young flower

1. The body dies and the soul lives (xiuwen)...

"Life is like a gamble. When you think you're going to win, you just lose. If you lose too much, when you lose to numbness, you may suddenly win once."

When Feihua opened her eyes, what she saw was the top of the brown wooden lattice bed covered with rough linen curtains. The fine sunlight shone on the bed through the thick warp and weft holes of the linen bed netting, and the cold air followed those holes. rushing in.

He stared fixedly at the flowing light and air, his mind was muddled, dead silent and stiff, in the boundless chaos, he seemed to have had a long, long dream.

In the dream, he had a violent fight with the couple, and then his car crashed into a heavy truck.

At that moment of collision, in the vortex of dazzling white light, he saw himself, and disappeared in the fire that soared into the sky.

My body was very tired, painful and cold, and I wanted to move, but I didn't have any strength in my body.

He could feel the icy air piercing into his skin like a pair of small sharp files, cutting his bones one after another, bringing a burst of cold pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

He closed his eyes and remained motionless, breathing as if nothing.

He is not dead.

But why?

The room was gloomy.

Only the few rays of sunlight, passing through the equally gloomy furniture, shone on the quilt covering the body.

Feihua saw the small and skinny hand resting on it.

He stared fixedly at the chicken claw-like hand.Dry and wrinkled skin covered thin bones, and under the rays of sunlight, the black and blue blood vessels looked like ugly earthworms.

Withered body, long yellow hair, clothes like the kind of robes worn by the ancients on TV.

This is not him.

In the chaos, it seems that it has been a long time, the sun may have retracted into the clouds, and the room has become darker.

Those crude and somewhat dilapidated and elegant furniture are suffocating like phantoms in the dim light.

very quiet.

There was no sound around, and even the air seemed to be stagnant.

After a long time, the cold air brought in by the cold seemed to show no sign of stopping. He felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and the warmth in his body was like a leaking ball, continuously captured by the cold air.

He gritted his teeth, got up from the thin quilt, and moved out of bed panting, but fell down on the cold hard floor.

He lay motionless on his stomach, and saw a cobweb-covered Avalokitesvara statue on the wall opposite the bed. The corner of the Avalokitesvara's mouth was curled up, looking down at the world compassionately, but the expression in his eyes was indifferent and cold.

Compassion, just because the matter has nothing to do with oneself.

Next to the bed is a paper window, under the window there is an iron-gray washbasin, and a dusty towel is placed beside the washbasin.

Feihua slowly moved over and sat down by the washbasin, half of the water in the basin reflected a pale face.

His thin cheeks were sunken, his lips were blue and chapped, and his dark pupils were dull.

It turned out that he was really dead.

However, the soul and consciousness were transferred to the body of this four or five-year-old sick and weak boy.

But it seems that this little boy may not live long.

Feihua stared blankly at the face reflected on the water, her heart was in a mess and she didn't know what she was thinking.

There was nothing worth caring about, and he abandoned his life and everything behind him without hesitation. He thought he had disappeared in the flames that soared into the sky, but he did not expect to be reborn from the ashes.

But, for him, it's not necessary.

After a long time, a child's cries could be vaguely heard outside, endlessly, which made Feihua's head even more dizzy and uncomfortable.

After wringing out the towel and wiping his face, he struggled to get up, groped to find the door, pushed it open, and outside was a somewhat desolate small yard.

Facing the door, there is an old tree with a crooked neck, bare without a single leaf.

Following the faint cry, he walked along the corridor and turned a corner, and walked into a more dilapidated and narrow house, where the cry came from.

Pushing open the rickety door, Feihua saw a little child curled up and holding his head, sitting in the pile of firewood and crying.

The messy hair was tied into a crooked bun on the top of the head, with a few dead grass leaves hanging on the top of the head, the worn and obviously ill-fitting robe, the wide lantern trousers, and a pair of gray cloth shoes that were obviously too big on the feet.

Dirty and messy little beggars.

"Don't cry." It was annoying to cry.

Hearing Feihua's voice, the little child stopped crying for a moment, and slowly raised his head from between his knees, and saw Feihua leaning against the chai gate, with a dazed expression, tears still on his face, and round eyes It was swollen like two peaches.

"Master...young master, you, you're awake. Woowa...you finally woke up, Xiaobao thought you wouldn't wake up, woooo~~~~"

The little child was stunned for a while, and after realizing it, he flew up and hugged his waist and cried loudly.

