General is ferocious: arrogant lady, don't escape

My eyes slowly moved up as he approached. Before I could move to his face, he suddenly bent down and just looked at my face. My breath stopped with my heart

It was a face that people couldn't see clearly. The thin face is occupied by a third of the messy beard. The rest of the skin is covered with sweat, oil or tears. What really surprised me was his eyes that seemed to be looking at me.

Apart from the rest of his body, this pair of eyes should be the best I've seen since I was so big. Increase some is too large, decrease some is too small, the radian of the corners of the eyes is harmonious and gentle, and the eyelashes are much longer than mine. Just such a pair of beautiful eyes, but I couldn't bear to look directly at them. I hurriedly lowered my head to avoid his sight. Because this is probably the most sad and desperate eyes I have ever seen in my life.

How to describe it? I remember I once saw such a group of public welfare pictures calling for the boycott of fur on the Internet. In one scene, a skinned mink, who did not die immediately, lay on the ground and looked at his fur with heartbreaking eyes. What kind of eyes, what kind of mood, forgive me, words are exhausted and unspeakable. Because I think the words "despair" and "heartbreak" are too thin in this situation. Just like the man standing in front of me at this moment.

I don't know if he saw me or not. Because his eyes and expression remained unchanged from beginning to end. Even if I lowered my head again and again to avoid him and couldn't help looking at him again, he still looked at his original position, like focusing on something, but more like in a daze.

The smell from him is very uncomfortable. He was dirty and shabby all over his body. But even so, an inexplicable impulse spread from my heart to my whole body.

It's crazy to say that I suddenly have a feeling of wanting to hold this stranger in my arms.

I guessed from his unchanged eyes that he probably didn't find me. Just when he was relieved, he suddenly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled his breath and opened his eyes. I couldn't see his expression clearly, but I found that there seemed to be a strange flash in his eyes. Then he tilted his head and stretched out his hand in my direction

I put down my hand and calmly waited for everything to happen. He'll kill me? Beat me up? Or drag me away? If this is the last case, does it mean that my present leather bag looks good?

Just when I was driving a train in my head and thinking, his action suddenly stopped, his big hand stopped on the door panel, and his eyes turned slightly.

Poor me, I haven't reacted yet. In the blink of an eye, the living big man disappeared out of my sight like a "white lady".

Somehow, I was a little disappointed. Just as I was about to push the door out, I heard a slight collision and disorderly footsteps in the room. So I held my breath and pushed the crack of the door a little wider to see what was going on. Sure enough, I found that the three members of he family, who were shivering in the corner, were fighting with two men on the other side. One of them is the madman, and the other is a handsome man in royal clothes.

This slap big room is not suitable for big fight. And the two men seemed to have no hatred. The handsome man made one-handed capture without hurting people. The madman, with his left hand hanging with a steel knife, parried each other's moves with only his right hand, and showed no sign of loss.

The two of them played with their shotguns for a moment. The madman seemed to have no patience. He stretched out his fingers and poked them straight into each other's ribs. The handsome boy immediately turned into a sculpture and stopped moving.

There was silence in the room for a few seconds until another man's voice came in with the footsteps“ Come back with us. " It turned out that the handsome boy also brought a helper, but the room was so small that he probably couldn't squeeze in. I guess he is under the age of 24. Although he is not as handsome as the handsome boy, his eyebrows are also full of heroic spirit.

"Mind your own business." The madman turned his back to me. I couldn't see his expression at the moment. I just felt that although his tone was flat, there was no doubt.

"Gossip? Can your business be regarded as a business? " The less handsome young man frowned in a fluffy tone.

The madman did not speak and glanced aside. The handsome young man who was made into a stone statue suddenly asked, "today is her death day. Do you have to sacrifice her so madly?"

The madman lowered his head, then looked at him again, and said coldly, "the best way to sacrifice her is to avenge her personally. You taught me."

The handsome boy smiled, but there was a faint sadness in his eyebrows: "revenge will come a long time. You orchid Valley is so close. Don't you want to see her? "

"How can I go to see her without revenge?" Then I heard the sound of the blade across the ground. The madman dragged his knife out of the room step by step, taking away his thick breath and my doubts.

