I was stolen by a bird to be my wife

The seventh day of October.

Nangui City.

The eldest daughter of Shi Xiong, the former general of Shuntian, the director of the Nangui City Salesian Hospital, and a famous female gangster in the city, suddenly opened her eyes in ignorance.

There was blood in her eyes, and she thought she was having a nightmare. In her dream, she returned to the boundless ghost land that enveloped the entire city of Nangui a few days ago.

After a while, she blinked and realized that the reason why her eyes were bloodshot was that dried blood had clotted on her eyelashes.

Shi Qing's head buzzed.

what happened?Why can't she move?What was she doing before she closed her eyes?

When she opened her eyes, she could only see a glimmer of light. The woman blinked desperately, not only because the blood clotted on her eyelashes, making her eyes extremely uncomfortable, but also because sand and dust had been falling into her eyes since she opened them. .

Shi Qing wanted to take a big breath, but her chest seemed to be pressed by a stone mill, and she was very oppressed.

She wanted to sit up again, but this time she felt that her limbs were bound, especially her left hand, which conveyed a very bad shape.

The buzzing in his head faded away, and Shi Qing could feel his body back under control inch by inch, and at the same time, there was a burning pain, especially in the badly shaped left arm.

It seems to be broken.

The woman was sweating coldly from the pain, she was relieved for an unknown period of time, and she went back and forth several times between waking and dazed, her sanity gradually lasted longer, and she also heard voices.

A large handful of dust fell.

"it's here!"

"Young lady? Young lady!"

"Dig over there—"

After an unknown amount of time, a few pairs of not-so-strong hands dragged Shi Qing out from under the bricks and planks.

"Aunt Qing!" The disheveled Yucao Ben was about to rush over, but seeing that Shi Qing was covered in injuries, he stopped in his steps, afraid of hurting her again, so he dared to stand a few feet away and cried, "Aunt Qing, I'm still thought you-"

"This is," Shi Qing felt that he had never been so weak before, and asked with a groan, "What happened?"

"The ground moved." A hoarse voice that had become familiar in recent days answered her, "You were crushed under the house."

The one who spoke was the wife of Shi Xiong, the great general of Shuntian, who also almost drowned Shi Qing when she was born, and kicked her out of the house when Shi Qing was six years old, her mother.

And the people around who were holding shovels or breaking bricks with bare hands were her father's concubines.

Four days ago, General Shuntian Shi Xiong, as the incarnation of the evil god, was beheaded by His Majesty the Eastern Emperor.The city of Nangui and even the whole of Taozhou was in chaos, the troops stationed in various counties rebelled, and countless people who boasted of being brave and resourceful wanted to get involved in the chaotic world that had not stopped for more than ten years.

Their ambitions had just been born, and they were extinguished like a flame in a torrential rain.

After Shao Si ordered his empress to send down the oracle, she did not leave directly, and appointed several fairies to sit down and cooperate with the hosts of witch temples in various counties to forcibly subdue the local soldiers.

It's a pity that they don't know how to manage a place, and the people who can be used under Shi Xiong's subordinates are the most ambitious group after Shi Xiong's death. They are disobedient and not easy to use.

After a day of chaos, it turned out that the eldest lady who had been trapped in the backyard of the General Shuntian's mansion all year round extended a helping hand.

The eldest lady has not spoken out for many years, and many people have forgotten that she was originally a lady from the official family.

And it's not an ordinary lady from an official family, but a lady from an official family who was famous for her talent when she was young.

Most of the affairs, handled by this woman, are obviously rusty.But no matter what, they are better than witches.

These have nothing to do with Shi Qing, she and her mother have long been strangers.

But the fairies under Shao Siming's empress first met her because of her previous chance, and because she was the director of the sales school, they expressed a little more favor for her.

"Children in the sales home, how can they continue to live in that dilapidated and old yard! It's too damp, and there are bugs. If you continue to live in it, you will get sick."

The fairies said so, and thought that the best place to live in Nangui City was General Shuntian's Mansion. It happened that many servants in the General's Mansion were dismissed, leaving a lot of empty yards, so they directly persuaded the Salesian House to move into the General's Mansion.

Shi Qing didn't want to meet the eldest lady.

But moving into the General's Mansion is indeed better for the children.

In the sales house, more than half of the children who recovered their real bodies and went to the reincarnation of the underworld finally.For the remaining brothers and sisters who are still alive, Shi Qing wants them to live a better life.

Life was about to change for the better, after all kinds of struggles, she finally agreed.

Therefore, a small piece of land in the General's Mansion was assigned to the Salesian Home.

Although the two sides are quite far apart, Shi Qing's contact with the eldest lady has helplessly increased.

The voice that I thought I had forgotten was once again remembered in my heart.

Now that it echoes in my ears, Shi Qing can't help being in a trance.

She was at a loss for a while before she understood what the lady said.

"Earthquake?!" The woman struggled violently, "Where are the children? Where's the mother?!"

The eldest lady didn't speak, she kept silent, leaving a concubine Ji to wash Shi Qing's face, wipe her mouth and drink water, and let the rest of the female relatives continue to search and rescue.And she herself, ruthlessly and like a shrew, quarreled with another group of people about where the new batch of vacant staff should be allocated.

Unable to get an answer, Shi Qing's eyes full of pleading and expectation fell on Yucao.

The little girl trembled and burst into tears.

For a long time, she choked up and said, "It's me, I didn't protect my sister and brother, I didn't protect my mother..."

