The high-cold actor is clingy by nature

The dream slowly unfolded.

It was a large field, the ground was covered with weeds, gray and gray, withered and bare on the soil, forming a field.

She didn't know how to get off her feet, and she was a bit cramped when she stopped. In the distance, there was a cow's cry, "Moo~~", which came from a long distance, and the sound gradually approached. Arrived at Mingwei's side.

A gust of wind blew over, and the fire came from nowhere, and it rushed to her feet from a distance.

Ming Wei had never sat down before, fearing that he would crush it too much, he got on the cow lightly, and left the deer encirclement together with the old scalper.

It walked very slowly, like an old man, Mingwei patted its back, "Come out, let me down, be careful to be exhausted." After finishing speaking, he laughed at himself, what are you doing, to tell the cow Human words.

The old ox didn't stop, and continued to move straight forward. Except for the sparse weeds, the road was barren, and there was bare yellow land mixed with the withered yellow, which was a bit shabby.

Ming Wei wanted to jump down, but seeing that the vast expanse of wasteland was on fire, and the dress at her feet was almost set on fire, she could only shrink back, lay half on top of it, and obediently continued to follow it Walk.

Its speed suddenly increased a lot, and the light on the ox's back changed from stable to bumpy, and it even felt like it was about to fall. The ox didn't make any resistance, but just accelerated and headed north. It was an experience comparable to riding a horse. Mingwei lay on the bull's back and hugged its neck for about ten minutes. His hands were sore to the extreme, and out of desire to survive, he didn't dare to let go.

It seems to have entered a small village, a few scattered households, facing the creek, planted some crops, the cattle stopped and ate the fresh vegetables beside the hut.

Ming Wei just slid down, a little unable to stand on her feet, her hands were even weaker, and she sat slumped beside her.

Thinking about it again, the old scalper is eating vegetables grown by others, and the people who got off the cow's back are sitting and resting on the side. No matter how you look at this picture, you have to pay for it.

Ming Wei took out her pockets, they were all empty, so why should she compensate others!
He rushed over to stop the old scalper, and persuaded him softly, "It's grown by others, we can't eat it randomly," stroking its thick fur, "Let's go first, okay, come back at night."

The old scalper continued to eat regardless.

Mingwei pulled the ox rope helplessly, wanting to pull it away, so she let out a "moo" as if in pain.

It's over, afraid to alarm the owner, Ming Wei hurriedly hid behind the thatched hut, watching the old scalper carefully.

There seems to be no response.

Ming Wei can't persuade it, and his physique can't pull it away, so he can only say goodbye to it and leave by himself.

Someone patted Mingwei's shoulder from behind, goosebumps all over her body, Mingwei slowly looked at the hand on the shoulder first, it was a big bony hand full of vicissitudes, the black and red wrinkles showed He was simple, turned around completely, and saw an old man with kind eyes and kind eyes, with a short beard and neatly trimmed, looking at Ming Wei with doubts.

"Hey, hello." She greeted with an awkward smile.

"Hello," the old man replied to her in not-so-standard Mandarin. "Ming Wei."

Ming slightly tilted his head, "You know me?"

"Well, look at your legs."

Ming Wei lowered her head to look at her legs, only then did she notice that there were light red marks on the ankles that had just been scorched by the fire, and when she looked closely, it looked like some kind of flower, she bent down and looked carefully, " How come, I am obviously very clean."

"That's a birthmark."

The old scalper seemed to be full, and came over obediently, passed by Mingwei, and came to the old man's side, rubbed his hand hanging by his side, and the old man stroked its head.

The old scalper found a shed and went in to sleep.

"It's you, you want to see me."

The old man nodded, "That's right, come in and have a cup of tea." Then he led the way to the thatched hut, untied the iron bolt on the door, pushed it open, and the dust fell in a rustle.

"Are you sure, drink tea here?"

"Ahem," the old man was a little embarrassed, "No, no, I'm so confused, I remember wrong."

Walking one more floor forward, Ming Wei sized it up as he walked, and it was true that these houses faced the same direction and looked the same, plus they were older, so it was normal for them to misremember, so they didn't think much about it.

This time the room is much more normal. Entering the hut with a simple appearance, the inside is clean and tidy. The earthen kang is covered with thick indigo quilts, and there are several open books on the wooden table in front of the window. Reading glasses, on the stove next to it, the water has just been boiled, the teapot bubbling and beeping, the old man skillfully took the teapot and started to make tea.

It is said to make tea, that is to say, take two enamel cups, add some tea stems, and then pour boiling water, the aroma is very rich. When the water is added, the tea stems roll up and down, releasing a clear breath of gathering sunlight.

The old man's hand was very steady, and he handed the cup to her, and she took it with both hands holding the edge of the cup so that it would not be hot and also showed respect, "Thank you for your tea."

The old man did not sit down, drinking tea by the stove while looking out the window, the grass was barren and the fragrance of tea was lingering, giving him a warm and comfortable feeling.

Ming Wei looked down at the teacup, the tea stalk inside was full of water, slowly sank, and a light yellow color precipitated, spreading from bottom to top. "This dream is really strange."

"Your birthmark can be removed."

"What?" Mingwei was a little surprised, she clearly remembered that she had no birthmark since she was a child, why did she have an extra birthmark in her dream, and another person she didn't know said that the birthmark can be removed.

"It seems that you forgot." The old man looked out of the window from the beginning to the end, without looking at her, and sighed slightly, "It's actually best to forget."

"What do you mean?"

"Birthmarks are nothing more than the surface layer of the skin. As long as you cut that piece of skin again and again and re-grow it again and again, the birthmark will disappear."

"." Mingwei stared at him, and within a short while, the person in front of her turned into her mother Yu Muqing, while she was just a baby, crying loudly in her arms.

The knife in the mother's hand separated the flesh from her ankle thinly, and then applied a thick powder. The blood was as red as fire, and the pain in the ankle became concrete.

Mingwei woke up from the cold, the room was pitch black, she fumbled to turn on the light, she first looked at her ankles, she was a little absent-minded, it took a while before she picked up the quilt that fell on the floor, the memory was clear In her dream, the birthmark on her ankle was particularly obvious, it looked like a hydrangea, and the small petals bloomed on her flesh. She laughed at herself, it turned out that she was really a native of Luoke.