Fox Road Travel Notes

Second Sister Sun always thought that she hated men now.

Of course, he also hates women.

She hates all men and women whose husbands and wives are immortal.

She only likes lotus, or in other words, people like lotus who are even more unfortunate than her.

The more unfortunate it is, the more she likes it.

She likes to see them have a hard time and make them have a hard time. In this way, she feels much better.

But, this man is different.

His face is not particularly handsome.

But there is a kind of proud shore polished by wind and frost, which looks like a mountain peak reaching into the sky.

His mouth is not particularly sweet either.

But as soon as she spoke, the rough voice gently touched her heart.

He is tall, broad-shouldered and has a very masculine look.

The first time I saw him, Second Sister Sun was carrying two large buckets of water, gritting her teeth and walking unsteadily.

This well was half a mile away from home, and she needed to rest twenty-seven times.

She staggered, staring at every little hole and every stone on the road.

She didn't know how many times she had fallen during this stretch of road.

At this moment, two figures stood in front of her, and she heard the sound of lotus flowers.

"Oh, second sister, I just said, why aren't you at home..."

As soon as Second Sister Sun raised her head, she saw his face.

He smiled slightly, said nothing, stretched out his hand, took off the two barrels, one on each side, turned around and left.

Second Sister Sun was carrying the empty pole and looked at his tall and strong back, feeling a little dazed.

After a while, she wiped off her sweat, licked her lips at him, and asked He Hua: "Who is he?"

Hehua still carried her basket that never left her body and smiled: "His name is Liu Hutou."

"It has nothing to do with us. The higher-ups sent us here to do things. Bian Ji and the others were sent back to do private work."

"Then, will you follow him from now on?"

He Hua sighed: "How could he get involved in this?"

"He is the red stick in the gang. He only comes out when fists are needed and leaves after a few days."

With that said, he took the pole from Second Sister Sun and put the basket into her hand.

"Second sister, I brought you some rose cakes this time. Please try them."

"I don't have much to do these days. I'm just waiting to see who comes over."

Second Sister Sun lowered her voice: "Well, Bian Ji and the others..."

"shush"

Hehua was a little panicked: "Second sister, let's go back quickly..."

Originally, Second Sister Sun thought that Liu Hutou, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, was just like Bian Ji.

But soon, she discovered that she had guessed wrong.

Liu Hutou's hands were rough but nimble, and he couldn't rest for a moment.

He quietly fixed all the squeaky door leaves, repaired the broken ventilation window lattice, and cleaned the small courtyard.

After dinner, he practiced martial arts alone in the yard.

A body of tendon meat, jumping and rolling with his vigorous fists and feet, full of life, like a cheetah playing in the moonlight.

Second Sister Sun looked at it through the cracks in the window.

He was probably about the same age as me, but his life was so vigorous, while he was quietly withering.

She just looked at him and tightened her legs.

The whole figure seemed soaked in water and limp, and she began to hate lotus flowers again.

Until, she saw Liu Hutou pouring a bucket of well water down after punching him. His whole body was steaming with heat, and he pushed open the door of the west wing, dripping wet.

Her heart was pounding.

But, fortunately, that was not Lotus's house.

Early the next morning, she said to Hehua: "Sister, my second sister has been having nightmares recently. Anyway, you are fine. Can you come to my room to sleep at night?"

He Hua said cheerfully: "Well, I'm just trying to learn from my second sister and do some needlework."

Liu Hu got up before dawn in the morning and started boxing. Then he carried a few buckets of water for Sister Sun and filled the water tank.

At this time, he came over and placed a twenty-tael ingot on the table.

"In the past few days, please ask the girl to cook an extra bowl of rice. This is the food money."

Twenty taels!

Even eating big fish and meat every day is enough to last for half a year.

Second Sister Sun stared at the white money, then looked at his heroic face, and felt that her heart was beating like a girl's.

Liu Hutou goes out early every day and eats together in the main room at noon.

Three people gathered around a table, looking happy.

Second Sister Liu showed her special skills, eating three different meals a day and trying different ways to make delicious ones.

To keep a man's heart, you must keep his stomach. She naturally understands this.

Watching Liu Hutou finish the dishes and smile at her every day was her greatest happiness.

Lotus seems to have really taken some time off.

In addition to helping Sister Sun cook every day, she also does embroidery. She said that she wanted to get a pair of embroidered shoes to give to her sister.

At noon on the fifth day, Liu Hutou came back early and brought a guest with him.

The man was dressed like a rich country man. He was about forty or fifty years old. He always looked at people as if he were looking at animals in the mule and horse market.

Liu Hutou smiled and said to the second sister Sun: "This is the shopkeeper Zhao from Sihai Carriage and Horse Racing. I am an old friend. I will cook a few more dishes at noon and we will have a drink."

Second Sister Sun certainly knows that there is a lot of travel in the world.

It was the largest horse and carriage shop in Huaiqing Mansion, just outside the west gate.

She couldn't remember which drink she got drunk from.

The last impression was a piece of crystal cake handed over from the lotus flower.

When she woke up, she was lying in a broken carriage that was leaking from all directions.

The hands and feet were tied, and they rose and fell with the bumps, as if every bone was groaning in pain.

Outside the car, it was pitch black night.

An old face that smelled like pickled cabbage approached her: "Are you awake?"

"Don't move, don't move, it will be there in two hours."

"I fell in love with you the first time I saw you!"

"Round face, good luck, big butt, good fertility..."

"Why are you crying?"

"Your man sold you to me, saying he had gambling debts."

"Our family has more than a hundred acres of land, but we can still starve you?"

"As long as you can have children and be obedient, isn't it better than following that gambler?"

Second Sister Sun's mouth was stuffed with rags, and she couldn't move all over her body.

She could only cry silently, like a fish lying on a chopping board.

She thought of lotus flowers and several abducted girls.

Her favorite thing was to listen to them moaning and wailing under the whip. For this reason, she specially spent some money to make the west wing particularly dense.

This beautiful sound can only be heard by her alone.

She also likes to pretend to care about them.

Tease them, tease them, listen to them cry out their misery over and over again.

Whenever she heard this, she felt a tingling sensation and wanted to fly with joy.

And now, she herself has become a lotus.

Where will she be taken?

Where? Where to die?

Huge fear and despair came overwhelming...

Liu Hutou returned to Cyclamen with a gloomy face.

Hehua followed him, her head lowered, her face pale, her eyes full of tears, and she couldn't see the slightest joy after revenge.

Chen Zican smiled: "Brother Hutou, what's going on?"

"Didn't you volunteer to avenge Hehua?"

Liu Hutou was silent for a long time, and said dejectedly: "I, how did I know that doing such a thing would feel like this!"

"From now on, oh! I won't even think about falling asleep again!"

"Lotus, what about you?"

"Now that it's as you wished, are you feeling happy?"

Lotus bit her lip and shook her head.

"I, I don't know..." Tears flowed down.

Chen Zican stared into He Hua's eyes. The fire that was once burning had been extinguished at some point.

Her eyes became clear again, like a weak little girl, which made people feel distressed.

"Then, Lotus, if I give you another chance, I'll let you make a new decision."

"Will you still sell her?"