General is ferocious: arrogant lady, don't escape

Looking up at him, he was also looking at me. His eyes were empty and confused, just like an alcoholic.

I sighed softly and said in his ear, "live well and take good care of yourself. If you look like this, my wife will be distressed."

Before leaving, the young man next to uncle Dageng said to me, "you'll catch a cold like this."

I smiled and begged softly, "I'm fine. Please don't embarrass him. He's a poor man. "

When passing him, he suddenly frowned, the whole man jumped back a big step, pointed at me with his nose and said, "Wow, you stink!"

I looked at his disgusting expression and felt a little funny: "what nonsense? You stink! "

"I'm not talking nonsense. Can't you smell it yourself?"

I raised my arm and sniffed hard“ I can't smell it. Is your nose frozen and hallucinating? "

He shook his head as like as two peas, and he said, "I'm not deceiving you. You smell like the same thing that happened to the crazy guy yesterday." It stinks, my mother! "

"You're crazy! You stink! " I almost didn't think about it. I immediately got cold and angry“ If you're afraid I'll smoke you, stay away from me! Don't hang around me all day. "

With that, I stopped paying attention to him, strode into my house and closed the door with my backhand. After a while, there was a hurried sound of footsteps outside the door and he Xuan's flattery: "ah, ah, don't be so angry! Sister, my good sister... Can't I be wrong? I won't talk about you again. "

"Don't look in the mirror and see what you disliked just now! Get up and don't disturb me. I'm going to sleep. " Of course I won't be really angry with him. I just don't know why the word "madman" sounds so harsh to me at the moment.

He patted the door and then muttered, "I'm wrong, sister. I don't mind what you're smelly and ugly in the future. Don't be angry with me, will you? "

I couldn't help laughing. Although the boy was timid, he was always glib and would coax girls.

"I want what you become." A casual word murmured from my smiling mouth like a magic spell... For a moment, it seemed that an electro-optic flint tore the deepest unknown black hole at the bottom of my heart.

"I want what you become."

"I want what you become..."

A simple promise, with my own voice, is clearly repeated in my mind again and again. At the same time, it is accompanied by some blurred and broken images - gurgling water; Hanging crystal beads, full and healthy skin; A man's smooth chin and a lips with a perfect smile

"Sister!" He Zhen's cry woke me up from my stupidity.

I opened the door in a trance, smiled at him and said, "it's all right. I'm having fun with you. "

"Oh, that's good. Hey hey, sister, go to bed when you're tired. I'll sweep the snow. "

Seeing that he turned to leave, I quickly shouted to him, "wait... I remember you made some new shoes two days ago, right?"

"Well, yes. My sister also wants to make new shoes? "

"Lend me a pair. I'll give it back to you later. " Speaking of this, the corners of my mouth twitched down involuntarily.

"Ah?" He was puzzled.

I have no spirit to explain to him now, so I have to urge him in soft words: "no, go get it quickly, go quickly, please."

"OK, OK, I'll get it. You wait."

"Fubo and dashuan have gone back. Are you looking for them?" Dashuan should be the son of Dageng uncle.

"Oh, No." My face is a little hot and it's hard to focus my sight. Maybe I'm really cold“ I mean, is the one we sent yesterday awake? "

As soon as I finished speaking, I shook my head and complained loudly, "you mean him! Hey, don't mention it! "

My heart tightened slightly: "what's the matter? It's not trouble for you, is it? " Is he really a fugitive?

"No." Fortunately, the other party immediately dispelled my doubts“ We put him in the house, and within an hour, he was gone. "

"Gone?" I originally mentioned my heart in the air. Somehow, I fell unprepared. My originally hot and red face also really felt the bitter and cold taste of winter.

"Let's go."

I nodded mechanically. He touched the hot cotton padded shoes covered in his arms again, smiled at the bodyguard and turned to say goodbye.

"By the way, you wait." He stopped me and hurried into the Yamen.

He didn't let me wait long. He came out with the cotton robe I wore yesterday and handed it to me: "this is what he left on the couch."

"Thank you." I took the robe, put it on my body, and left in silence.

The man's temperature has long subsided. But I don't know why, a few hours ago, the warm and humid embrace and those scarred hands followed me like a shadow for a long time. He followed me back to his home from the yamen, followed the yard from the gate, and followed me on the couch from the door. From my sleep to my serious illness and coma

I didn't realize that I was on the verge of death in the heat. The bed under my body is like a boat, carrying me, floating on the dark and empty River, I don't know where it will eventually drift. I lay on my back, facing the endless sky without any starlight, and gradually felt lonely, cold and desperate.

