Wei Shu

Chapter 112 Alive
Lian'er clenched the cloth towel in her hand, and her bony joints stood up, as if the sharp bones were about to pierce through the skinny skin, leaving a few bloody holes, and also piercing through the back and forth, disgusting and horrible words in her brain. scary thought.

Living, how difficult the word is, is much more difficult than dying.

But she still wants to live.

She is only 13 years old this year, just like the opera sang, it is the age when the flowers are budding and the willows are giving birth to leaves. She doesn't want to die so early, let alone die so... so miserable.

Dried human... bone meal... fat field...

Thoughts came up one after another, Lian'er felt like a big piece of ice was blocked in her cavity, which couldn't be melted or blown apart, making her whole body cold and difficult to breathe.

She had to stop her work, clutching the stone slab with both hands, panting vigorously with her mouth wide open, a faint buzzing sounded in her ears, as if Xia Chan was screaming desperately beside her ears.

Soon, a few drops of water rolled down her chin and forehead and fell to the ground. Lian'er blinked her eyes, but her eyes were still sore. The wind from all directions rushed into her throat, and her eyes became dark for a while.

She has seen too many dead people.

When those who are about to die take their last breath, there will be a strange and long sound from the back of their throats, as if a hand has reached in and grabbed their heart and lungs, forcing the last bit of life there Squeeze it out raw and wring it out.

Like the dirty cloth towel she wrung.

Then, those people would collapse there limply and heavily, their complexions gradually turning gray, and an indescribable smell emanating from their bodies—cold, thick, like frozen hard stones, firmly The ground is built into the air, and everything around it is airtight.

Lian'er no longer had the strength to raise her hand to wipe her face.

All her strength was used to support the weight of her body, as if only in this way, the fear from the bottom of her heart would not crush her.

She really doesn't want to die.

She wants to live.

Even if she worked so hard day and night, even if she was starving and freezing, she didn't want to be dried, ground into bone meal, and used as fertilizer for the field.

As soon as she thought of this, Lian'er couldn't help but tremble all over, as if the huge and cold stone mill had already pressed on her body, grinding away all her flesh and bones.

If he died like this, he might not even be able to be reincarnated, let alone a complete soul that would be lost forever in the world.

Lian'er's face was ashen as death, her body was trembling uncontrollably, even though the warm spring light was shining on her body, she still felt very cold, so cold that she felt chills coming out from the cracks in her bones.

The east wind was blowing by itself, ignorant of the misery in this small corner of the world. There were already many water stains on the stone slab that had not been wiped off, and very deep blue spots appeared, like moss accumulated over time.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance.

Lian'er's body froze suddenly.

There is no serious master in the Houzhai now, and the stewards must be having dinner right now, and they will not come to the garden at this time. Apart from these two, the person who came could only be some decent gold slave, perhaps Just pass by.

These thoughts came to mind almost instantly, and Lian'er's body moved first.She walked on her knees and moved to the side, getting out of the middle of the corridor, and at the same time put her hands on the ground, her head was buried deeply between her arms, and she even breathed lightly.

The visitor walked lightly and quickly, and it didn't take long before he walked in front of Lian'er.

Lian'er lay on top of her without moving, thinking that the gold slave would disdainfully bypass her, just like those gold slaves did when they faced Song Nu before.

However, the footsteps stopped suddenly.

The tip of a pair of shoes appeared in Lian Er's line of sight. On the half-worn silk material that was a little threadbare, a few clusters of winter jasmine were embroidered. The stitches were not precise, but the colors were bright and eye-catching.

"Finally found you."

In the soft wind, a ray of voice drifted into my ears.The extremely delicate guttural voice, with a hint of a smile, was inexplicably familiar.

Lian'er opened her mouth, and the phrase "slave should be damned" that has been said recently has already flowed on her lips and teeth.

However, in the next breath, her voice was stuck in her throat.

She jerked her head up.

At that moment, on that blue-white-haired gray face like a skeleton, in the depths of the sunken eye sockets, an almost scorching light burst out.

"...is...it's you?" Lian'er desperately opened her eyes wide, trying to recognize the figure standing against the light.

However, the sun at noon was still gorgeous, piercing into her eyes like golden arrows, and tears soon flowed from her eyes. The blurred vision made everything in front of her eyes more difficult to distinguish. The black shadow surged up, and she gradually felt dizzy.

She shook her head, suddenly she didn't know where the strength and courage came from, and she grabbed the corner of the person's skirt:

"Is...is it you...is it you..." The trembling voice was forced out of Lian'er's throat, and was cut to pieces by the strong spring wind.

The overwhelming darkness swept over, Lian'er's drowsy head was only left with these four words at the moment, and all her strength seemed to be exhausted by these four words, and she was even unable to grasp the words again. A corner of the dress, let the fine cloth slip from the fingers.

A wind blew by, blowing that corner of the skirt into curls.

Wei Shu knelt down slowly, squeezed the hem of the skirt into a roll, stuffed it back into Lian'er's hand, and said softly, "Well, it's me, Lian'er. I'm here to find you."

Lian'er grasped the corner of the skirt in a daze.

At this time, there was no trace of blood on her face, only her eyes were as red as blood, as if the sun was using it as a flame, burning the little flesh and blood that was left of her.

Lian'er's expression suddenly twisted, and she pulled with all her might.

She gritted her teeth, gritted her teeth, and had a ferocious face, but her strength was worse than that of a three-year-old child. She also muttered something, as if she was cursing crazily, or scolding in grief, but in the end , but turned into a deep mourning like a beast.

This almost half-crazed appearance made the girl in front of her no longer as beautiful as before, and the scarlet and black handwriting on her left cheek also made her look almost crazy.

Mu Na Hei Tai.

The bloody handwriting pierced Wei Shu's line of sight one after another, she subconsciously turned her head, and the coldness of the corners of her brows soaked into her eyes.

It turned out that Lian Er, the former Song Nu, had become the most humble Li Nu.Presumably, those Song slaves in Baihuayuan were all tattooed and turned into "low animals" trampled by the entire Dajin.

When those Jin people counted the number of slaves, they never called them "pieces", but talked about them with "heads".

One Muna Hei Tai, or, many Mu Na Hei Tai.

(End of this chapter)