Unspeakable and strange

The peach tree spirit didn’t know how long she slept. In the dream, there was a splendid peach forest first, and it was one of them, basking in the sun, drinking the rain and dew, the branches and leaves rustled when the wind blew past,

In an instant, it turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Every peach tree was on fire, and the flames blew up in the wind. The wood burned in the fire and made a crisp sound of beeping waves. The pink peach petals were burnt like gold after being burned. It melted and turned into bright red sticky blood that stained the trunk and trickled down slowly.The mahogany screamed in the fire, dancing its branches frantically, and the blood formed a stream on the ground. He stood in the sea of ​​blood, surrounded by billowing smoke, and the flames opened their huge mouths to swallow him like a wild beast, in the abyss At the end, there is endless darkness.

He woke up gasping for breath, and in front of him was a dazzling golden light that made him unable to open his eyes.He raised his hands to cover his eyes, and looked out through his fingers. The Golden Crow was hanging above his head, close at hand, and he was lying underneath, as if he could be pierced by that scorching light.

He suddenly remembered what happened yesterday and got up all of a sudden.The top of the mountain was empty, and a huge cypress tree stood there profusely. There were cracks scratched on the trunk, and dark brown blood stains penetrated deeply into the soil, branches, and intertwined meridians protruding from the ground.He knelt down tremblingly, reached out and touched the dark marks on the rough texture, as if he could feel how hot and scalding it was when it just flowed out of his body.

But what about the corpse?

He walked down to the top of the mountain alone, grabbed the vines and climbed down, and when he reached the hut, it was already empty.All the supplies were there, but he knew no one would come here again, it was abandoned.

He, too, was dropped.

In other words, the value of existence has been lost.

Linbo Town is prospered by water. The meandering river passes through the town, forming a dense river network. The soil on both sides of the river is fertile and the stream flows long.Trade and shipping, fishing and water chestnuts, planting mulberry and silkworms, the people of the town rely on this river to cross their grain and rice warehouses, rich and rich, and even give more rewards to servants than other towns.

Holding the reward money, Liu Fang bowed his head, couldn't stop smiling apologetically, exited the private room with gratitude, and carefully blew the burnt bubbles on his arms when he went out.Guests from the north use a small stove to burn their drinks. When he took the stove in, he was pushed by someone, and the boiling water splashed on his arm. He endured the pain and did not turn over the stove. Seeing his good performance, he rewarded him with a silver ingot.

This was money exchanged for flesh and blood wounds, Liu Fang was so distressed that he knocked it with his teeth, making sure that it was in good condition, he hurriedly hid it in his sleeve.

The manager urged him downstairs again, scolding him for not knowing what he was moaning about on the second floor. Liu Fang jumped up like a rabbit and ran downstairs while responding.

When he went to the kitchen to serve the dishes, Master Huang, who was in charge of the kitchen, saw that he had pulled up his sleeves, the exposed skin was red and swollen, with several small blisters, and he knew what happened at a glance, "Let you be careful." It's hot, isn't it?"

Chef Huang grabbed his arm and put it in cold water, then threw him a small jar of burn ointment for him to wipe.The kitchen is full of smoke and fire, and such trivial things as scalding cannot be more normal.

Liu Fang didn't take it seriously, and ran up and down all day, serving food and wine, washing dishes and cleaning tables, and was busy until late at night before returning home exhausted.

When he took a shower with well water in the yard at night, he was trembling to check the injury on his arm. The rough linen cloth rubbed it all day, and the blisters burst, as if there was still some running water, so he couldn't touch it at all.

Liu Fang's family was poor, and his ancestors had no assets. After his parents passed away, they left him a dilapidated small tile-roofed house. It can be regarded as having tiles to cover one's head and land to return to.

He wrung out his clothes to dry, and walked into the room. There was a dark shadow in the corner of the bed, huddled against the wall by the dim candlelight.

Liu Fang jumped up and rushed over to grab him, "You son of a bitch, you went to bed without taking off your shoes!"

Hei Ying was startled, and slapped Liu Fang on the arm that pulled him. In exchange, Liu Fang screamed, "Who are you hitting? You, you have the guts of a leopard, murder?"

The man was dragged and rolled and fell off the bed. After falling a lot, he knew that the first thing to do was to protect his head and land on his back. He mastered the way of falling, but it didn't hurt too much.

After Liu Fang dragged the man out of the bed, he kept breathing on his arm. The kid must have hit the burnt place with his hand, and tears came out in one fell swoop. The person who said this must have never been burned.

The culprit got up from the ground and poked his head over.His face was dirty and dark, and he couldn't see his original appearance at all, and he didn't speak, just staring at him from the side.

Liu Fang was so stared at that he couldn't swear any more swear words. He glanced at his dirty feet and said, "How many times have I told you, wash the yard clean before climbing into bed, when the time comes again Guwei, do you still want to be beaten? Tell me, how much trouble have you caused me since I picked you up? You can't speak, you don't like to be clean, and you make yourself dirty all day long Yes, anyone who sees you will be unlucky."

Liu Fang hated him so much that he dragged him to the backyard outside the house. He took a bucket of water from the well and poured it on his legs. The man took a step back in resistance.Liu Fang was a little impatient, "At least wash your feet before entering the house."

