This witch, please stay

Chapter 43

The night is thin, and a round of bright and clear full moon is slowly falling on the western side of the sky at this time. Under the gradually brightening sky, the countless stars that have blinked all night seem to be tired. Eyes, leisurely sinking into the sleep called daytime.

God, before I knew it, it was about to light up.

In an old alley near the city wall, a big man with a scarred face and a bruised fiery red fist mark on the left cheek near the bridge of the nose walked up to a door god, all of them were dim and old, with a slight edge on the edge. In front of the raised wooden door.

After rubbing his face vigorously, he carefully pushed open the wooden door that was much older than the door god.

An unexpected "squeak" sounded in the small courtyard with the opening of the wooden door, startling a woman who was mending clothes in the small courtyard with her head down suddenly raised her head, the needle in her hand almost pricked her finger .

But the startled woman didn't mean to blame at all, but hurriedly got up and quickly looked at her man. After seeing the purple mark on his face that couldn't be hidden no matter what, the woman's eyes were full It was "唰" all of a sudden red.

On weekdays, no matter how late my man is, he will return home before the moon goes down.

And as long as it is late, there must be some accident.

This kind of accident happened three times before.

Almost every time I came back, my body was very seriously injured, and twice out of the three times, I couldn't walk at all, so I had to be carried into the house by others.

But again and again, he just stayed in the house for a short time, and as soon as he got a little better, he went out and continued to do those destructive activities.

The so-called "one hundred days of muscle and bone injury", let alone a hundred days, even half a month, her man has never slept enough.

Looking at the fist mark on the man's face that was almost half the size of his face, although it was much better than the scaring look with blood all over his face a few times before, but the woman just looked at it like this and thought of it again. After remembering those sad and heart-wrenching past events, tears just fell down all of a sudden, and I couldn't stop it no matter what.

The scar-faced man who was timid, full of guilt and guilt, and did not appear to be fierce outside, saw his daughter-in-law crying, and suddenly panicked and flustered.

The rough man who didn't understand those romantic things at all was not good at talking, but when he saw his wife's tears streaming down like rain from a hole in the roof, he became even more speechless.

So he just stuck in place like a log, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he seemed to be choking on phlegm, and he didn't say a word in the end.

Although he is dull, he also knows that his daughter-in-law is different from those contrived women who are dying to live, and crying really feels sorry for him.

But what's wrong with this?I'm a big bastard, if I don't do pickling which is not much different from putting blood on the incision, then I can only bring my whole family to go hungry together.

It's not that he didn't think about hardening his heart to learn a craft and earn some money with a clean conscience.

But in this shitty world, he couldn't help it at all!

Zhang Tiegen, who is just across the alley from his family, has passed down five generations of craftsmanship, so who the hell dare to say that the boots made are not good?
The results of it?A pair of boots are made, and the money for half a pair of boots goes into other people's pockets, leaving a little bit of money in the end, which is enough to buy rice!

Thinking of these crap, the man with the scarred face sighed and was angry again, and looked at his daughter-in-law again. She was dressed in cloth clothes that hadn't been changed all year round, and her hands were full of calluses.

He felt uncomfortable again.

My daughter-in-law is good everywhere, but her vision of recognizing men is a bit poor. She has suffered so many years after following such a useless thing like herself, and she has never even worn a nice dress.

Seeing the self-blame that couldn't be concealed on the face of her man, although she stopped her tears, the woman with red eyes stepped forward and squeezed her man's hand, and then she wanted to pull him to the house. to rest.

Both of them stayed up all night.

At this moment, the man turned around in a hurry, and by the door of the inner room with peeling walls, a child who looked like he had just learned to walk was holding the door frame with one hand, wiping his eyes with the other, and said in a daze by:

"Mom, what shall we have for breakfast?"

Children from poor families always get up earlier.

The man had a sore nose, blinked his eyes twice quickly, and when he turned around, he had already put on a smiling face.

The eye-catching scar across his forehead and between his eyebrows has already been pinched in his hands.

……

In an alley facing the street, a young man in a coarse cloth apron, with blood on his face, curled up like a shrimp and fell to the ground, slightly hooked his fingers.

After a long while, the young man slowly opened his eyes, looked at the scene in front of him through the eye that could still be opened, and was dazed for a long time before he recognized the situation around him clearly. .

After turning over with some difficulty and pressing his back to the ground, he felt a little sense of reality.

Wave after wave of dizziness came from the back of his head, as if there were still a group of vicious men beating desperately there.

Pain, pain all over.

Especially after waking up, as he gradually regained consciousness, those ubiquitous pains also seemed to wake up, making him want to grin his teeth in pain.

But his face hurts too.

And he kept getting hot, as if there was a fire burning on his face.

He knew it was swollen.

Burning, pain, dizziness...

He felt like he had jars of all sorts of uncomfortable spice jars smashed through him, staining him like he'd be better off without waking up.

Just staring blankly at the gradually brightening sky, the young man selling wontons remained motionless, as if he was pretending to be a dead body, as if as long as he did so, the bull's head and horse face and the damn pain would not find him.

Who would have trouble with a dead man?

After an unknown period of time, he felt that the pain and burning sensation in his body finally began to gradually fade away.

With great difficulty, he opened his mouth a small slit, and after exhaling a long breath, he whispered, "It's dawn."

Then he felt a salty taste of iron flowing from his lips into his mouth.

Lips are broken.

Then an old woman who lost her husband and son early stumbled into his mind.

With a jolt, the young man seemed to have suddenly gained a lot of strength. First he turned over, then supported the ground with his elbows, then supported the ground with his palms and knees, and then supported with his palms, and stood upright.

Finally, after a long time, he changed from a kneeling position to a standing position, and limped towards his cart at the entrance of the alley.

He didn't know if he could change from kneeling to standing in this life.

……

In a shabby hut even worse than the scar-faced man's house, a blind old woman sat on the threshold, looking up at the entrance of the alley from time to time, but she didn't hear the familiar sentence "Grandma, I'm back, let's go in." House" and then slowly lowered his head.

All night, she was thinking about one thing.

Why hasn't her obedient grandson come back yet?
Such a big man, can he get lost?
……

In an elegant courtyard of a majestic and luxurious mansion, four people sat quietly beside a table of eight immortals carved in red sandalwood.

(End of this chapter)