.

A long thread of jet-black concoction slid down the snow-white chin. Bai Ze took the veil and gently wiped it off for that person, asking in a low voice, "Is it bitter?"

The fox was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly, but said again: "It's not bitter."

After speaking, I couldn't help coughing a few times.

The fox's voice was hoarse that day, and his throat was cut so badly that he was about to bleed when he spoke. After raising it for many days, it only improved a little bit. If you don't listen carefully, you don't know what the man said. A low, muffled syllable was heard.

A large bowl of concoction was quickly drained, the fox suppressed the urge to vomit and leaned down, his stomach twisted and his face turned pale.

"Bai Ze, open the window, the room is stuffy."

Hearing this, Bai Ze got up, fearing that the fox would be exposed to the wind again, he shook off a thin quilt that covered the man carefully, covering all corners and corners, and then got up to open the window.

The thin autumn rain fell in silently, wet the ground under the corner of the window, the cold wind shook the green bamboos in front of the window, and the cold air penetrated into the house and into the cracks in the man's aching bones.

Suddenly, a few crisp cries and light rain fell into my ears unexpectedly, and a weak "babbling" made people feel pitiful for no reason. The fox was stunned for a moment with his lips tightly pressed, his long eyelashes trembled suddenly, and his chest quietly heaved violently. .

His pale five fingers were as thin as sticks, clean as jade, and they clasped the edge of the bed tremblingly. The owner of those hands seemed to have exhausted all his strength to prevent the bursting emotions in his heart from gushing out.

"Bai Ze... outside..."

Almost a month has passed since that day. Taking advantage of the time when the fox was asleep, Bai Ze eliminated everyone who had anything to do with the Taoist priest. Nine was rescued and returned.

In the beginning, Liu Zigu persevered every day to wait outside the gate of He's house, standing there for a whole day, wearing a gray cloth gown, covering his thin body, as if he was covering a wandering bird with nowhere to go. soul.

There was a dim light in the scholar's eyes, as if he only hoped that there would be someone who would push open the dark and heavy door. That person was wearing a snow-white cloud shirt, with long hair hanging down his waist, smiling eyes, and his words and deeds were elegant and elegant. Unparalleled elegance.

Gradually, as the days went by, Liu Zigu was no longer attached. Firstly, Axiu's body was getting heavier and she couldn't do without someone to take care of her. Second, Liu Xun had also reached the age of mischief. He always took the lead in making troubles in the school. If no one watched it, it would probably knock off the roof of the house.Endless trifles submerge people into an endless loop that seems to be the same every day.The days are muddled, there is no pain or itching, there is a lump in my heart that is quietly shelved, if I don't touch it, I don't think about it, as if it doesn't exist.

Everything is like a boat floating on a windless river, the silence is shocking.

That night, the scholar returned to the old house of the Liu family, but he did not see the fox. In the empty hall, the ground was in a mess, like a battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke. There was only a cold corpse lying on the ground in a pool of blood, and its gray hair was soaked in blood. , entangled into a mass of indistinguishable colors.

The scholar approached tremblingly, and when he saw the face of the corpse, he breathed a sigh of relief, but his legs and feet suddenly went limp, and he sat slumped on the ground, unable to move.

His mind was extremely clear for a moment, and scenes of scenes were spinning like a circus in front of Scarlet's eyes.

First, Axiu couldn't afford to be ill, and then the old doctor asked him to look for a Taoist temple. It happened that a Taoist priest appeared in front of him out of thin air, and arranged the fox into a real evil monster. His coma was attributed to the word "evil spirit".

The funny thing is, I believed it myself.

Without any verification or comparison, and relying entirely on other people's casual words, he pushed the blindfolded person to the edge of a dark cliff, in front of a cold blade.

Leave him alone in this empty and lifeless old house.

As soon as he read this, the scholar blocked his throat with a mouthful of hot blood, and sprayed it on the front of his lapel without any warning, the warm liquid burned his throat sorely.

