box of hearts

Chapter 162
He didn't answer anything, but turned around suddenly, with his back to her.Xiangshou looked at the wide and cold back, thinking that she saw a marble screen, behind which there was a whole large garden, but she was isolated from it.Xiangshou touched Qi She's back, and retracted before his fingertips touched it.She also turned over, and the two lines of tears on her face merged into a clear bright mark.

Back to back Qi She didn't cry, what he did have was laughter.He understands that everyone is laughing at him, a big fool who is number one in the sky, he is not even as good as those prodigal sons who buried their wealth in the powder land, those people were deceived only by the land and family business passed down from their ancestors, And what he was cheated of was the blood and sweat he had saved up penny by penny, and his exorbitant prostitution money was the sincerity he had saved up for a lifetime.And it wasn't even the funniest thing, the funniest thing - he wanted to put his finger in front of his nose and laugh like crazy - he was expecting that bitch to go to hell all day long, fried and oiled Let her try the measured tortures he now suffers in hell; but between each vile hope and the next there is a feeble but clear voice from his shattered heart The very bottom of rises:

Is she okay?

8.
Qingtian is not good, not at all, it is simply terrible.When she arrived in Yangzhou at the end of February, a razor fell directly on top of her head.The misty hairpin with lace falls to the ground like a dream; the moon fan in cloud clothes by the wine bank is all given to the bells, drums and scriptures.Received 340 eight full precepts [1], the Dharma name is Jinghui.

The head of Soyue Nunnery, Liaokong, is a tall and thin nun around 50 years old. As soon as she saw Qingtian, she hurriedly pinched the number beads in her hand, saying "sin, sin" - Qingtian understood this sentence.The twenty or so nuns in the nunnery all spoke Yangzhou local dialect, which she could not listen to or speak, but Qingtian didn't want to listen or speak at all, except for the daily morning and evening classes, she never spoke, and people asked her what , she nods or shakes her head.In fact, no one asked her anything, they just walked up to her and dropped a pile of clothes, a firewood basket, or pointed to the empty water tank.

Fireworks in March is the most beautiful season in Yangzhou, but Qingtian has never been so ugly.In just half a month, her face was out of shape, her starry and bright eyes became dark, like two bottomless deep pits, her originally rosy cheeks changed into The color is blue, the onion-like nails on his hands are so short that they go into the flesh, deep red and light purple sores have grown on several fingers, and sometimes bloody water will flow out, and there are many on the fingertips. The black broken spots are wood thorns pierced into the skin.

She saw her reflection in the water by the well platform, she only blinked her eyes, then turned her face away and pulled the well rope down, hoisting up a bucket full of water.Pour water into another big bucket under the feet, and then carry it with both hands, the waist is half bowed, swaying sideways to a big green tank, take a few long breaths, grit your teeth and lift your arms up Pull it up, push it up with your body, and finally the edge of the barrel touches the edge of the vat, with a "crash".Such a large tank stores ten buckets of water, and there are three such large tanks piled up in the yard.Qingtian grabbed the empty bucket with his sore arms and walked back to the edge of the well.After filling the water, there are laundry, mowing, chopping firewood, cooking...everything is waiting for her.There are many jobs that I don't know how to do, but I can't stop her cleverness, so she got started after three or two times, and the other nuns threw their share to her, and the temple master turned a blind eye.Qingtian didn't bother to spend a word with them, so he took it silently.This was hard labor that she had never experienced in half her life, but she didn't worry about her body at all.Qingtian knew that she would not fall down, she had been like this since she was a child, the more difficult the season was, the more she could stand it.If it goes on like this, even if it becomes a skeleton from exhaustion, the skeleton can continue to do it!
Thinking of this, the corners of her dry mouth twitched slightly.

After evening class, she went to help in the kitchen as usual.Squatting under the stove to light the fire, but there was no trace of sparks, only thick black smoke coming out, choking the whole room to cover their faces and cough loudly.The two aunts who were cooking were chattering about something.What Qingtian can understand up to now is actually only a few fragmentary words and sentences, such as "this bone" means "here", and "jinga" means "today", but she understands the fast and dense Yangzhou dialect to a good degree Not far away, she heard her name again in their conversation: "bitch".The soft ending sound was thrown out from the corners of their slouching and smiling mouths, repeating over and over again, saying that she was stupid, that she was stupid, that she was a bitch who could do nothing but flirt and seduce men.

A nun named Jing Guo walked in. She was nearly forty years old, with a fat body, long hands and feet, and a small face, but slightly swollen.She flapped her hands in front of her nose twice, and yelled something, and the other two nuns immediately spoke to her in a ambiguous tone.That Jingguo didn't reply anymore, she just came to Qingtian's side and whispered to her in awkward Mandarin: "They are always like this, don't mind." Qingtian glanced at her, didn't answer, just put down the blower Torch, smoke out a piece of firewood, the color of the wood is dark.