Xu Shi weighed how seriously Liu Fang said this. After thinking for a while, the man squatted down and cleaned it carefully. After washing, he stepped on his wet straw sandals and stood up.The mud left by the day's work has disappeared from the feet, revealing the original skin color.Liu Fang was taken aback for a moment, his feet were white and tender, like the feet of a pampered girl, just like the slender feet described in the market storybook.Although it wasn't the first time we met Liu Fang, every time I saw Liu Fang, I couldn't help but guess the identity of this person.

After entering the room, the man pulled him over and sat down at the small table. With the help of the tung oil lamp, he took out a needle from his bosom. He was held down so hard that he couldn't break free.

The mute poured the needle with the leftover shochu on the table, roasted it over the fire, grabbed his arm, and accurately and quickly helped him pick out the blisters and squeeze out the pus.

She reached out to him again, staring straight at him.Liu Fang reacted for a while, and thought of taking out Huang Chu's burn ointment in a flash.

I don't know how this kid knows that there is hot cream in his arms?Is it so clever?

The little mute is very skilled in applying medicine and bandaging, and it can be done in two or three strokes.

Liu Fang raised his hand to touch the wound, but was stopped by the dumb, and shook his head at him.A pair of eyes peeked through the messy hair like weeds, black and bright, round, extremely determined, with a bit of irresistible coercion.

Liu Fang didn't know whether this kid was really stupid or just pretending.

He picked this man up from the river five years ago.That year was really bad luck.He has always liked to play two games, and he usually just gambles as much as he has in his hands, but that day his brain went crazy, his eyes were red, and he lost the few acres of Susukida that his family depended on for a living, and he owed a lot , the people from the casino smashed and robbed the house, his mother was pushed in the chaos, her head hit the cabinet and died, his father chased him from the town to the end with a kitchen knife, in a small town He was held down on the hillside, the kitchen knife was hanging in the air, rolling past the gloomy cold light, his father looked at him like he was looking at a meat pig, he collapsed on the ground, tears and snot flowed together, and immediately peed in fright .

The knife still failed to fall in the end.After his father let him go, he threw himself into the river.He scrambled and crawled to the lower reaches of the river to find his father's body, but he didn't find the body, but he found a man.

He saved people just by looking at the things that people wore.At a glance, he could see that the jade wrench finger in his hand was a good one, and when he wanted to search again, the man woke up and just stared at him without speaking.Liu Fang was stunned, so he put the jade finger on him again, and said with a flattering smile, "Why did the big brother fall into the water? I rescued you. It's okay, why don't you go to my house and take it easy?"

That's how he brought him home.After contacting him with trepidation for two days, I found out that this person was dumb, not only dumb but also like a fool, who only knew to sleep in a daze and motionless every day.Liu Fang stole his things and sold them, but he didn't make a sound when he found out.Liu Fang is not a big treacherous person, his parents were killed by him one after another, he also wanted to accumulate some virtue, and took so many things from this man, so he showed kindness and asked him to stay.But eating and drinking for free is impossible, so I asked someone to introduce him to several jobs.The man didn't resist, Liu Fang asked him to go to work and he went.As a result, he couldn't do any work dealing with people. He couldn't speak or look at people. He was as stupid as a piece of wood. He was returned within two days. Every day when I come back, I feel as dirty as if I have rolled in a mud puddle.

On the second day, Liu Fang went to the restaurant to start work as usual. It was not too busy in the morning, and there were only a few guests to receive.The most expensive private room in the restaurant has been occupied by a guest for several days. This guest is very mysterious, he doesn't show his face easily, there are guests coming and going every day, he is extremely picky about food and clothing, but he spends a lot of money, and the money flows out like flowing water. , causing everyone in the restaurant to sharpen their heads and want to serve him.

Liu Fang invited the manager to drink several times, and he was assigned to work in the past two days.

He went to the kitchen to serve breakfast, wondering how to get them to reward him more this time.But when he was told that the guest had already checked out this morning, Liu Fang was dumbfounded.gone?I haven't paid back my money for drinking.

When he was lying by the window and looking out like everyone else, his heart ached like it was bleeding.

Someone sighed, "This person is really different from other people. They were all made out of mud by the Nuwa Empress. Why do some people look like gods, and some people just look like they were thrown away by hand?" Where's the mud?"

"There is no other person, just you. It's black and flat, you are not a muddy idea, who is?"

"You still have the face to say that I am not taking a pee and look at yourself."

Not in the mood to listen to their noise, Liu Fang glanced out the window listlessly.

Their restaurant is built along the river, and the best seats on the third floor are known to the outside world because the windows are opened, and there is ten miles of Milky Way water under your feet, and you can pick up the stars when you look up.

At this time, on the smoky and vast river, a pleasure boat with cornices and angled corners slowly sailed across the blue waves. Standing on the bow were two gentlemen, leaning on the carved railings, graceful and graceful, like Zhilan Yushu, indescribably noble and elegant.

Liu Fang is in such a depressed mood, he has to praise the gods.

But after looking at it for a long time, he faintly felt that the face of the slightly shorter man was somewhat familiar.