Crows in the world are as black

The north wind howled, and the snow fell all night.The dead wood in the courtyard is wrapped in silver, crystal clear and delicate, like a pear tree in full bloom.

"Is it spring?"

Wu Moxuan asked in a daze, but no one answered.

At that time, her name was not Wu Moxuan, maybe Mo Xuan, or someone else's name.

The old man in front of him is already old, and the years will leave scars on his face, but he has not been able to bend his straight spine.He cast his gaze condescendingly, like an irresistible god.

A Niang said, "This is Grandpa."

A Niang said, "Father, this is my daughter."

A Niang pressed her head tightly against her heart. The originally weak woman, with her insignificant strength, silently trembled and resisted.

"The face of the Mo family has been completely lost to you."

The old man with supreme majesty, every word he uttered seemed to carry heavy power.He exhausted all his strength, so that every word was crushed in his chest and squeezed out of his throat with gritted teeth.Heavy and wet.

A Niang and her were locked in the narrow yard, unable to go out, and no one came in.

Every morning at dawn, a food box hangs high on a dead tree branch.

No one can get enough of three cold steamed buns.

A Niang said: "Xuan'er is good, eat more."

A Niang's eye sockets were watery, as if they could never be wiped clean.

Did she eat too much and made Auntie angry?

She folded her palms together and held up the whole steamed bun in front of A Niang: "A Niang eats too."

The drops of water in A Niang's eyes gathered more and more, rolling down like pearls.

A pair of big hands held the steamed bun, together with her pair of small hands were also wrapped inside.

"They're going to kill me, they're going to kill me!"

The slender fingertips sank deeply into the skin, and the force she couldn't break free squeezed her knuckles almost to the point of breaking.

A Niang half-kneeled in front of her, and she was able to see A Niang's appearance clearly.

The eyebrows are slender, the eyes are pulsating, tears are shining like smoke and mist, and they are so delicate and ethereal that they can be blown away by the wind.

She suddenly began to be afraid, afraid that if she looked at it for a while longer, A Niang would dissipate like a mist in the morning, and there would be no traces.

A Niang said: "Mother is not hungry, if Xuan'er eats more, she will be full."

Believing it was true, she wolfed down three steamed buns, but without water, she choked so hard that her throat hurt.Stomach was unbearable, she held on to the trunk of the dead tree, and vomited acid water.

Then, she fell seriously ill.

I can't remember the number of fainting and waking up, and the world is only black and gray.

She heard Aunt scream hoarsely: "She shed half of my blood, she is from the Mo family!"

"Save her!"

A Niang's yelling became weaker and weaker each time, and when she woke up, she clearly saw A Niang's face. A Niang opened her mouth, but there was no sound.

She could no longer remember the seasons, nor distinguish day from night, but her whole body was bitingly cold, and it was probably still winter after all.When she woke up that time, A Niang was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her intently and peacefully, as if she wanted to engrave in her heart all the things she wanted to see for the rest of her life.

A Niang leaned close to her ear and whispered softly: "Mother, go find a doctor for Xuan'er. When Xuan'er can't see her, she should be obedient."

She asked, "When will Aunt come back?"

A Niang said: "Soon, very soon."

A drop of water dripped on her temples, warm.

She said: "I won't ask any more, don't be sad, Auntie, I won't ask any more."

There was something stuck in her throat, and her eyes gradually became hot.But she still gritted her teeth and swallowed the wet tears hard.

She can't cry, not a single tear can fall.If she cried, A Niang would cry even harder.

A Niang said: "Chun, when the spring begins, Niang will be back."

"Oh, in spring, will the pear blossoms also bloom?"

A Niang smiled with tears in her eyes: "Well, pear blossoms will also bloom."

She seemed relieved: "The pear blossoms are blooming, and Auntie will definitely come back."

A Niang likes pear blossoms, and when spring blooms, she stays under the pear blossom tree all day and all night, in a daze, and no one can wake her up.

When spring begins, she hides under the blooming pear tree, waiting for A Niang to come back.

Auntie left.

Strange faces gradually appeared around her.

When she woke up again, she was already lying on a soft bed, with a red rope tied around her wrist, which was held at the fingertips of an old man through layers of curtains.

"This young lady has a weak pulse and weak body. It is an old disease carried in the mother's womb. It needs to be nursed carefully, and she must not be neglected."

She remembered what A Niang said, no matter what bitter medicine Danshen was, she drank it obediently, never cried or made trouble.

The servant who served secretly sighed: "Miss is well-behaved and obedient, if she is the master of the house, that would be fine, but it's a pity that Miss San..."

Such a topic is forbidden in the mansion, and no one dares to talk about it later.

Her body gradually improved, and when she was finally able to land on the ground, she couldn't wait to rush into the yard.

