Xiao Shijiro

Chapter 28 Xiao Shishilang's House (3)
Shen Bijun said: "So, aren't you lonely at all?"

Xiao Shishilang said, "Yes."

Shen Bijun said: "Where are your brothers and sisters? Where are they all?"

Xiao Shishilang said: "Dead, all dead!"

His eyes were suddenly full of grief, indignation and viciousness, no matter who saw him with such a look, he could imagine that he must have had a tragic past.

Shen Bijun only felt a stabbing pain in her heart - at this moment, she suddenly felt that Xiao Shishilang was still a child, a helpless and lonely child who needed love and care... She didn't know how she could There will be this feeling.

The mud is indeed flowing.

Sure enough, there was land ahead.

But Shen Bijun never dreamed that this place is so beautiful.

Thousands of years ago, this place must have been a swamp, and the soil was naturally particularly fertile.

In addition, surrounded by mountains, the terrain is extremely low, so the cold wind does not come, and the seasons are always spring, as if God deliberately left a piece of paradise in this suffering world.

The vegetation that has withered and withered in other places is thriving here, and the exotic flowers and plants that are difficult to grow in other places are everywhere here.

Even the spring water flowing down from the middle of the mountain is exceptionally clearer and sweeter than other places.

Shen Bijun originally liked to be clean the most, but now she forgot about the mud all over her body, as soon as she set foot on this land, she seemed to have become crazy.

For more than half a moment, she just stood there in a daze, without moving, and after an unknown amount of time, she let out a long breath and said: "I really can't think of such a place in the world, I'm afraid Only people like you can find it."

Xiao Shishilang said: "I can't find it either, it's..."

Shen Bijun laughed, interrupted his words, and said with a sweet smile: "The wolf found it, I know..."

She suddenly discovered that there was a small wooden house in an unknown flower bush next to the spring, and a cluster of light purple flowers grew out of the roof.

She seemed to feel a little disappointed, and sighed softly: "So there are still people here."

Xiao Shishilang stared at her, and said slowly: "Besides you and me, I'm afraid there will be no one else here... You may be the second person to set foot on this land."

Shen Bijun's face seemed to be a little red again, and he asked gently: "Did you bring anyone else here?"

Xiao Shishilang shook his head.

Shen Bijun said: "But that room..."

Xiao Shishilang said: "I built that house. If everyone must have a home, then maybe this house can be regarded as my home."

He smiled faintly, and said again: "I have fallen in love with this place since I first saw it, and whenever I feel tired or bored, I will come here to stay quietly for a while. For a month or two, every time I leave here, I feel like a different person."

Shen Bijun said: "In that case, why don't you stay here for a while? Why don't you stay forever?"

Xiao Shishilang didn't speak.

Shen Bijun's eyes were shining, and he said again: "There are flowers and fruits, clear springs, and such fertile land here. When you come here alone, you don't have to worry about anything anymore. Why don't you be happy here? Why do you have to go outside and cause those troubles?"

Xiao Shishilang was silent for a long time before he smiled and said, "Maybe it's just because I'm a born bitch."

He smiled so sadly, so lonely.

Shen Bijun suddenly understood!

No matter how deep the pain and troubles are, they are not as unbearable as "loneliness".

Even though there are the most beautiful flowers, the sweetest fruits, and the clearest spring water here, they cannot fill the emptiness and loneliness in one's heart.

Xiao Shishilang said slowly: "So I always feel that there are many things that are inferior to wolves. What they can do, I can't do anyway."

Shen Bijun said softly: "It's just because you are not a wolf at all, but a human... If a wolf is forced to do human things, it will definitely be regarded as an idiot by its companions, right?"

Xiao Shishilang was silent for a long time, and murmured: "Yes, people are people, wolves are wolves, wolves should not learn from people, why should people learn from wolves?"

He suddenly smiled and said: "I haven't been here for a long time, the dust in the room must have been three inches thick, I'll go clean it first, you... can you move around?"

Shen Bijun said with a smile: "It seems that God is equally fair to humans and wolves. I soaked in the mud for a long time, and now the injury feels much better."

Xiao Shishilang smiled and said, "Okay, if you like it, you might as well go to the spring over there to wash it, and I'll wait for you in the house."

"I'll wait for you in the house."

Naturally, this is just a very common sentence. When Xiao Shishilang said this sentence, he would never have imagined how important it was to Shen Bijun.

In Shen Bijun's life, almost half of the time was spent waiting.

When she was young, she used to sit on the stone steps at the door, waiting for her parents who were away all the year round to come back, often for several days or months.Waiting to see her father's serious and loving smile, waiting for her mother's gentle embrace and affectionate caress... until one day, she knew that her parents would never come back again.

She didn't wait for her parents that day, but she got two coffins.

Then, she grew up gradually, but she still spent every day waiting.

In the morning, she woke up very early, but she had to lie on the bed and wait for the nurse who took care of her to wake her up and take her to see her grandmother to say hello.

