Bound Shark Wife

When everything is in autumn, the new city Xiaoyu comes to is different from the ones he has seen before.The city was covered in dust flying all over the sky, without the noise and cheers of the people, even the soldiers guarding the city gate looked irritable, and Xiaoyu paid an extra silver coin when he entered the city.

But he doesn't mind.

Shark touched the bulging money bag, and stepped into this lifeless city, which made him feel uncomfortable.

After entering the city, there are sparse people sitting on both sides of the road, with ragged clothes and unkempt hair. Most of them hold a bowl in their hands. When they see newcomers entering the city, they will squat on the sidelines and watch. If there are caravans or wealthy families, they will swarm up to beg Food and water.

This city has no complicated and bright colors, and there is no yellow withered after autumn. It looks like a faded place, which looks extremely old. When the soft-soled boots step on the road, they are stained with a layer of dry wind after a short time. Mixed mud stains.

Xiaosha sipped the remaining fruit brew in the bottle, the sweet aroma made the crowd commotion, they hadn't had a sip of water for a long time, the drought here has lasted for two years.

The post station entertained the merchants, and bought water and food from outside with money, but the price of buying and selling in the post station was also several times more expensive, and every drop of water could earn a lot of black-hearted money.

When Xiaoxie came to the post station, someone stepped forward to receive him.

"What would you like to eat and drink, sir?"

Xiaoyu asked for a bowl of noodles and water, and booked a room, but she didn't feel like she was being ripped off when she paid the bill.

The crowd outside the gate of the inn and looking around from time to time were driven away by the thugs in the inn, and these people were not allowed to affect the inn's business.

These days, businessmen only care about their immediate interests and earn their own money. The life and death of others has nothing to do with the money they get. No one wants to be that kind person.

If it was normal, Xiaoya didn't think too much about it, but he had seen a similar scene before, when the head of the clan took him to inspect the territory, and also saw refugees who were tossing and turning on the streets due to the drought.

He tilted his head and said to Xiaoer next to him, "Isn't it raining here?"

Xiao Er replied with a pleasant face: "Back to young master, our land has not seen rain for two years, and there are refugees outside."

In a city, the high places are the gates of wealth and wealth that can be enjoyed by spending money, while the low places are the refugees crawling on the loess with dusty faces begging for water.

Among these refugees are residents who were originally registered in the city, and there are also down-and-out households who came to work from outside but stayed in the city struggling to die because of the abnormal drought and bankruptcy.

The crowds who have poured in all year have come and gone, and there are also refugees who regard this place as rooted and unwilling to leave. Even if they die, they will die on this loessy land.

Xiao Jiao looked at the people who were wandering outside the post station, squatting and walking, and wandered slightly.

Logically speaking, any place where there are sharks coming in and out will not be dry, and sharks are good at making rain, and places that are too dry will make them feel uncomfortable, so he should not need to stop in this city.

Thinking so, Xiaosha still has doubts.

Maybe that mermaid doesn't care about people's life and death, and mermaids are more often alone. Humans are not the same species as them, and how the world lives is actually irrelevant to them.

Xiaosha was also like this at first.

But now he has a lot of ideas that are not suitable for mermaids, and he is even more popular.

These thoughts were taught to him by A Yuan, and he took him to see them. He might not be touched once or twice, but after a year or two, the feelings he developed are like white paper without any stains, and a place is slowly added. A white spot that is invisible to the naked eye, this extremely small white spot is covered with a little color over time.

In this way, the dots may become larger in the future, or more dots are added to the paper, and the colors will become different.

The small change prevented Xiaosha from turning a blind eye to the loess-covered city in front of him. He stared at the little vagabond who was huddled at the base of the wall in the distance, trying to find something from the corners. The little vagabond couldn't find anything. The thin body slowly moved to a backlit corner and lay flat on all fours. The little wanderer lay there like an old piece of paper.

Shark held the noodles and water and turned to sit by the window.

The gray and fluffy high-altitude trance has also become a yellow earth color, which is not good-looking.

He slowly plucked at the noodles in the bowl, counting them one by one, while counting the time.

There is a faint breeze in the climax, it is not the smell of dust in the hot air, but the long-lost coolness makes the crowd squatting on the side of the road gradually restless/moving.

The gray-headed people looked up to the sky stupidly, as if they were in doubt and couldn't believe it.

The dark clouds floating in the distant sky piled up on the top of the city at an unpredictable speed, and there were bursts of shouts outside the station, and shouts of "it's going to rain" came and went from the east of the city. Pass the head to the west.

All the people in the city gathered together in dilapidated streets and alleys, holding up basins and wooden barrels, looking up at the sky devoutly, waiting for the rain to come.