Feihua was thrown back and forth by him and slammed into the wood door, frowning as she looked at the skinny child who was clinging to him.

"who are you?"

Feihua stared at the little child who was only rubbing her snot and tears on her body, and couldn't push it away, so she could only be hugged by him, looking at the messy top of her head, her eyebrows were raised slantingly in disgust.

The child wiped away his tears, raised his head and looked at him in surprise: "Master...Master, I am Tie Bao'er! It's the young master's little Bao'er..."

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"..." Feihua didn't know what to say.

"Wuu~~~~ Master, you won't forget Xiaobao, right? Don't forget Xiaobao, Xiaobao only has the young master, didn't the young master say that he would always be with Xiaobao? Young master don't Don't be little Baoer..."

The crying child pulled his sleeves, making his brain buzzing, and the cold air in his chest was twisted, pulling his lungs and trachea back and forth, causing his temples to throb with pain.

"Don't cry!...I'm tired, I need to take a rest." Feihua pushed the child away, and slid on the ground uncontrollably.

"Then Xiaobao helped the young master to lie down on the bed." The child struggled to open his red and swollen eyes, and his long curled eyelashes were wet, like a kitten that had just struggled out of the thorn bushes.

"...No need. Are there any matches...to make a fire?" Feihua looked at the stove in one corner of the firewood room, and a small pile of firewood on the other side.

"Fire? Little Treasure can make fire! Master..."

The child pulled out a handful of straw from the woodpile, "But young master, we have neither vegetables nor rice..."

Feihua silently looked at the child's pouting mouth and two faintly frowning eyebrows, turned around and dragged in from the outside yard a rusty, muddy, with a few broken edges. hole in the iron basin.

"Build a fire in this one."

"Oh..." The child happily agreed, threw the straw into the basin, found two stones from the hole beside the stove, hit each other a few times, and sparks jumped onto the straw. After a while, smoke came out.

Feihua sat on the haystack beside the brazier with her knees hugged, and added two pieces of firewood to the fire. The red fire light illuminated his face, and the coldness in his body felt less intense.

A child named Tie Bao sat on the side, throwing firewood sticks into it one after another, and kept looking at Fei Hua with a pair of round eyes.

"...What did you just say, there is no food?"

The cold air finally dissipated a little, and his limp body felt empty hunger.

Didn't die, but hangs like this half dead, I don't know if it is lucky or unlucky.

"No...Master, Aunt Zhang hasn't delivered food for three days, Master and Bao'er have nothing to eat...Master is sick and no one comes to see you, Xiaobao, Xiaobao dare not go out to find someone... ...Young master..." The little kid was crying and trembling with frustration.

"However, Xiaobao picked up edible things outside yesterday..." the child said, turning around and finding a bunch of things from the pile of firewood, his peach-like eyes were shining brightly.

A sweet potato heel, with a few half-sized sweet potatoes scattered on it.

That's what he said he could eat.

Feihua dragged her weak body and looked around the yard.

A small tile-roofed house stands alone in a grassy slope, surrounded by fields, in the gray field of vision, you can see the silhouettes of some low houses in the distance.

The dilapidated courtyard should be the place where the farm guards and manages the fields. There are many farm tools, baskets, dustpans, and empty barns infested with insects in the small houses in the courtyard.

There really isn't a single grain of rice in the house.Not a single dish.

The stove in the firewood room was covered with dust, and the bottom of the iron pot was covered with rusty water stains. There was only a small deep pot with half a pot of water in it, which looked clean.

Here, is a forgotten place, and they——Feihua looked at herself and the little child, sick, dirty, and skinny—are the abandoned people.

It turned out that even if he changed his body and became another person, his fate still remained the same for him.

2. Reincarnated as a human...

"Master, master, look! Bao'er has picked up vegetables!"

Feihua turned her head and saw the little Tie Baoer stumbling in from the door, with a thin paw pulling out a handful of leaves from the skirt of her clothes, and waving all the way in.

Feihua kept staring at that hand, which was holding a few rotten yellow vegetable leaves.

It took him a long time to take his eyes off the leaves that smelled of rotting leaves.

Tie Bao'er is so happy, he can find food, the young master and himself don't have to starve...

"Leave it alone."

Feihua moved some firewood, lit a small fire under the old tree at the door of the firewood house, and dug firewood from under the wall.