There was another brief silence in the room. The handsome little boy who was ordered to open the acupoints did not know when he had untied the acupoints by himself. He tilted his head and loosened his muscles and bones at will. Finally, he took out a ingot of silver and put it on the windowsill. He said to the three people in the house, "excuse me, I'm sorry."

When these uninvited guests left one after another, I calmed down and climbed out of the wardrobe. Suddenly, a burst of rapid footsteps and a woman's loud voice sounded in the yard: "he Sangu!" We are all familiar with this sound. It belongs to Aunt Wang next door.

"Oh, my mother, I'm scared to death!" He Sangu covered her heart and complained. In fact, it was not only her, but also he Bo and his son he Zhen, who were frightened and looked green and yellow. Probably afraid that the madman will come back with a knife.

"What kind of person is this?" He Sangu frowned, pointed to the gate and shook her head to complain to Aunt Wang.

Aunt Wang smiled mysteriously and said to he Sangu in the gossip tone most used by women: "I heard that this man used to be a big general."

"No wonder no one can do him!" He Zhen found a reasonable excuse for his weakness just now.

He Sangu asked suspiciously, "how crazy is that? Mother-in-law ran away with someone? "

Aunt Wang said, "it is said that his mother-in-law was killed by a woman. He is looking for revenge everywhere!" He Sangu immediately realized: "tut tut Tut, it's probably the disaster caused by the jealous women around him."

"I think so." Aunt Wang turned her mouth, suddenly glanced at he Zhen, and finally looked at me“ Girl, you can see that women are evil, but men are. Those men of high family and big family, three wives and four concubines fight to death. It's all about looking for Zhao. It's still a small family like us. "

I didn't say a word and responded to the difficult topic with silence. He Zhen blushed and said, "I... i... I'm going to cut firewood." Then he slipped away.

"Oh, I'm ashamed!"

"Hahaha..."

At night, I woke up from my nightmare again. Still like countless nights in this year, after waking up, inexplicable sadness almost suffocated me. Think about it carefully, but you can't remember any fragments in your dream.

Probably, it's about my parents or Jiang Haoran. I guess secretly with my knees. There seemed to be some strange noise outside the window. I got up and lit the candle and walked to the window. There was a vast expanse of white in front of me

It's snowing.

Although I am also in my twenties, I have lived in the South since I was a child, and I rarely have the opportunity to contact this scene of ice and snow. Anyway, I can't sleep for the time being. I just put on a big cotton padded jacket and boots, opened the door and stepped into the snow.

This is the first time I have walked on this ancient street. Low houses, white ground, high and low mountains in the distance... The scenery in front of us is covered by the heavy snow falling like goose feather, which is also illusory and true.

The air was so cold that I had to cover my face to prevent my nose from being blown away by the wind and snow.

An old watchman on the other side came towards me. I immediately turned around and the cat went into the alley to avoid for a while, so as not to bother to speak. After all, a big girl walking on the street in the middle of the night is really suspicious. I haven't forgotten where I am.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't see anyone passing by the road next to me. I couldn't help sticking out my head curiously, but I saw the old man squatting on the roadside for some reason.

The snow is slippery. Did you fall? I was a little worried, so I hurried out of the alley to find out.

When I came to him, I found that he was fine, but there was a huge unidentified object in front of him, curled up in the corner and trembled slightly.

"Uncle, this... Seems to be a person..." after I asked, I thought I was stupid.

Sure enough, immediately came to make complaints about the other side: "not a human being, is it a ghost?" What do you think you said? "

I immediately recognized this man's face: "it's him..." isn't this the crazy man who broke into his house during the day?

"Girl, do you know him?"

"I don't know him. I just met him once."

"How much wine did you drink and get drunk like this!" Uncle grabbed the wine bag from him and threw it aside.

It seems that this guy is not only a martial madman, but also an alcoholic madman. I am helpless and do not want to intervene in these people and things that have nothing to do with me. But when I looked at him, I found that he was so thin and ragged. His filial clothes were already wet and close to his body. A pair of shoes full of holes are now in vain, and several toes are exposed... Strangely, this guy doesn't seem to treasure anywhere. Except for his hands, he always wrapped them in a pair of cotton bumps of different sizes, strange shapes and barely called gloves.