The glory of the king

Chapter 493

It would not be an exaggeration to say that Mengshan Village is a peach blossom garden located in modern society.The surrounding mountains are like a natural barrier, firmly isolating Mengshan Village from the outside world. People inside cannot get out, and people outside cannot enter.The village is small, with about a hundred households. The Meng Family Ancestral Hall is enshrined at the western end. In the eyes of the villagers, Meng Guangjin, the village chief, is the supreme emperor in Mengshan Village, and the Meng Family Ancestral Hall is used to exorcise evil spirits and rule The sacred treasure of destiny.

There is almost no modern equipment in the village. Although the power is turned on, every household is willing to turn on the lights at night.On weekdays, cooking and burning firewood, men plowing and women weaving, work at sunrise and rest at sunset.The only grocery store at the entrance of the village only provides the most basic daily necessities, such as toilet paper, malt sugar, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, etc., and occasionally there are modern cigarettes for [-] cents a piece and toilet water that women love.

Chen Lamei's previous generation and previous generations have already been stationed in this village. It is too long to be traced back. Due to the limited medical conditions in the village, when Chen Lamei was 13 years old, both parents died of illness. There was only one elder sister. Married, forced by her in-law's domineering family to occupy the last half acre of fertile land, and have no contact with Chen Lamei anymore.Under the leadership of Meng Guangjin's mother, the wife of the previous village head, Chen Lamei packed up two or three pieces of rags left by her eldest sister, and hastily married Li, the most down-and-out man in the village.

In the second year after menarche, Chen Lamei became pregnant and gave birth to a daughter. It is said that this daughter cried very loudly when she was born. Her big black eyes were like those of freshly picked purple grapes with crystal dew on them in early summer. Yes, Mrs. Wen was dumbfounded.

Chen Lamei and Li Zizi were naturally overjoyed, and their education level was limited, so they could only think of wishing this child a happy life, so they named it Li Letao.

The two of them had nothing to do after that, and everyone in Mengshan Village knew that Li Laizi gave birth to a beautiful daughter despite his bad life.As the years passed, Li Letao became even more graceful, with red lips, white teeth, bright eyes, and two black braids that bumped against his budding chest as he walked. Naturally, he was salivating and dreaming a lot, but he didn't dare to take a second look, because Meng Defu, the youngest son of Meng Guangjin's family, said that anyone who dared to look at Li Letao more than once would have his eyes gouged out, and whoever dared to talk carelessly would be punished. Who has his tongue pulled out.

Chen Lamei is also gradually entering middle age. With such a precious girl who is one of the best in the village, and the village head's family has taken a fancy to her, she is naturally very proud of herself. Gradually, her voice has become louder, her confidence has become stronger, and her hands and feet have become stronger. The more agile.

One day I heard that a group of city people suddenly came to the foot of the mountain on the east side, driving a car they had never seen before, and holding incomprehensible certificates, they dug the mountain day and night, saying that there was some ore. Looking for middle-aged men in the village, the salary is not bad.Chen Lamei was thinking about asking the village chief to ask Li Zizi to get him there. It would be good if he couldn't chisel the mountain and boil water for them. The cripple is useless, it is realistic to ask him to subsidize the family.

Li Zizi is a hundred unhappy in his heart. When he was young, he was used to being lazy. His legs and feet are not good. Now he is old and has to make money and work hard. But look at the good girl on the tip of his heart. If I want to buy any new flowers, I blame those urbanites, and those old books they brought with them have taken my daughter's heart away.

In the end, Li Zizi agreed. On that late autumn morning, when the sky was about to brighten, clouds of mist shrouded the sky over Mengshan Village, occasionally a few wisps of mist wrapped around them, and condensed heavy frost on the remaining dead leaves.

Before leaving, Li Zizi shouted in a rough voice, "Stinky bitch!"I'm going out to make money, so I don't even want to give one more bun!
Li Zizi smiled and said to the back room again, girl!are you awake?Dad finished work today and went to the village to buy flowers for you!
Li Letao agreed in a muffled voice, then turned around and fell asleep soundly.

It was late at night, and the working people had all returned home. Every household was lit with dim and warm lights, and the smoke in the chimney was wrapped in the aroma of food.But Lame Li hasn't come back yet.

Night, very dark.

Su Yin woke up suddenly from the dream, her eyes widened, and she was breathing rapidly, her heart seemed to jump out by itself in the next second.Beads of sweat slipped from the forehead and seeped into the hair. The salty sweat entangled the hair on the delicate neck and collarbone, and could not be pulled apart.

The moonlight is cold and cold, spreading loosely on the white gauze curtain, so stingy that it can't penetrate it. The room is still pitch black, and you can't see your fingers. The white gauze curtain fluttering on the window has become the only light source. A curtain that belongs to the night, projecting all the wind blowing trees outside the window, night insects frightening birds, those shadows hiding behind the gauze curtain and swaying exaggeratedly, the slender branches swaying and stretching strangely in the folds of the white gauze curtain , Su Yin reminded Su Yin of an old woman's fingers, pale and slender, with clear bones, oozing blue veins, nails painted with heavy purple Koudan, it quietly scratched the window edge.When Su Yin looked at it in horror, it moved its fingers lightly, as if saying, come on, Susu, come on, Susu.

Just like in the dream, the young face full of collagen shrinks sharply in the light and shadow changes, dries up, and is full of wrinkles; the gentle and smart eyes quickly become shriveled and yellow; a lot of hair falls off, Until the blood-red scalp was exposed, and a few strands of dry and gray hair were scattered here and there; the impossibly thin fingers clasped her shoulders vigorously, shaking her vigorously, the veins were exposed, and the strength was so great that she couldn't get away. The dark purple nails even dug into her flesh, and bright red blood spread between her fingers.Su Yin always looked at her indifferently and pitifully, as if she was looking at a loser who had nothing to do with her. She liked the hysterical look of the loser in front of her, and she felt an indescribable joy in her heart.

The old woman with a terrifying face suddenly stopped moving, and smiled at her with a cracked ulcer on the corner of her mouth, with indescribable kindness and indescribable hatred.She showed her black decayed teeth and gave off a corpse-like smell. She slowly approached her, and a voice as hoarse as a rag rang in her ears, Susu, mom is here to pick you up!

Before Su Yin could speak, she just widened her frightened eyes and was pushed into the abyss that appeared behind her at some point.She has been falling, falling endlessly, she knows that there will not be a hero rushing in to save her like in martial arts novels, and there will be no vines growing for her on the cliff.

She fell silently like this, passed through many layers of darkness and silence, and woke up hastily and fearfully in the darkness and silence, and returned to this real world, which was not half as beautiful as the dream.

Su Yin hugged the quilt, froze at the head of the bed, calmed down a little, breathed steadily, and then lay down with the residual sweat, just dreaming, it's not like I haven't dreamed, it's nothing to be afraid of.

The bed was cold and damp, even though she curled up into a shrimp, she still didn't feel warm at all.In this damn rainy season, her old rheumatic kneecaps began to ache again. She tossed and turned, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. This rheumatic pain was the same as dysmenorrhea, with unbearable soreness, fear of cold, and longing for warmth.This made her miss Chen Lamei from Mengshan Village.

(End of this chapter)