Wei Shu

Chapter 152

Wei Shu lowered her body, her whole body seemed to blend into the night and the breeze, she listened attentively to the movement in the room, and the voice gradually reached her ears:

"...Oh, what a pity, it's such a disaster that such a good person just disappeared."

This is an elderly woman speaking, her vicissitudes of life are full of sadness, her voice is trembling, as if she is crying.

"Mother, sit down...sit down and talk again, don't get tired." Another middle-aged man's voice sounded, obviously the old woman's son, but this man seemed not full of energy, and his voice was full of excitement. Slight wheezing:
"Hey, where the hell did Lao Jin go? I searched everywhere, and they all said I didn't see cough cough..."

Before he could say a few words, the man coughed in a low voice, his panting mixed with muffled noises, as Wei Shu guessed, he was a weak and sick person.

The coughing sound came together, followed by another middle-aged woman's voice, but she was trying to persuade the man in front: "Father, drink your saliva, don't worry, let's wait and see, maybe Brother Erjin will be back in a while."

It seems that this is a family of three, and judging from his tone, this family must be familiar with Jingui's mother and son. Now that the whole family stays in Jin's house, they speak and act naturally. It can be seen that the relationship between the two families is close. You can also log in by yourself.

After the wife finished speaking, there was a rustling sound in the room, as if she was moving the chairs, stools and cups. Then, the old woman stopped crying and asked in a trembling voice:
"In the middle of the night, I was in a daze and heard Mrs. Zhang say that her noble son was going to Yinzhi Street to make a living. My son, have you gone to Yinzhi Street to look for it?"

Mrs. Zhang?Zhang?

Wei Shu's heart suddenly tightened.

Jingui's mother was named Zhang.

The middle-aged man coughed Fang Ping, and when he heard the words, he breathed unsteadily and said, "Mother, I've looked for him, but no one has seen him."

"Oh, why is there no sign of this child? I haven't even seen the last face..." The old woman whispered hoarsely, and then began to cry again, shaking like a bean lamp, like Wei Shu sinking heart.

Just these words already indicated many things, but she still took a step forward with the last ray of hope and the idea of ​​"it may not be what I think".

The night wind suddenly blew up, the gutters scattered the starlight, and the candle shadows leaking from the thatched cottage made the surrounding darkness thicker. At some point, a slender figure appeared in the thick darkness.

The three people in the house still didn't notice the sudden change outside the house, they still sat around the only plank bed in the hut, each sighing and weeping.Lying on the plank bed was an old woman with withered hair and thin lips, her face was blue and her lips were purple, she was already lifeless.

Wei Shu stared at it, and found that the old woman must have been tidied up well, her head and face were wiped clean, and although there were many patches on the dress, it was also washed very smooth, and the creases on it were quite new, obviously Just took it out of the box.

In addition, there was a rattan stick next to the old woman's straw pillow, which was supposed to be supported by her, and it had been wiped clean at this time.And she was lying flat on the plank bed with the cane, with a peaceful expression, as if she was asleep.

If one ignores the scratches on her forehead and cheeks, as well as the obviously sunken sternum, she is no different from those old people who have died.

The three members of the family sitting around were all dressed in plain clothes and hemp shoes, and looked haggard. Among them, the old woman had gray hair and was covering her face with tears; the younger man next to her had a sallow complexion and was also sighing constantly; His wife was considered the most energetic of the three, and she was also sad and tired at this time.

"I really shouldn't talk too much about Mrs. Zhang..." The old woman cried again at this moment, with tears in her cloudy eyes, and a trace of regret on her face:
"She was waiting anxiously for Guiwa. When I said that, she couldn't sit still. She was going to wait at the intersection, but her eyes couldn't see..."

She choked up and stopped talking, her gray hair trembling under the dim candle, as if she was extremely self-blaming.

Her daughter-in-law persuaded her, "Mother, how can I blame you for this? That mother-in-law likes to go to the intersection to wait for Brother Jin to come home, and we often persuade her. When has she ever heard of us again? Which day don't you stand outside the door a few times?"

As she spoke, her eyes turned red, and she wiped the corners of her eyes and said: "If you want to blame it, you can blame it on this god damn it. No one will let us sufferers suffer like this again. No one expected that there would be people riding horses in that place." , knocked down someone and didn't even stop to take a look, but even stepped back on the horse, spit! What a beast..."

"You can keep your voice down...cough cough cough..." The man suddenly coughed violently, his whole face flushed from suffocation, but he still struggled to hiss and interrupted his wife, panting:

"...Don't say any more, that's the servant of Master Zha Keshan's family. Master Zha Keshan has just been promoted to the head. Let's cough...how can we provoke..."

After finishing speaking with great difficulty, he was so coughed that he bent over. His wife hurriedly picked up the water bowl at the side and brought it to his lips to feed him, but she was no longer in the mood to speak.

The room was silent, the candles were dimly lit, and a few dogs barked in the distance, but there was no other sound.

The night gradually deepened, the candles in the thatched hut had been extinguished at some point, the stars in the sky faded, and the night became more and more silent...

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Three days later, on the day of the Lantern Festival, it was a cloudy spring.

It rained a few hours at dawn, but fortunately the rain stopped in the middle of the afternoon, and the wind was strong and the clouds covered the moon at night, so the weather was not too bad. Many people in Baishuang City gathered on the bank of the Cang River, Put the lights on and pray for blessings.

In a short time, the thousands of lotus lanterns floated on the river, and the boats in prostitution alleys went back and forth, colorful candles, lights and shadows, prostitutes singing and dancing, and makeup floating around. It turned the dark and windy night of this month into a noisy night.

Gilles's carriage was driving along the river. Looking out of the window, she saw the majestic cavalry. In the river, there were bright candles, as if she was walking among the lights of thousands of houses. Her face was illuminated by the river lights, flickering on and off , sometimes cloudy and sometimes sunny.

He Zhuo knelt beside Jiller, glanced at her face carefully, then held the milk tea with honey in front of her eyes, and said softly: "Master, it will be here in a while, you can drink it first Soothe your throat with tea."

Gilles frowned and turned away from the teacup, only raised his chin and said, "Leave it alone."

After saying that, he rested his chin and looked at the river view outside the window, with a look of surprise on his face: "What's going on just now? Why did it block the road after everything was going well? Who is making a fuss over there?"

As she spoke, her eyebrows were raised slightly, and she pulled up the car curtain with a "swipe", only to feel that the bustle outside was really unbearable, making her upset.

(End of this chapter)