What kind of test will the God of fate give me to experience the hardships of life and death, previous life and this life? Why did the God of fate pick me? How long do I have to drift so lonely?

I asked again and again silently, but I still didn't play with the darkness and silence.

I don't know how long I have been wandering, I have lost the desire to struggle for survival. Perhaps this is death. I guessed powerlessly until I accidentally found that my empty right hand seemed to be holding something.

I suddenly turned my face and a figure was lying side by side with me. It's too dark around. I really can't see his face. I can only see his black and white eyes, such as the stars in the winter night, staring at me silently and persistently.

"Who are you...?" I asked cautiously.

"The one who lives in your heart." His voice sounded familiar.

I asked, "Why are you here?"

"Always, never left."

With that, he hugged me on his side, his breath was warm, and his skin seemed to have a faint sandalwood aroma.

Although the situation is not good now, the inspector has become a dishwasher sister, but at least he can support himself and no longer rely on anyone. Down the road, step by step.

Every day, like all the helpers in the restaurant, I spend my days in a hurry.

Every night, you can hear the wine drinking in the lobby of the restaurant, and the storytellers talk about the past and the present.

As far back as ancient times, as far as the Tang and Song Dynasties, I have heard and never heard of before; What sounds like that is nonsense; Recorded in official history and vaguely described in unofficial history; Inside and outside the palace; On the battlefield, in the marketplace... There are a lot of hype, all between the opening and closing of the storyteller's folding fan.

Only at this time can our Kitchen helpers enjoy a busy moment of recreation.

One night, Xiao Cui, a waiter, hurried into the kitchen: "where did he say tonight? I was waiting for tea in the box, but I didn't hear it. "

While washing the dishes, Xiao bin, the vegetable waiter, replied, "Yang Jinyi broke the waqiao pass."

Xiaocui wrinkled her nose and muttered, "when did it come to Zhao Changyuan's wisdom against yeluqi? I love that! "

Xiaobin glanced at her and asked angrily, "he has said it three times, and you have heard it three times. Aren't you tired?"

"I'm not tired. I'm not tired of listening to it a thousand times or ten thousand times!"

Dongsheng, the fat cook cooking on the side, also turned his face and sniffed at Xiaocui: "cut, little girl. I like little white face. Yang Jinyi is more domineering than Cao Rui! "

Xiaocui also countered: "cut, you seem to have seen it."

Dongsheng closed the lid of the pot, turned his fat body to the middle of the kitchen, and said proudly, "I... Haven't seen them. Ah, but I really saw Zhao Changyuan once. "

Xiaocui was lit up: "really? When and where? "

"The days when his wife was gone. Didn't he burn people's Yuchi store in a rage? I was nearby and saw it with my own eyes. "

Xiaocui covers her heart and her face is distressed: "he must be very sad."

Dongsheng also sighed, "isn't it. Being alone is like being crazy. If his father and his men hadn't stopped him, they would have ended up on their own several times. Everyone says he has a good temper. I can't do anything so special without that. "

Xiaocui sighed again, "what a pity. It is said that his wife gave birth to a son and a daughter. What a perfect couple. "

Wang damazi recognized the ridicule and irony in my words and pointed a big spoon at me with a fierce look on his face: "ah, you..."

I still said calmly with a faint smile: "and what is an old woman? Your mother hasn't been used. Where did you come from? " I hate men who treat women as playthings most in my life. Although I am in ancient times, I can't completely control my likes and dislikes.

Wang damazi, the biggest male chauvinist in ordinary days, was angry with me at this moment. He threw down his spoon and rushed towards me. Regardless of the obstruction of others, he was about to twist my arm“ I have to teach you a lesson today! "

I gently let him aside and hit him with my backhand against his fat back.

"Ow!" He let out a howl and squatted on the ground touching his back.

"You can't even beat a woman. Are you still not a man? Loser. " I brushed my hands, carelessly left a mockery, and turned away from the back kitchen. For a moment, there was silence around

Time passes by me in such a dull and hurried way that I can always think of the raging wind and snow on the night of the first snow last year; The dream street covered with snow; The hard spoken and soft hearted watchman; The man in thin filial piety clothes, holding me and trembling in the wind and snow