My Wife, Something is Wrong

The cold wind is biting.

Heavy snow fell all over the sky, covering the whole town.

The cold breath silenced everything.

In a dilapidated hut, an old man who had been suffering from illness for many years finally breathed his last.

"We have to work hard...to survive..."

The old man's voice was hoarse and he left the last words.

A petite and frail figure stood in front of the bed, her cheeks covered with silent tears.

"Well, grandpa..."

Her childish voice sounded low in the dark hut.

In those dark eyes, besides grief, there was also determination.

After the old man was buried.

A woman took her away and said with a kind face: "Chan'er, my aunt has found a good family for you. After you go there, be obedient, work well, and have no worries about food and clothing."

The woman took her home, washed her well, put on new clothes for her, and praised her: "My Chan'er is so beautiful. She is already a beauty at such a young age."

The woman led her into a large mansion.

The people in the house came to her, as if selecting goods, and looked at and inspected her carefully for a long time, with a look of satisfaction on their faces.

"No, at least two taels of silver. My Chan'er is very good and pretty..."

"I'm too thin. I don't know if I can feed myself... My young master needs to celebrate. This little girl has a sad face at first glance..."

The two of them were bargaining loudly next to them.

After a while.

The woman she called her aunt took the broken silver and said goodbye to her with a smile on her face: "Chan'er, please be obedient in the master's house. Auntie loves you."

After saying that, he stuffed the broken silver into his pocket and left happily.

"Let's go."

The woman in gold and silver pulled her into the inner courtyard.

That day she found out that she had been sold for one, two, seven, seven cents, and became the happy girl for the family's son who had been bedridden for many years.

But the next day, when she was dressed up and ready to be sent to the man's room, the man suddenly died of illness.

When the owner was in grief, he called her a broom star and a little bitch. After beating and scolding her, he made her do the lowest menial work, but only had half a steamed bun a day, and she couldn't even drink an extra bowl of well water.

After being beaten and scolded for five days, she ran away.

She fled back to her aunt's house with scars all over her body and a staggering step.

The aunt held her and cried bitterly, saying that she would take her to sue the authorities, but she took her back to that terrible house again.

"Chan'er, you are already a member of this place. You must listen to your master and stop running around."

Auntie left.

She was hung up and beaten for three days and nights. After she passed out, the owner thought she was dead and threw her into the abandoned well in the backyard.

After soaking in the cold well for a long time, she finally woke up.

Although it is cold here, it is quiet, without those terrible insults and vicious faces.

She was floating in the cold well water, thinking that it would be good to sleep here forever.

But in the haze, she heard her grandfather's voice: "Chan'er, you have to work hard... to live..."

When she opened her eyes, she seemed to see her grandfather and the stars in the sky.

The night sky is beautiful and there is a moon.

She stared blankly for a long time, then grabbed the raised stone on the edge and began to climb up with difficulty.

When she finally crawled out of the well with blood on her hands, the woman who beat her suddenly appeared, looked at her in surprise and said, "Hey, you're not dead yet?"

The woman grabbed her by the hair, pushed her into the well again, and said viciously: "You little bitch, your life is pretty tough!"

Her bleeding fingers desperately grasped the stone on the edge of the well, and they were in a stalemate with the woman.

The woman was panting from exhaustion, and when she was annoyed, she suddenly picked up a stone from the side and hit her finger viciously.

However, she still didn't let go.

"You little bitch, let me go!"

The woman gritted her teeth again, rode on her body, and pinched her fingers fiercely.

At this moment, she didn't know where the strength suddenly came from. She stood up and pushed the woman on top of her with all her strength.

The woman leaned back, screamed, and fell into the well behind.

The frightened screams gradually faded away in the dark and cold well, and soon disappeared.

She sat on the ground panting.

Although he was exhausted, he didn't dare to stay any longer. He got up immediately and sneaked out of the back door.

It's snowing heavily outside and the wind is biting.

She didn't know where to go.

But she knew that she had to leave here, this nightmare-like town.

Step by step, move forward with difficulty.

Finally leaving the city, she came to a dilapidated temple and fainted on the thick snow.

When she woke up, it was already evening.

Dragging her cold and heavy body, she climbed into the temple with difficulty, hid behind the Buddha statue, and finally escaped the biting wind and snow outside.

