Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1112 Miracle
The world seems to have changed.

Erniu stood in the crowd, staring blankly at the woman next door who was usually the most aggressive and hard-hearted, crying.

"It's not that I'm going to lose her."

The woman murmured, "I really can't support myself."

Er Niu raised her head in a daze, and looked at the girl who was playing music quietly on the high platform. Her music seemed to hit the softest part of people's hearts. Everyone, but they all think of themselves.

Erniu knew who Aunt Zhang was crying about. It was a year ago that the little doll was thrown away, and Erniu even went to Aunt Zhang's house to hug her.

Erniu's mother is a midwife, and she sometimes goes with her mother to other people's homes to help. She has seen many newborn babies.

But less than one-tenth of those babies will grow up to be running around.

Aunt Zhang said that the third child was her third daughter. When she was born, she ate more than ordinary babies, and her whole body turned white. A blind fortune teller outside looked at her and said that the child might be a practitioner in the future.

It is not a good thing for ordinary people to have a practitioner in a family, and it is a girl. Aunt Zhang's husband knew that he would drown the child immediately. Children less than three months old were sent to the mountains.

When Aunt Zhang rushed over, the child was gone.

Maybe it was carried away by someone, maybe it was eaten by wild animals.

This is not uncommon in Ruyang City, or in the whole of Soochow, among poor people, losing children.Even if they are not practitioners, their children will be drowned if they have too many children to support them. If they are hung up in the mountains, it is considered that the parents are kind-hearted and can comfort themselves. The children may be taken away.

It's just that everyone knows that a girl who may become a practitioner cannot survive in the mountains.

When Erniu and her father went to the mountains to gather medicine, they saw small bones scattered in the crevices of the mountains.

Many, many, small and small.

Babies who may become practitioners are very, very easy to provoke wild animals.

The reason why Aunt Zhang's family knew that something was wrong with the baby when the third child was born was because since the baby girl was born, wild dogs began to attack the door of his house in groups all night and all night.

For ordinary neighbors in the neighborhood, such incidents were obviously unbearable. Within three days, everyone around knew that Aunt Zhang's family had a "broom star".

If ordinary female dolls are money-losing goods, such female dolls are real "broom stars", the kind that would not be wanted if thrown at the door of a wealthy family.

Supporting a practitioner requires big money and a portal strong enough to suck the average household dry.Ordinary people gave birth to practitioners, and if they were boys, they would be thrown at the door of a wealthy family. As long as they were confirmed to be practitioners, they would definitely be adopted.

Every high-ranking family has a large number of such practitioners. They have adopted children for a while before, but since nearly ten years ago, no one wants girls anymore. If they are girls, the common people have to throw them away. The mountains fend for themselves, which is how it was done 20 years ago anyway.

Every family under Chenggen has such sad things, but the sadness will be over after a while.

After the third child was thrown away, Aunt Zhang still stood at the door with her hips akimbo and cursed loudly as before, Er Niu thought she had forgotten about it.

But now amidst the melodious music, Er Niu discovered that this woman actually remembered.

No mother can forget her lost child.

But the chubby baby was lost anyway.

Er Niu clasped her hands in the crowd, staring at the girl on the stage.

She heard the people around her calling her a princess. The word "princess" is far away from Er Niu. Because she is a princess, is she able to survive?
Er Niu didn't know.

But looking at the girl's voice and listening to the music in her ears, Er Niu suddenly felt sad.

It turns out that girls can also play music in the Six Arts Competition.

Er Niu stared at the girl on the stage for a moment, and a word that Da Mao, the next door family who had attended a private school, said to her suddenly appeared in her mind.

dream.

Da Mao's dream is to be a yamen servant in the yamen.

And what is her dream?

Er Niu's eyes widened in a daze, she remembered that when she was a child, she used to like playing Cuju with the boys on the street, although she was thin, she was the best one.She was indeed better than Erniu Cuju next door, but her father found out later, beat her up, and shut her up at home to embroider.

She can only do this, and everyone around her tells her so.

Later, she sneaked into the teahouse, listened to people's stories, and mentioned the countries standing in the ice and snow in the north of Soochow. After hearing this, she was very yearning and wanted to see the scenery of the northern country, but she didn't even dare to tell anyone about this idea.

She is a woman, not allowed to travel far.

No, no, no.

These voices filled her world, blocked her footsteps, imprisoned her life, and prevented her from poking her head out to take a look for the rest of her life.

But is that really the case?

The sound of tearing silk came, and the girl's singing soared to the sky. The little girl from Soochow who stood in the muddy water under the high platform opened her eyes wide, looking at the girl from the former Qin Dynasty who was shining on the high platform through the blurred vision of tears.

No, it's not like that.

Definitely Not.

The sound of building is melodious and melodious, going straight to the sky.

In the music, everyone sees a different world and experiences different emotions.

Erniu saw that the butcher next door, Old Wangtou, was wearing a belt around his waist, trying to straighten his already bent back. Erniu remembered hearing adults say that Old Wangtou was a soldier ten years ago.

Er Niu saw that the scholar next door, who was always cynical, put away his bitter face and stared at the young girl with a complicated expression.

Er Niu saw a lot.

All living beings are moved by it, and they are all living beings.

When the song on the stage sounded, many elderly practitioners opened their eyes wide, and their eye sockets were a little hot.

The audience quietly could hear a needle drop on the ground. In the extreme silence, an old man sighed.

"It's nice to be young."

It's nice to be young.

Under the high platform, many practitioners with greasy faces stood silently, many middle-aged rough men with mud and dust on their clothes and calloused hands stood stiffly, many ordinary or dull or aggressive women shed their eyes. tears.

When everyone was young, they all wanted to be a heroic young hero who was in a hurry.

After waking up from the previous dream of joy, anger, sorrow and joy, everyone's faces were full of hesitation like waking up from a dream. In the ultimate beauty, this joy is over.

With the last sound, it fell quietly, and Ying Baoyue stood up holding Zhu.

Ji Jiashu quietly watched this scene.

Everything is like a miracle.

With her unparalleled music, she ended the battle of the six arts in the Soochow Intermediate Ceremony in the seventh year of the Warring States Period.

(End of this chapter)