bone cutter

Chapter 21

In the past few days, outside Dongzhu's small courtyard, many people surrounded her every day, scolding her and staring at her.

A woman said: "The morning flower festival in the city is coming soon, I can't even see people with this face, what should I do, Dongzhu, you little hoof, come out to me, and pay me for my face!"

Another person said: "Don't deny it, I think it was you who did it! Didn't you play a fairy on Mr. Qu some time ago."

"That's right! Hiding in the house all day is trying to figure out how to harm us, isn't it? I'm ugly, but I didn't expect my heart to be so dark. Hand over the antidote!"

The women's chirping and cursing frightened Dongzhu into a corner, not daring to vent her breath, and the old grandmother dozed off in a chair, as if completely isolated from the world.Sometimes when I think about it, it’s not a bad thing to be deaf and blind. In everything, there are gains and losses, and there are losses and gains.

After a while, these people got tired of scolding and broke up. After all, there was no basis for it. Now it is nothing more than their own hard time, and no one else can think about it.

They left, Shen Zhi came, he looked a little haggard, and knocked on Dongzhu's door.

Dongzhu hesitated in the room for a while, but finally couldn't bear to open the door.

The door was opened, Shen Zhi forced a smile, and said in a low voice: "Dongzhu, for my sake, save Qu Le, she is so young, she shouldn't suffer from this kind of disease. You used to love to watch There are some strange books, are there any prescriptions for eliminating them?"

To Dong Zhu's ears, it was like being pierced by a hundred swords, and even the limbs and bones couldn't help trembling.Her mind went blank again, and when she came to her senses, Shen Zhi had been pushed out of the door by her, and the door was closed tightly!

Although Shen Zhi didn't say clearly that she did it, but today he came to beg her, he clearly thought it was her!

Dongzhu finally couldn't help but screamed hysterically, as if she wanted to pour out the inferiority and self-pity of the past ten years, but in the end, she just knocked over a stack of books in hand, a dilapidated book with a navy blue back cover A corner was exposed.

She picked it up involuntarily, the title of the book is unknown and the author is unknown.

Dongzhu was very strange, she could guarantee that she had never bought this book, opened it, and there were many unofficial stories about Jinghuacheng recorded in it, it was probably "Miscellaneous Records of Jinghuacheng".Normally, she would pour a small pot of wine, sit down and read it carefully, but at this moment, she felt that she was in a terrible mood, and was about to close her eyes, but her eyes had already seen a few words quickly, "In the past, Yunyan Pavilion Shui Yingliu married to a villager when she was a red flower, "Shui Yingliu suddenly died of a sudden illness, and when she died, her face was covered with abscesses"...

Dongzhu's heart skipped a beat for an instant, and she clutched the pages of the book with both hands, her mind full of abscesses, abscesses, abscesses.

This time, she read it carefully from beginning to end.

The beginning of this article is that many years ago there was an oiran named Shui Yingliu in Jinghua City.Dongzhu can't judge when this book was published, who wrote it, and how many people passed it for how long, so it is really impossible to know how many years ago this "many years ago" was.

According to the Miscellaneous Records, this Shuiyingliu girl is the most beautiful girl in the world.How many celestial princes, knight-errants, high-ranking officials, and wealthy people came here admiringly, and stepped through the threshold of Yunyan Pavilion, just to see Miss Yingliu. .

The author also marked a sentence, proudly showing off that he was lucky enough to get a pair of her calligraphy in his third life, saying that the bottom of his calligraphy pen is full of spring, and his taste is like a spring breeze, which is unparalleled in the world.

Later, for unknown reasons, Shui Yingliu developed abscesses on her face, which could not heal for a long time, so naturally she could no longer sit in the oiran position.

And the person who will replace the oiran is not another girl, but her close servant Minghe.In the last few sentences, it is written that one day Shui Yingliu suddenly married a farmer.The village man is a widower, his wife died, and he has a young son.Within a year, Shui Yingliu fell ill and died.

In the next few days, Dongzhu thought for a long time in the room, and finally made a decision.It was the first time she raised her head in front of the villagers, the first time she looked at them squarely, and it was also the first time she took the initiative to speak.

"I didn't do it," she said.

Then, she entrusted her old grandmother to the teacher and set off for Mirror Flower City.

When Zhuang Yin and Xie Qi arrived in Mirror Flower City, it happened to be the morning flower festival, the streets were filled with lanterns, and tourists wearing masks were everywhere.

Xie Qi walked to a small stall selling masks, lowered his head slightly, reached out to pick and choose among the masks, and finally picked an extremely ugly blue mask with inverted triangle eyes, sharp mouth and fangs, and put it on for himself.

Zhuang Yin looked at the mask very puzzled, "What's the use?"

Xie Qi smiled and said, "Of course it's used to cover the face." He chose a decent mask for Zhuang Yin.

There seemed to be a lot of people that day, and the two of them were walking on the street, and their shoulders were slightly bumped from time to time.

As he was walking, Zhuang Yin was hugged by a child. The child was wearing an old cloth shirt filled with pudding, with a cute fox mask hanging on his head, blinking his round eyes and smiling sweetly at him. "Brother, let's buy a sachet." As he said, he took several colorful sachets with both hands and handed them to his eyes, "You can give them to the people you like."

Zhuang Yin couldn't help but hesitated slightly, took the unrefined, even a bit too ordinary sachet, he put the sachet close to the tip of his nose, a smell of clumsy essence came in his nostrils, he squatted down, took out a few copper coins, put them in the child's With a half-sized hand, he gently touched the little man's head.

Xie Qi stood quietly by the side and watched it amusingly, when the child suddenly saw his mask, he jumped up suddenly, his eyes widened, he stuffed all the sachets into Zhuang Yin's arms, and ran away in a hurry.

Zhuang Yin got up, carrying a pile of inferior sachets in his arms and continued to walk forward. After walking a few steps, he was hugged by a child again. It was a little girl with two braids and a bunny mask on her face. Looking at him expectantly: "Brother, buy some flowers. I just picked these flowers this morning! They are fresh!"

Zhuang Yin stopped and lowered his head, the girl's face was slightly hot from his gaze, and the two blushes behind the mask were smeared on the yellow and thin cheeks, only a pair of eyes were shining like stars, she rolled her eyes, "Yes, you can send To your beloved!"

He took the flowers that were not too delicate, and the little girl happily ran away. Before he could move, another person hugged his leg. There was no mask, and it was a boy in coarse cloth and short clothes. This boy seemed to be more beautiful than the girl. Shy and even more timid, he was timid and stammered: "Brother, big brother, buy, buy a piece of pancake, my aunt made it, it's delicious."

Seeing that Zhuang Yin was silent, he eagerly said: "Buy it for someone you like!!!" After he finished speaking, he lowered his head in embarrassment, pouted his mouth in annoyance, and said in his heart, it's all because of the fox and little rabbit. What I like or not, what I like or not, makes me talk nonsense too.Big brother is like a person living in the clouds, how could he like to eat big cakes?

Zhuang Yin took the pancake wrapped in oiled paper, and under the surprised gaze of the boy, took out the few remaining copper coins and gave it to the boy.

He paused and turned his head to think for a moment, then asked Xie Qi's ghost-faced fangs, "Why are there so many people wearing masks?"

Xie Qi said: "The annual Chaohua Festival in Jinghua City is similar to the Qiqiao Festival. Didn't you see many young girls on the street?"

Zhuang Yin murmured: "The Chaohua Festival, so this scene is a bit familiar, I always feel that I have been here before."

Xie Qi lowered his eyelashes to cover the waves in his eyes, and said with a light smile, "Maybe."