After paying her respects, she had to wait until lunch to see her grandmother, and then waited for dinner. Only the hour or two after dinner was the happiest time for her.

At that time, her grandmother would let her sit on a small stool at her feet, tell her some strange stories, tell her some secrets of the invincible golden needle of the Shen family, and sometimes peel a loquat and feed her a few petals of oranges. In his mouth, he even let her touch her thinning white hair and wrinkled face.

It's a pity that that time is always so short, and she has to wait until tomorrow.

The older she got, the more time she felt waiting, but at that time she was not waiting so much as she was when she was a child, and she no longer looked forward to the short-term happiness of dinner so much.

What is she waiting for?Even she herself doesn't know.

Maybe she, like all the other girls in the world, is waiting for her ideal husband to pick her up on a white horse to pick her up on a sedan chair.

She was luckier than other girls, and she finally got it.

Lian Chengbi is really an ideal husband, both gentle and handsome, with both civil and military skills, young and rich, and his prestige and status in the Jianghu are few people can match.

Whoever is his wife should not only be satisfied but also honored.

Shen Bi Jun is also very contented.

But she is still waiting, often leaning against the window, waiting for her famous husband to come back, and often waiting for several days, several months... While waiting, she is always full of fear, afraid of waiting... What came back was not her gentle and affectionate husband, but a coffin.

Cold coffin!

Regarding the taste of "waiting", I am afraid that there are few people in the world who can understand more and understand more deeply than her.

The deeper she understands, the more she fears waiting.

However, she has always been waiting for others in her life, and no one has ever waited for her.

Until now, now finally someone is waiting for her.

She knew that no matter how long she stayed here, no matter what she did here, as long as she returned to the house over there, there would be someone waiting for her.

Even though it was just a very simple cabin, and even though that person was not someone of hers, this feeling filled her with a sense of security and warmth.

Because she knows she is not alone, not lonely.

Although the spring water was cold, she was warm.

Rarely has she felt such bliss.

Except for a wooden bed, there was almost nothing in the room, and it seemed indescribably deserted and indescribably empty. Every time Xiao Shishilang came back here, he might feel very peaceful at first.

But later, his heart became even more chaotic.

Of course he could have made more tables, chairs and odds and ends to make the room look less deserted, but he didn't.

Because he knows that although the emptiness in the house can be filled with these things, there is an emptiness in his heart that he can never fill by himself.

Until now——although the room was still as deserted as before, his heart was no longer empty and lonely, as if he had really returned home.

This is the first time he has called this place "home"!
Only then did he realize that the feeling of "going home" was so sweet and so happy.

Although he was also waiting, his heart was very peaceful.

Because he knows that the person he is waiting for will come back soon, and will definitely come back... As long as there is a gentle and considerate woman in the room, it doesn't matter how simple the room is. Only a woman can make a room into a "world" Home".

Only women in the world can make men feel the warmth of home.

So there can be no women in this world.

Most men have a kind of "disease" - laziness.

Only a woman can cure a man of this disease—the woman he loves.

For some reason, Xiao Shishilang suddenly became diligent.

There are tables, chairs, soft straw mats on the bed, and even bamboo curtains on the windows.

Although Xiao Shishilang doesn't live in this house, he still sleeps on the rock outside every night, but he still thinks this house is his home, so he must make this house beautiful, Comfortable.

Because this is the first time he has a home.

Now, there is a vase on the table, and there are flowers in the vase.

When eating, there are cups, plates, bowls, and cups. In addition to the four-season fresh fruit, sometimes there is even fried fish, a plate of well-roasted rabbit meat, and a cup made of strawberries or grapes. Although there is no salt in the wine, they still eat it with relish.

Xiao Shishilang has very skillful hands.

An ordinary piece of wood, in his hands, will soon become a very beautiful vase, a very beautiful wine glass.

The fish in the spring and the rabbit in the grass, as long as he is willing, will immediately become their dinner. The tablecloth woven by Mr. Shen Bi made their dinner look richer.

Their injuries also healed quickly.

This is certainly because there is a magical power in the mud, but the emotional power is even more magical and greater; all the miracles in the world are caused by this power.

One morning, when Xiao Shishilang opened his eyes, he saw Shen Bijun gently covering him with a "quilt" made of fine grass.

Seeing him open his eyes, her face turned red, she lowered her head and said, "The dew at night is heavy, it's still very cold..."

Xiao Shishilang looked at her and seemed to have forgotten to speak.

Shen Bijun lowered his head and said, "Why don't you build a house anymore? Otherwise, you are exposed to the wind and dew outside, but I live in your house, how can I feel at ease?"

So Xiao Shishilang became even busier.

A roof truss was erected next to the original log cabin... People are actually not as smart as they imagined, and they are often intoxicated by the happiness in front of them, forgetting to think about whether this happiness can last forever.

(End of this chapter)