The loess blown by the wind made people unable to open their eyes, but no one was willing to close their eyes at this moment. Even if the mud got into their eyes, they still stared at the dark sky with wide red eyes.

The thunder suddenly exploded in the city, and the flying loess was smashed by the bean-heavy rain and stuck to the ground obediently. The raindrops hit the ground, the eaves, and the pattering sound became clattering, and the whole city was shattered. The sound of heavy rain covered, but the surging crowd suddenly became quiet in this rain, and everyone seemed to be suppressing something.

No one shouted that it was raining anymore. They opened their eyes and opened their mouths wide, swallowing the rainwater that fell into their mouths.

Gradually, people seemed to come back to life. The old woman hugged the baby in her arms and wept bitterly, crying like a tide. Such a torrential rain could not cover up people's crying.

If this rain had come earlier, they would not have lost their crops all year round, would not be separated from their relatives, and would not be separated from each other.

Seeing the "old paper" lying in the corner, Xiaoxie stood up tremblingly, took a step and ran away with his legs upside down.

Old paper comes alive, it's... life.

The endless rain made Xiao Sharma excited. Everyone in the station went to a higher place to feel the rain. He couldn't find the shopkeeper and Xiaoer. After waiting and waiting, Xiaoer came back with a smile all over his body. At that time, Xiaoying bought pens, ink and paper from him.

"A Yuan."

"There was a rain outside ○, and everyone in ○ was very happy. The voices of people outside the ○ station continued, and I could feel their excitement."

"Yuan shouldn't be able to ○○ mermaid if he does this."

"I didn't find him, but Shark is going to stay in the city for a few more days to make the rain last longer."

"Is it raining over there, A Yuan?"

"Remember to sleep, if you can't sleep, just look at Zhen Zhu."

"I wrote a lot of words again, I'm sleepy."

What Pu Yuan held in his hand was the letter that Xiao Jiao sent after he came back last time. The letter was stored in the wooden cabinet for two months, and he just opened the envelope today.

Liu Songzi shivered and went to deliver hot tea. It was cold again, and the cloudy winter day was cold and quiet. It was dark outside, and he didn't know if it was going to rain or snow.

It rarely snows in Quli. In previous years, there will be more frequent rain after winter. Once it snows, it indicates that this year's winter will be longer and colder.

Liu Songzi poured hot tea and looked at Zongzhang Qingjun's side face, Zongzhang seemed to have lost a little bit recently.

He whispered: "Zong Zhang, this isn't the letter Mr. Yu sent back a few months ago, why did you only read it today?"

He also said to himself: "Mr. Shark, Ji Qiu left, and now it's winter, I don't know if he has sent a new letter back."

Moreover, the journey was cold and long, so it was not certain whether the courier could deliver it, and they would not know if they were lazy halfway.

Pu Yuan read through the contents of the letter, dipped the pen into the ink, and finished the letter with the last stroke. When the handwriting was dry, he folded the reply letter neatly and put it into the faith stamp, and then put it back together with Xiaoyu's letter. in the cabinet.

Liu Songzi was embarrassed, his heart was filled with something empty, and he couldn't even say a word of those casual words.

He didn't know why the Zongzhang took so long to open the letter, and he also didn't know why he replied to the letter but never sent it.

It was still dark the next day, and the treetops and the ground could be vaguely covered with a layer of white outside the window.

Snowing.

Liu Songzi covered his mouth tightly and hissed in the cold air, and was about to cover the windows tightly, when he looked up, the windows in the main courtyard were already lit up, and the Zongzhang got up so early.

It is difficult to get up in snowy weather, and it is not yet dawn, so I tucked up in the bed, gritted my teeth, put on a cotton jacket with cuffs tightly wrapped, and walked out of the room.

Liu Songzi stood guard outside the door and asked in a low voice, "Does the head have any orders?"

Drinking a sip of hot tea to warm up on a snowy night is not bad, he was about to go to the fire room to add a pot of hot water, but Wen Zong said: "It's nothing, you can go down."

The indoor windows were half open, and the fluttering and fragmented snow fell one after another, a little falling into the window.

Under the lampshade, the fire was flickering, Pu Yuan took out a shining bead from his pocket, placed it on the jade platform and quietly turned the pages of the book, time seems to be eternity, but it is quietly passing by.

Until the sky was gray and gray, the snow was still drifting.

Pu Yuan closed the window, closed the book at hand, and put away the beads.

After getting into the bed, he took out a small blue medicine sachet that had almost lost its dry smell, as if he could still smell the fragrance of the medicine, and gradually closed his eyes and waited for sleep.

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Typo to be fixed, thanks everyone!