The stiff body gradually regained some warmth.

She lay there, staring blankly at the dusty beam above her head, her heart feeling as cold as the wind and snow outside.

Darkness enveloped me, and hunger struck me in waves.

She crawled to the door and ate the snow on the ground.

But the hunger did not recede, but became more intense.

She crawled back behind the statue and lay there, motionless, as if waiting for death.

The blood on his body attracted the rats in the temple.

A few mice watched carefully in the corner for a long time, then crawled towards her step by step.

When a mouse crawled to her wound and was about to bite, she suddenly grabbed it and put it in front of her.

The mouse squeaked and struggled in fear, biting her little hand full of wounds with its sharp teeth.

But she still held it tightly and looked at it blankly.

"Chan'er, you have to work hard...to survive..."

Grandpa's voice sounded in her ears again.

She bit the mouse...

Outside, the north wind was howling, and the windows in the temple were filled with cold wind.

She huddled behind the Buddha statue and fell asleep with her mouth full of blood.

Spent three days in the temple.

The heavy snow outside is still flying like goose feathers.

That night, two beggars came into the temple. When they found her, they beat her severely and drove her out.

"Little one, this is our territory!"

"Who asked you to catch mice here? Everything here belongs to us!"

The two beggars said viciously.

She left the temple, stepped on the thick snow, and continued walking away from the town.

She came to a remote village.

Here, she helped an old man wash and cook, fetch water and firewood, and finally had a bowl of hot gruel.

The next day, she was driven out of the village by the old man's relatives.

She continued walking forward, aimlessly.

The heavy snow stopped and the spring rain came.

The spring rain has gone, and there is the scorching sun and terrible thunder again.

She curled up and shivered in the thunder, like a poor kitten, hiding helplessly in the darkness and cold.

She walked through mountains and rivers.

I have picked up food in alleys, picked wild fruits in the wilderness, been beaten by people, and chased by wild beasts.

She tried very hard to find a warm place to stay.

She is diligent, endures hardships, never complains about being tired, and has never been lazy, but her reticence and stubbornness make everyone unable to tolerate her.

She continued to wander through spring and summer, and through autumn and winter.

Spend the night in a cave and wander the wilderness.

Just when she thought her world would always be filled with cold and terrifying wind, snow and thunder, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

That night, she was chased by a hungry wolf.

The leg had been bitten, and bright flowers bloomed on the snow with blood.

As she ran, her legs suddenly sank into the deep snow and she could no longer move.

When the hungry wolf, baring its fangs, approached her step by step, at that moment, she was surprisingly calm.

She was tired, very tired, very tired.

It's good to just sleep like this.

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She didn't struggle or make any sound, just looked at it quietly.

The cold wind blew her tangled hair, revealing a green and tender, calm and determined face.

bring it on.

She said this in her heart.

The wild wolf let out a low growl, jumped up, and pounced on her.

But the next second, the wild wolf fell to the ground, and the blood on its neck instantly dyed the snow-white ground red.

She raised her head and looked forward.

In the heavy snow, a snow-white figure slowly walked out of the forest ahead.

At that moment, she suddenly felt that there really were gods in this world.

Otherwise, why is the person in front of me so beautiful, so clean and spotless, even more beautiful than the immortal in the painting?

She stared at her blankly, as if in a dream.

She didn't wake up until the snow around her melted and the snow-white figure turned around and left.

She followed, following behind her, looking at her dreamily without saying a word.

The other party also didn't say a word.

The two of them walked together, one behind the other, slowly in the cold snow and dark mountain forest.

The sound of wild wolves came, and the roar of black bears seemed to be in the nearby forest.

But strangely, no more beasts came out.

She followed her silently, walked out of the forest, walked out of the wilderness, and stopped on a hillside.

At this time, the snow-white figure turned around and looked at her, but still did not speak.

At this moment, she knew she might have to leave.

She suddenly trembled and stammered: "I...I want to follow you..."

The snow-white figure looked at her quietly.

After a moment, the two of them flew into the sky together and disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

"Sure enough, he is a god..."

She stood on the flying sword and thought to herself.

From that day on, she has been following her.

