One or two branches of plum outside the bamboo

Chapter 1 Where is my brother?

"Squeaky..."

"Squeaky..."

A pair of old patched cotton shoes stepped on the fresh snow that fell just yesterday.

The owner of the feet was in a hurry, and the sound of breath between walking resounded throughout the world.

Today is the fourth year of Xinbao, and on the fifth day of the first lunar month, every household in Yanjia Village is decorated with lanterns, and the bright red couplets and colorful hanging money are particularly festive against the white snow.

When passing by the gates of other people's houses, I could vaguely hear the laughter and laughter coming from the courtyard.

But these voices didn't make him stop for a moment. He lowered the sheepskin hat on his head, shrugged his shoulders and folded his hands, and walked quickly all the way to the dilapidated yard at the end of the village.

The yard is in disrepair!
The adobe courtyard walls have collapsed quite a bit, and the original three earthen houses in the yard are now standing there crookedly. The windows are blocked with broken straw mats, but the mats are full of holes... …

The wooden door could no longer be closed due to the deformation of the door frame, so it was only tied with an old straw rope. Every time the wind picked up, a few strands of grass jumped out of the large line from the straw rope, which made people worry just by looking at them. The next second the door was blown wide open by the strong wind.

Soon, the man arrived at his destination, and he was still a little stunned standing in front of such a yard.

He didn't expect that what he saw would be such a scene, as if a stone was blocked in his heart, he couldn't express his sadness.

But he was stunned for only a moment. He tightened the old leather jacket on his body, and took two steps forward to cross the low wall.

But who would have known that he was walking too fast, and he was unprepared. He stepped forward, but his footing was unstable. He stepped on the snow-covered gravel, and immediately stumbled and almost fell into the snow. .

He waved his hands instinctively, and hurriedly stabilized his body. He was fine, but the paper bag in his arms fell out.

The oiled paper was not strong, and it fell apart when it hit the ground, revealing a few steaming buckwheat dumplings inside. The dumplings rolled in the snow and covered a lot of snow.

When the man saw the dumpling fell, his mouth slumped and his eyes were red.

That behavior seemed out of place for his age.

He endured it for a while, but didn't hold back, but thinking about the purpose of the trip, he cried while squatting on the ground, carefully picked up the dumplings, held one in his hand, and pouted to blow the snow off the top, but the dumplings It's too hot, and the snow has melted on it...

He shook the oiled paper off the ground and picked it up, picked up the dumplings one by one and put them back inside.

Only then did he wipe away his tears, clean up his mood, and slammed the wooden door.

The two thin figures in the door huddled together, with thick thatch pressing on their bodies, but the thatch was not new, it was old, not to mention the grayness, but also with the dampness of winter, and there was a lot of snow on the thatch. The snow particles have long been melted by body temperature, and then blown by the cold wind in winter, they slowly turned into ice crystals, and people with ice are cold to the bones.

The voices outside the door were anxious and worried, but the two figures inside the door were silent.

Knocked for a while.

The person outside the door finally couldn't wait any longer. He was trembling a little. His big rough hand grabbed the twisted outer edge of the wooden door. With a single force, the straw rope was snapped.

The man opened the door and walked in. His vision was not as dim as he had imagined. When he looked up, he saw a bright sky above his head.

It turned out that the grass that covered the two of them fell from the roof.

The two figures hugging each other were a little stiff.

The dumplings in the man's hand suddenly fell to the ground!
"Miss Qingzhi, Young Master Qingzhu!"

He immediately took off his tattered leather jacket and covered the two figures on the wooden board.

When he picked up the two children, the cold touch made him tremble, and after that, he couldn't bear the trembling.

"Miss Qingzhi! Young Master Qingzhu! Wake up, wake up..."

His breath sprayed on the faces of the two, but the two children did not move at all.

His trembling fingers reached out to the two noses.

Although he is stupid, he fully understands that the two of them are afraid that they will not be able to do it. Otherwise, in such a cold day, as long as there is breathing, it is impossible to have no water vapor...

After trying it out, it was exactly as he thought.

He opened his mouth wide and paused for a long time before he seemed to find his voice.

"Master Yan! It's Zhuzi I'm sorry for you... You couldn't even save your last blood... ah ah ah ah..."

He was crying and grief, some dirty single clothes were stained with sweat, he was holding the arms of the two children, and he was still flapping his leather jackets.

There was an inexplicable emotion in his heart, as if it was the only way to vent it.

"Ah ah ah... Master Yan! You left too early!"

"Ahhh... uh..."

Just when he couldn't help himself crying, his howling voice suddenly stopped.

Looking down, I saw that the older child suddenly began to twitch.

The man's cries stopped, and the sadness was immediately replaced by panic, but it was immediately replaced by ecstasy.

His breathing rate became a little faster, and he immediately picked up the two children.

"Miss...Miss Aozhi...Can you hear me? Miss Aozhi..."

The twitching child was convulsing all over his body, but his eyes did not open.

The man rushed out of the dilapidated yard in a panic, and ran all the way to the other direction in the village.

The two children were neither light nor heavy, but they were also a drag. The snow on the road was too deep. He stumbled and slipped out of the way uncontrollably while running.

Wearing a single shirt, he didn't feel cold even if he fell into the snow, but he couldn't hide his worry.

He didn't dare to delay, and hurried over to pick up the two children. The older child was still twitching, and his face was a little blue.

When he saw it, he panicked, rushed forward, failed to stand firm, and fell out again. This time, he fell even harder. One somersault fell on the two children.

Yan Qingzhi's soul seemed to sink into the water, and no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break out of this deep water.

She felt that she had seen the light above her head, but she desperately swam, swam, swam toward the light... and couldn't get close to the light.

She was too tired to swim, and the feeling of suffocation made her have no strength...

too tired!
forget it!
As if a voice was repeating in her ear...

Her consciousness is not very clear, but the voice is very clear, she feels that something is wrong, but her stagnant thinking makes her unable to refute.

Just as her consciousness was getting farther and farther away from the light, her body suddenly sank!
The whole person suddenly got rid of that state of suffocation.

Her eyes opened suddenly, and she looked in the direction of her gaze in confusion.

pain!
Pain in the bones!

heat!
The body seems to be on fire...

A burst of cold air rushed into her chest, and she heard her sharp breathing sound, and the cold feeling made her shiver.

Seeing her open her eyes, the disgraced man in front of him almost burst into tears of joy. His hat was lost, his greasy hair was still messy, and the steam above his head made people feel his fiery mood at the moment.

"Miss Aozhi! You're awake..."

Yan Qingzhi looked at the man closely, her body stiff and uncontrollable.

A few questions quickly flashed through my mind.

who am I?
where am I?
Where is my brother?

(End of this chapter)