Jing Guo sighed, "Someone deliberately tricked you by soaking the firewood."

At this time, a nun who was in charge came along, took a look and pushed Jingguo away, pointed at Qingtian and shouted "Take care" and "It's so late".Qing Tian felt that she was probably scolding her for not doing things seriously, making everyone unable to eat. She knew that she would be hungry again tonight, this was not the first time.

If the meal is delayed, the reading of the scriptures after the meal will also be delayed, which is a very serious matter in the temple.The master of the temple still punished Qingtian to return to his room on an empty stomach to sew worship mats for the temple.Qingtian returned to his meditation room, and with a small oil lamp, he pinched the slippery silk pieces in his hands and sewed them stitch by stitch.She was not good at needlework, but she was hungry and dizzy, and she was getting slower and slower.All the lights in the other rooms were turned off, and there were still a few scraps piled up beside the bed.At this time, there was a knock on the door, low and urgent, several times in succession.Qingtian hesitated for a moment, got out of bed and opened the door, a shadow flashed in from outside the door, it was the nun Jingguo.Under the dim light, he took out half a dry steamed bun from his pocket and stuffed it, "Are you hungry? Eat, eat quickly."

Qingtian looked at her, then lowered his head and started to eat the buns.Jing Guo sat on the edge of her bed, picked up the soft silk that had just been left behind, and sewed it down.In just ten or so needles, Qing Tian had already eaten so much that there was not even any scum left, his cheeks bulged like he had two big apricots in his mouth, he swallowed with difficulty, and at the same time dragged back the work in Jing Guo's hands.Jing Guo opened her hands, "Let me help you."

Qingtian just put himself on the bed and leaned on the lamp, trying to draw the needle, but Jingguo let out an "ah" and went out silently, closing the door behind him.Only then did Qingtian raise his head, stared blankly towards the door for a moment, then lowered his head and began to sew again.I don't know how many times I sewed it, my eyes were so astringent that I couldn't open it, and finally got the last stitch.She bit off the end of the thread with her teeth, didn't even bother to put down the needle, and fell asleep with her head tilted.

When I woke up the next day, I found that the needle had been stuck in the palm of my hand, and it stayed like that all night.The blood had dried, staining a small piece of cotton thread attached to the end of the needle to rusty yellow.Qingtian pulled out the needle from the flesh, stepped on his shoes and got off the kang, splashed cold water on his face by a small tank in the corner, and wiped his bald head twice.The sky outside was still half dark, and a head covered with water droplets was faintly reflected in the blue.Once upon a time, this head would open its eyes every day with the fresh dew of flowers, and a maid would use a white jade comb to smooth its long hair. The precious hair oil extracted from the cleaning, every inch from the root to the end of the hair, needs to be sipped five hundred times to create a black, bright and gorgeous golden pillow and green cloud.And in this shabby small room, the same head no longer has hair, nothing, as if it never existed.

This is a new day for Jinghui.

9.
This kind of life goes on day after day without interruption.The time sequence has changed, and it has entered the season of yellow plum blossoms.

The weather in the south is not as dry and sunny as in the north. Since the beginning of April, the rain has hardly stopped. The houses are moldy and damp, and the roads are muddy. It is a pain to go outside.The sisters-in-law of Soyue Nunnery all closed their doors, and all the chores like picking firewood up the mountain and washing clothes in the river were all thrown to Qingtian.There is a tattered yellow straw coir raincoat in Qingtian, which does not keep out the rain at all. When I return home wet every day, I am ridiculed as a "drowned chicken" when I enter the nunnery. When the word "chicken" is mentioned, the nuns laugh like crazy. It was like chicken plague.There was always only that Jingguo who was full of pity, and quietly sent a bowl of hot ginger tea to Qingtian's room, "It won't be cold after drinking this."

After drinking the tenth bowl of ginger tea, Qingtian's expressionless face showed a grateful smile to Jingguo for the first time.Since then, every time she sees Jing Guo, she still doesn't speak, but always smiles and nods.Jing Guo always ignored the ridicule of other nuns, and helped Qing Tian from time to time, and occasionally slipped into her room at night to share some odd jobs of sewing with a small oil lamp.Under the dim light, Qingtian turned to Jingguo stealthily, isn't this compassionate person her oil lamp?A little farther away, nothing can be illuminated, but it can always illuminate the place in front of me.

I can't tell which day it was, but when I got up, the rain stopped, the clouds were clear and the sun was high, and the sun was basking in my face, which was comparable to the clear sky in May in Beijing.Seeing that the weather was good, the head of the nunnery sent several people to pound rice early in the morning, including Qingtian and Jingguo.

(End of this chapter)