Shi Qing's face was suddenly paler than when she was just rescued from the ruins.

The focus of the woman's eyes was loose and trembling. On the half-gray and half-white dusk sky, strange shapes and orderly shapes were reflected in her emptiness, just like pieces of fiery clouds in the ridges of a field.

This might really be a dream.

Shi Qing, who was lying among the crushed stones, opened and closed her lips slightly, and murmured breathlessly.

"Say it, say it, life will change for the better...

"Woolen cloth?"

***

Star City.

Gu Quan called out in a low voice: "Mother, mother."

Wang Hui tightened her hood, lowered her head, and stopped staring at the burning clouds in the sky that looked like rows of fields. She didn't speak, and stroked her son's hair.

From time to time, the ground under my feet would shake slightly, but it was much better than last night's shaking.

Wang Hui, who was dressed in plain clothes, took her son and fled to her mother's house yesterday.

Because they took the letter from the head priest of the Wu Temple in Tianxing City, saying that they could go to him for any important matters in the future, the Wang family still accepted her as a widow and let her live there.

The Chuzhou people still haven't figured out why the man who joined the army at home is still fighting on the front line, so he suddenly said that he had been dead for several years.Rumors spread in Tianxing City, Wang Hui didn't hear anything outside the window, and only cared about embroidery to make ends meet.

However, no matter how good an embroiderer is, it is impossible to produce finished products in a day or two.Last night, she took advantage of the bright moonlight to sketch in the yard without an oil lamp, when she suddenly moved on the spot.

Fortunately, she slept late, so Wang Hui picked up her son and rushed out without any injuries.

But the rest of the Wang family was not, even the patriarch was buried under the ruins.

The whole day was chaotic, and no one cared about the miraculously growing crops in the field, or talked about "phosphorus red".Saving people, confiscating corpses, and mourning, the whole village was shrouded in gloom.

When Wang Hui saw someone looking unkindly at her, she pulled Gu Quan away, avoiding the eyes of the villagers, and left.

As a widow, she was already easily bullied.At this time, as long as someone says something, she is the one who brought bad luck to the village, and both she and Koizumi will die here.

I didn't want to use favors so early, but now, let's go to the Wu Temple of Tianxing City.

One big and one small held hands and walked on the road with all their belongings on their backs.

At dusk, Wang Hui stopped for a while, watching the sunset.

It seemed that the earthquake was not over yet, she guessed, and shook her head at her son, expressing that she was not tired and would continue to move forward.

At this moment, Wang Hui felt a cold face.

"It's raining?"

No, that touch is far colder than rain.

The woman raised her head again, her eyes widened immediately.

The blood-red sunset has not yet sunk into the ground, yet snowflakes are floating in the sky.

The cold wind blows, and the season changes from autumn to deep winter in the breath.Wang Hui hugged her son tightly, while Gu Quan immediately put down the package on his back, intending to dig out the padded jacket.

Soon, the mother and son put on old patched padded jackets, and Gu Tu's newer padded jacket, Wang Hui put it on Gu Quan, and asked Gu Quan to put it back on Wang Hui.

"If I had known this, I should have taken off your father's padded jacket in the past two days, and stuffed the new cotton inside into yours."

Wang Hui said that she deliberately forgot that she wanted to keep this padded jacket as a souvenir, and wondered, "Why is it so cold all of a sudden?"

It's clearly still early October.

She held up an umbrella, and the mother and son supported each other as they staggered towards Skystar City.

Both Wang Hui and Gu Quan quickened their pace. The weather had dropped so badly that if they didn't make it to the city tonight, they would freeze to death in the wilderness.

Soon, the darkness fell gently, while the strong wind blew hard.The mother and son walked onto the embankment along the river.

The Xiangjiang River is a new landscape engraved by the people of Chuzhou, and there are still peach blossoms from the day before yesterday on the embankment.

When we got here, as if the Eastern Emperor Taiyi had blessed us, the knife-like cold wind softened a little, and the temperature also picked up a little.

Wang Hui thought of the Cancan divine bird she had seen that day, and couldn't help chanting Donghuang Taiyi in her heart.

"Mother," Gu Quan said suddenly, "Did the water level rise a little?"

"It's high tide time." Wang Hui whispered.

Having said that, the adults and children who grew up on the Xiangjiang River knew that on the seventh day of the lunar new year, the high tide should be much later in the evening.

Neither of them moved. They stood on the embankment for a while, and saw a peach blossom tree, which was half submerged from the waist to the pink petals, submerged under the water.

***

The night fell completely, and there was no afterglow.

Li Chaoshuang supported the shaft of the car and looked up, not looking at the puddle of gastric juice she had spit out.

He hadn't eaten for a day, vomited whatever he ate, and fell into a coma for several hours, and just woke up.

He had a splitting headache, his heartbeat was too fast like a small drum beating against his ear, he took a big breath but felt his body was suffocated as if he was in water, not to mention the numbness of his hands and feet, before he passed out, he couldn't feel where his limbs were.

But he was still alive, and his mind was not broken. Even Li Chaoshuang himself was very surprised by this.

After all, compared with the surface of the sea, this place is at least [-] feet above the surface of the sea, which is eight miles.

He could only see white snow and exposed black rocks, but as a native of the East China Sea, he had never seen the heavy snow that fell heavier than hail.

Li Chaoshuang exhaled white air and looked up.

The whispers disappeared into the wind and snow.

"This is……"

Tianzhu, Buzhou Mountain.

The author has something to say: On the fifth day, I arrived at the foot of the mountain