The red sun is shining brightly, the scorching sun is scorching, and the cicadas are singing one after another.

This is……

summer?

"Spring...has passed already?"

The maidservant who was asked said: "It's been a long time."

"Are the pear blossoms still in bloom?"

The maid replied, "It's already set."

Is it still a step too late after all?

She couldn't help feeling annoyed secretly, if she worked harder and asked for an extra bowl of medicine when taking medicine, she might be able to recover before spring and see A Niang again.

Why shrink back from that morsel of bitterness?

Why do you swallow the bitter medicine every day, and see the admiring eyes of the maid, as if you have completed the task and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's all her fault.

And she was finally punished.

Auntie never came back.

She ran to every corner of the mansion and asked all the people she saw, but she couldn't find any news about A Niang.

Like disappearing into thin air, or never appearing.

There is only one lonely child left, facing strangers all over the world alone in this huge mansion.

A group of people grabbed her and lifted her arms, leaving her hanging in mid-air, unable to break free.

"You can run quite well," someone said.

Maybe it was gloating, maybe it was gnashing of teeth, who still remembers clearly.

The old woman's footsteps are still healthy, and her smile is full of creases, like a dryad with malicious intentions.

The rough palm pinched her foot bones with such great force that the bones hurt like they were broken.She was in so much pain that she couldn't help but groan.

"As you get older, your bones harden."

"It doesn't matter. If a person's life is cheap, he will be hard, and he can't entangle him to death. This is the good fortune of the little wild species. Mammy can just do it. If the three-inch golden lotus can't be entangled, we will not be able to explain it to the master."

The bones of the foot snapped apart abruptly, and the heart ached painfully.

She bit the quilt into pieces, and swallowed the screaming that swirled in her throat, and only let out a muffled groan when the pain was unbearable.

The woman's sharp laughter lingered in her ears, as if enjoying a good show.

She finally passed out, with a sense of relief.

This ease does not last long, and once consciousness is restored, even in a dream, one cannot escape the pain.

Even in the past many years, that kind of pain is still engraved in the bones, dreaming back in the middle of the night, startled and dripping with cold sweat.

With swollen feet, she stumbled to learn from various people, etiquette, embroidery, the Book of Songs, righteousness, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.I went out before dawn, and when I came back, the moon was in the sky.

Her feet were worn out, and the foot-binding cloth was stained with blood. She couldn't run or jump, and she swayed and trembled when she walked, just like a spoiled official lady.She learned very fast, and finally learned a lot of rules, and learned to show a three-point smile when meeting people.

She dare not relax.

When spring comes, A Niang will come back.

When A Niang comes back and sees how diligent she is, she probably won't be annoyed by her laziness the first year.

Just after the new year, seeing that spring is finally here, the weather is gradually warming up, the pear trees have sprouted new buds, and the branches are bumpy. After a while, the trees will probably be full of crystal clear scenery.

But at this time, she met a man.

The old man called Grandpa sat upright, just like when he was sitting at the frontier, as stable as Mount Tai.

A tall and thin man stood in the hall, respectful and elegant.

The old man said solemnly: "My ugly words are up front. If I hear a word that is not good for you and her, I, Mo Zhiyuan, don't mind letting the world see my reputation again."

The man bowed and saluted and said: "Your Majesty is sincere to the young lady. We have been married for more than a year, and the case is as good as the eyebrows. The husband and wife are in harmony. Because the young lady misses her daughter and sheds tears all day long, she asked me to come and meet her. I hope Lord Sima will be happy."

The old man looked towards the door: "Here she is."

The man turned his head so that the little girl at the door could see him clearly and remember him deeply.

He was extremely thin, with high cheekbones, and the light in his eyes was as clear as a falcon, yet chilling.

He said, "My surname is Wu, and I am your mother's husband and your father."

She was afraid in her heart, but her body stepped forward and called out: "Father."

Those two words were too unfamiliar, and she hadn't gotten used to calling them, so they knocked and bumped like mosquitoes.

The old man squeezed the chair tightly bitterly, and sighed bitterly: "How can my Mo family have such boneless descendants."

She looked at the old man indifferently, looking obedient and trained, but there was no sadness or joy in her heart.

She already heard that it was A Niang who called someone to pick her up, and she was already eager to leave immediately, and she cared about who she recognized as her father.

She just wanted to find A Niang and be with A Niang.

No one person or thing in Mo's house is enough to make her nostalgic.

The man led her out of the mansion, looked up at the word "Mo Mansion" gilded on the plaque, and said to her, "From now on, you can take my surname as Wu Moxuan."

"You don't like it here, I know that."

She followed behind the man, stumbling towards the distance, with her back to the pear tree that had never bloomed, step by step, without hesitation.