She taught her swordsmanship, gave her a warm house, delicious food, and nice clothes, but rarely talked to her.

Of course, she didn't want to talk.

She felt that this should be the life lived by gods.

She worked hard on her sword practice, just hoping it could help her.

Because every time she went out for a while, she would come back with scars all over her body.

She wished she could help her get hurt, help her bear the pain.

Year after year.

Her swordsmanship seemed to have become very powerful, but she still couldn't help her.

That day, she brought back another girl.

The girl wore a pink skirt and held a pink flower in her hand. She was so beautiful, cute, and lively. She also had a nice voice and could sing very nice songs...

Of course, he also liked to tease her.

The three of them lived together.

Spring passed and winter came again.

That day, she came back with wounds all over her body, and finally took the initiative to talk to her: "I'm leaving, what about you?"

She said without hesitation: "I want to... follow you."

The cute girl named Bailing also immediately said: "I want to go too."

So that day, the three of them left there and came to a place called Dayan and lived in a mansion.

The owner of the mansion cried when he saw her come back.

That day she realized that she actually had a family.

The people at home arranged a marriage for her, and the other party seemed to be an ordinary person.

It is said that it was a bastard whose mother died of illness.

She didn't refuse and silently agreed to the marriage.

But that night, she was obviously in a bad mood and sat in the garden behind all night.

"I can finally help her."

The thin girl was a little happy at this moment.

But thinking of the strange man, she was very scared.

Bailing took her to the man's residence secretly, waited in the alley for a long time, and finally saw him.

That day, it was snowing and windy.

She was afraid of that kind of weather.

In the alley, a pair of little beggars with bare frozen and swollen feet hugged each other tightly, huddled in the corner, avoiding the cold and biting north wind, shivering.

At that moment, she seemed to see herself in the past.

While she was in a daze, the wooden door next to her suddenly opened with a "creak".

A young man in a tattered Confucian robe came out.

He held two steaming buns in his hand and handed them to the two little beggars, then sat down on the steps covered with snow and talked to the two little beggars.

He is so handsome.

She thought to herself.

When Bailing whispered, "Look, it's him," her heartbeat suddenly quickened.

He sat there, whispering to the two little beggars.

After a while, he got up and went in, and soon took out two steamed buns and a pair of shoes and handed them to the two little beggars.

A little maid appeared, pouting and saying, "Sir, my shoes..."

He rubbed the little maid's head and said, "What shoes do you wear? The young master likes your feet without shoes."

The little maid blushed.

She stood in the wind and snow in the distance, and her feet under her skirt moved unconsciously.

For several consecutive days, she came secretly to observe him.

Until the day when the young lady got married, he finally didn't come out again.

That day, Nanny Sun taught for a long time in the wedding room.

The young lady looked out the window and didn't remember.

And she, with a red face, remembered everything in her heart.

That night, the wedding night.

She put on her wedding gown and sat in the new room, her heart pounding.

She was afraid and wanted to escape.

But in the end, after he came in, she took the initiative to bully him.

She was not afraid of wild animals, so how could she be afraid of him?

He was really weak, not her opponent at all, and even afraid of her.

After that night, he was so stupid that he didn't even know who he was going to spend the wedding night with.

She always liked to scare him with a sword and threaten him with her eyes, and every time he was scared and dared not say a word.

I don't know from which day, she suddenly fell in love with him.

When that night, under the bridge, it was raining and thundering, and he held her in his arms and comforted her gently, she knew that she could no longer leave him.

She finally had someone to love her.

She finally found her own warmth.

He gradually changed from a weak scholar to a powerful warrior.

He bought her sweet candied haws.

That was the delicacy she could only watch with drool on the street. It was the first time she had eaten such delicious candied haws.

It was really sweet.

He began to bully her, made her a donkey, and made her wear two ponytails...

Humph, he became a little bad guy.

But she was willing.

She was willing, she liked, she wanted him to bully her.

She longed for him to hold her forever in those cold and dark nights, kiss her in person, love her, and let her never feel fear in love and warmth again...

"Chanchan, do you love me?"

"Love..."

Love forever.

She hoped that she could love him for the rest of her life, the next life, forever and ever, and be his donkey.

"I am a little donkey, and he will always ride on me..."

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