Liu Zigu didn't know how he got home that day, and as soon as he got back, he fell headfirst into the threshold, feeling sleepy and unconscious.

Axiu just happened to be sick for many days.

After recovering a bit, when the scholar hurried to He Zhai again, the closed door was like a heavy stone on his heart, and he never opened it again.

The autumn rain was swaying, and the cold wind poured into the room like small cold blades, opening gaps in the hot air. Bai Ze leaned against the window, raised his hand to cover the window, but left a small gap.

The fox lay sideways on the inner side of the bed, closed his eyes tightly but tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, and the baby cries quietly slipped in through the crack of the window, like the first touch of green in the east wind, timid, fragile and pitiful, he spotted people Drill into the softest place in my heart.

The fox closed his eyes and clenched the front of his chest, his thin shirt was soaked with sweat from his palms, his face half-buried in the pillow turned paler, and the short, tender cries in his ears were like Ling Chi's knives, gouging out his flesh and bones with each stroke, life and death Drag people into the endless night of that day.

He doesn't want to think about it anymore, but he can't turn a blind eye. Every trace of flesh and blood on his body, every thin string in his mind seems to be drawn by that little life, trembling back and forth with the cries, and he can hardly control himself. .

There was another burst of crisp crying, entangled in his ears together with the sound of Ah Jiu smashing something on the ground in a hurry.

The fox gritted his teeth and stood up quickly, his long hair pressed against his cheeks with the sudden gust of wind brought by his body. He looked at Bai Ze with burning eyes, and his nails unknowingly twisted the satin quilt under him. After a while, Then he said in a hoarse voice, "He... that child... why is he always crying?"

Looking at the worried face of the fox, Bai Ze smiled as expected, closed the window tightly, and said in a low voice: "The child is young, and he can't see his own father. It's natural to cry and fuss. It's not that I don't know, the sloppy hands and feet may be a mistake and bumped that little guy..."

Hearing this, the fox frowned even deeper, his heart tightened, and he blurted out: "How can that be done? I'll go and see him!"

With that said, he lifted the quilt and landed on the ground with bare feet.

Bai Ze approached the front of the collapse in two steps, stretched out his hand to stabilize the man's precarious body, lowered his head and leaned close to the fox's ear, and gently persuaded him: "Don't move, he's next door, I'll go and hug him and show you, okay?" good?"

"Well, then you go quickly, go now, hurry up..."

Bai Ze looked at the man's slightly flushed cheeks and the flustered look in his eyes, and he couldn't help but smile and said, "Okay, okay, you go back to bed and lie down, it's cold in the ground."

The fox immediately obediently obeyed, went to bed and covered the quilt meticulously, his back was slightly tense against the bed rail, his snow-white face was full of anticipation and anxiety.

Just as Bai Ze walked to the door, a nervous "Wait!" came from behind him.

He turned back and said, "What's wrong?"

"I...look...not too ugly, right? Am I...very haggard?"

Hearing this, Bai Ze's heart seemed to be clenched by something, and it hurt hard.

He raised his eyes, and saw a thin and pale face. His long black hair was a little dry, and it was scattered on his thin chest in a messy way. With a pointed chin, a pair of long and narrow peach eyes were full of fatigue. Although she is still smiling, the two dimples are shining dimly and tenaciously like the stars in the early morning.

"You're not haggard at all, Xiulang, you're still so pretty."

It's good to see that I want him to give all he has to change.

The fox was taken aback for a moment, didn't speak, lowered his head and smiled quietly.

When the child was carried by Bai Ze, the child had stopped crying, only two transparent teardrops hung on the creamy pink face, the small mouth was slightly opened, and he couldn't help sobbing softly, around the big black and watery eyes It is red and swollen like a ripe peach, as if it has been greatly wronged. The heart of the person watching it has turned into a pool of spring water, flowing and rippling.

