Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 159 (Short Story - Dead Goose)

Dongnv was created in winter when the sun was not too warm and shone on the thin snow under the cypress trees.Born to be given the duty to remove all colors that do not belong to winter.

Dongnv, who is all white like a statue, leans on the big tree that gave birth to her.Even the evergreen leaves are enough for the winter girl to touch, and she covers the fallen leaves with winter snow.

The geese flew across the pale sky, and Dongnv looked up with feeling. Her eyes were burned by the color of life, and the snow was scattered like tears. Dongnv, who was getting smaller and smaller, stared for a long time until into snow mounds.

After leaving, everything became silent again.

According to legend, when the swan geese fall, it will snow, and Dongnv's white body is covered by the snow that falls again from the sky.She was lying on her back, her eyes full of mourning and mourning, and she raised a hand to the sky.The geese were supposed to fly to the south, but withered in the field of winter.

It's time to leave, Dongnv walked out of her lair, the wind woke up the cypress, and she headed in the direction that the geese were galloping towards.

The snow-white blinding world, the snow flooded the goose's body that gradually lost its temperature, and the warm fire melted its wings.The dead geese are properly arranged in the embrace of nature and buried in the footprints of deep winter.

This is just the prologue of winter.

Dongnv stared at the unmelted brown and blue goose feathers in confusion, the cold color, the temperature that had not dissipated, and Dongnv's still burning pain.

A gust of snow swept away the tail feathers of the goose.

Dongnv took half a step, and her limbs made of snow kept falling and dissipating, like a sea girl who was about to turn into foam. She did not stop, and continued to walk in the direction where the wind left, reaching the border, and the last strand of hair returned to loneliness.

The wind kept blowing, hitting the weak barrier, but it still couldn't send the wild goose feather to the south, and the gray shadow under the tree had no sunshine, so it couldn't let Dongnv drift away with the steam of the rain, drifting towards her forever. In the sky of fear and longing, there are only grains of salt left on the ground, whose tears are unknown.

The horns shaped like conch blew leisurely, echoing among the Gobi mountains, calling hungry wolves and old goats, it seems that everyone has been used to this inherent arrangement.

The goat didn't struggle, the wolf ate almost devoutly, the black and white figures receded and bit each other, and the bright red blood dripped on the snow, witnessing a sacrifice and killing, which still had warmth.When the strange ceremony ended with a goose feather attached to the goat's horn, their land, which had never been visited by geese, was infected with the sorrow of geese.

The blood-colored paws of the lonely wolf were printed on the snow, and as they ran to the distance, they faded away.Greedy blood flowed in the opposite direction, drawing a boundary line.

The bones of the goat resolutely guarded the mountain pass.

Those who survive do not want to live, and those who leave seem to have never left.

Dongnv took off the goat's horns and put them next to her ears. The horns became more and more crimson, scarring Dongnv's cheeks. direction journey.

Winter and the wind are a long and persistent pursuit, the horns are still weeping, the feathers of the goose are about to fade, the wind still weakly takes it away, because the wind firmly believes that everything about the goose does not belong here.

This is the only proof that the goose remains in the world, but Dong wants to take it away.

This is the meaning and responsibility of Dongnv. When she bent down, the pain when she touched the feather was no longer so intense compared with the constant baptism of blood.The pure white scarlet girl showed a satisfied smile.

"Tick tock" "tick tock", the goat's horn blood erodes the goose feathers, as if to symbolize this greedy desire.

The geese never belonged here, the geese are going south.

Even if winter has come, the geese must go south.

The horns fell on the snow, and a cypress leaf fluttered in the air, and was sent back to the depths of winter by the wind. It seemed to hear the sound of germ growth under the body of a dead goose.
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Want to bury you in the depths of winter.
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The four seasons reincarnate, the persistent spring blossoms
(End of this chapter)