After seeing the fox, the little baby smiled like a little peach blossom blown away by the east wind. It was so bright and bright, dragging its chubby body and kept rushing forward. Several times, Bai Ze almost couldn't hug him. .

The fox, however, was in a trance, looked up at Bai Ze in a daze, and said, "He... what does he want?"

Bai Ze sat down next to the fox, and said earnestly, "Maybe he wants you to hug him, so he gets close to you."

"Me? I can't do it...I don't care...I'm afraid, I'm afraid it will be broken..."

"Then touch him, it's very soft and comfortable."

The fox frowned and hesitated again and again, and finally raised his hand and stretched out a finger, and gently touched the little guy's cheek with his fingertips. The fingertips instantly seemed to be immersed in soft glutinous rice balls, which were cold and slippery. , a light milky fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose.If the clouds in the sky can be touched, they must not be so soft and charming, the fox couldn't help thinking, and unconsciously poked the rosy little face with his hand a few times, with a smile like spring in his eyes.

The little guy seemed to have won the person he was playing with, he couldn't help waving his fists and "giggled" and laughed even more happily, his eyes were bent into two shining slits.

"Bai Ze, look at him, his eyes are gone from laughing..."

……

Looking at the two children in front of him, Bai Ze couldn't help feeling sour, but fortunately for the fox, the most painful and difficult days were over.He sent the little guy in his arms forward again, and said, "Here, you can give him a hug."

The fox still hesitated, but he still stretched out his arms carefully to take over the small soft body, and held it in his arms a little stiffly, as if he was holding a unique treasure in this world.

The child moved violently, stretching his arms for a while, kicking his legs for a while, and babbling and eating his hands for a while, but he couldn't stop. hurt him.

Bai Ze raised his hand to wipe off the thin layer of sweat from the man's forehead, and said, "You don't have to be so nervous, relax, it's easy to get tired if you hold it like this."

"Well, I know."

Even though he responded like this, the fox still only dared to stiffly maintain the posture when he first took the child.

Bai Ze had no choice but to put two cushions under the man's arms, so that he could relieve some of his strength.

The little guy was bubbling and playing with the fox's long hair hanging down his chest. After a while, the man's hair was knotted and messy.The fox was not annoyed, just lowered his eyes and smiled, looking at the pair of innocent eyes in his arms without blinking, thinking of something, the eye sockets gradually turned red silently, as if bleeding was about to bleed.

He pursed his lips, his dry throat rolled, and when he blinked his eyes suddenly, tears fell one after another, wet the little guy's fair and tender cheeks.

The child thought it was raining, so he bent his eyes ignorantly, stopped playing with the man's long hair, and stuck out his little pink tongue to focus on tasting the salty and warm rainwater on his lips.

There was no expression on the fox's face, as if the gentle and smiling mask had been quietly shattered by something, only tears kept silently overflowing the red and swollen eye sockets.

Bai Ze knew what the man was up to, so he didn't speak, he just raised his hand to caress the trembling back.

The fox didn't cry for a long time, the tears stopped falling, and became a gleam of water in his eyes, but the sadness on his face seemed to stay forever, even if he smiled, it made people feel sad from the bottom of his heart.

Kong Ji's eyes still stayed on the fresh and vigorous little guy in his arms, he moved his pale lips, and said in a faint nasal voice: "Bai Ze, that child... take me to meet him. "

Those clear eyes were full of tenderness, as if all the hustle and bustle around him had gone away, only a tender outline with brows and eyes that could not be seen clearly nestled in his mind.

"I haven't even looked at him since I was born."

"I don't know, does it look like this child, so soft, so good..."

Listening to the hoarse voice that was suppressing sobs, Bai Ze pursed his lips, raised his head slightly to force back the warmth in his eyes, and stretched out his hands to embrace the large and small bodies in his arms, as if he had embraced them Across thousands of mountains and rivers, holding the heaviest and most beautiful things in this world.

"Okay, I'll accompany you when you recover."