Butterfly [The Great Austrian Woman Version]

In Kii Wakayama, the first snow since winter fell.Wakayama is near the sea, and the climate change is slightly milder than that of the inland area, so the snow doesn't fall very violently, it only falls softly, but it is gradually covered by the wind.The night, which should have been dark, was a little clear because of the high hanging full moon and the faint snow light, and two horses galloping past on the silent mountain road could be vaguely seen.The strange thing is that the horses can't hear a crisp hoofbeat from far to near. It's not because of the deep snow, but because the four hooves of the two horses are stretched with thick cotton covers, and there is only a muffled sound when they land. If you don't listen carefully, it will be easily covered by the wind.The two people on the horse were both dressed in black, and the wide hats tightly covered their entire faces, only their chins were exposed.The snow had already covered the mountain road, but the two of them drove the horse quickly without any hesitation.

Walking in front of the magnificent building on the top of the mountain, the two people tightened the reins, and silently stopped the tired, puffing steed.Turning over from the horse one after the other, the latter faintly honored the former, and walked to a heavy door, the former handed the reins to the latter, stepped forward, knocked lightly on the door twice, and went back and forth three times , the heavy door opened slightly with a gap.The person who answered the door was a middle-aged woman, she poked her head out vigilantly and looked outside the door, and after confirming that there were only these two two horses, she pushed the door a little and signaled them to enter.Two people and two horses entered one by one, and the door was closed again, as if it had never been opened. The snow was still falling gently on Wakayama, and it really returned to peace.

The middle-aged woman cautiously led him to a quiet courtyard, and gently put away the oil umbrella. The snow that fell from the oil umbrella showed that she had been waiting for the two of them for a long time.The woman looked around at the gate of the courtyard again, then turned around and asked the two in a low voice, "Why have you been here for so long, but encountered trouble on the way?"

"The road is slippery in snowy weather, so be a little more careful." The leader replied respectfully, but the voice was actually a young woman.Her answer did not satisfy the woman very much, but thinking of the tasks of the two of them, she asked eagerly, "Where is the person? Missed?"

The young woman replied swiftly, "Fortunately, it's not a disgrace." She turned her head and motioned to another person, who understood, walked to the horse, and resisted a tube-shaped package from the saddle.No wonder the woman asked this question, the dark horse and the jet-black package, if you don't look carefully, you really can't tell them apart.Seeing the man's nimble hand, but slightly rude unwrapping action, the woman frowned, and opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she didn't say it.He only secretly slandered in his heart, he is really a vulgar person, and he will be driven by others in this life.

The man obviously didn't realize the woman's dissatisfaction. He carried the package on his shoulders and walked in front of the woman. With a habitual plop, he dropped the package on the ground. "Ah! You!" The woman exclaimed, then closed her mouth, pointing at the man tremblingly with her well-maintained fingers.The man didn't realize that there was something wrong, but the leading woman stepped forward and pulled her behind him, bowed ninety degrees to the woman, and respectfully said, "Please make atonement." The woman was trembling with anger, But he didn't care about teaching the two of them, he knelt down in the snow, hurriedly straightened the package, and untied the tied rope.The package was unraveled, and a person was revealed. With his bald head and monk robes, he was actually a young monk.The person has lost his mind, with a sallow face, frowning, closed eyes and lips, and slightly fluttering nose, but more air is drawn in and less air is released.Seeing this, the woman secretly breathed a sigh of relief, she is still alive, as long as she is alive.

"The way here was bumpy, he vomited a few times, we..." the leading woman explained, but was stopped by the woman raising her hand, "You two have worked hard this time, this is the Lord's reward." From the sleeves He took out two silver cakes and handed them to them.

The leader hastily knelt down, buried his head in the snow, and said in fear and fear, "It is the life of humble officials to be driven by the Lord. How dare they be rewarded by the Lord." The woman who was with her also knelt down hastily.

"The Lord always distinguishes between rewards and punishments. You should be rewarded if you have done your errands well." The woman looked at the two of them, thinking that they were not fools at all, and they knew the importance. "It's just" she paused, satisfied with the humility of the two of them, and continued, "Keep your mouth shut, and go back later, and don't talk nonsense when anyone asks, don't spoil the Lord's important business."

"I understand." Both of them agreed, and raised their hands over their heads to pass the silver cake, respectfully saying, "Thank you Lord for the reward."

The woman waved her hand, and the two bowed and led the horse, and walked backwards out of the courtyard.The woman looked at the monk who was still unconscious, sighed invisibly, and said in a low voice, "Who made you a man, this is fate." I don't know whether to tell it to myself or to the monk.The woman clapped her hands lightly, and from nowhere, two young men came out, kneeling and waiting for orders. "Two of you take him down." The two ordered, one shoulder and the other lift the monk up.

"Be careful, don't bump into it." Thinking about the suffering this person suffered on the way here, the woman warned aloud.The two bowed and promised, "Also, take good care of him. If he has any troubles, I will take your lives!" The woman's words revealed a bit of viciousness, which made the two men tremble, and almost fell to the ground. Man thrown into the snow.The woman watched the two retreat tremblingly, and she thought to herself and hurriedly reported to the master. The master was anxious to wait, and blamed the snow for not falling sooner or later. Stayed for half the night.But thank God, I still caught up with him, and heaved a sigh of relief. The woman who went to return to her life didn't notice that after she walked out of the courtyard, a figure quickly ran in another direction.

The dark brown sliding door painted with silver and white reeds slowly opened, paused, and then slowly closed.In the room warmed by the charcoal fire, a middle-aged man was flipping through the letter paper. He had a very ordinary appearance and a slightly fat figure. He was wearing a snow-white undershirt and a dark brown cotton woolen suit.An old man in a dark blue Wufu knelt up from the tatami to the side of the middle-aged man, leaning against his ear, and whispered the report of the person who had just arrived.

"I underestimated her. I thought she was a coward, but she could make such a decision." The middle-aged man felt his chest tighten when he heard the ear report, and he slapped the letter in his hand on the low table heavily. The lights on the table shook visibly.

"Young master, why bother, just closed your eyes and pretended not to know." Seeing that the man didn't make a sound, the old man continued, "Since the man was sneaked in through the corner door in this way, he might as well let the young lady relieve his hunger. Just throw it away, that person has lost his identity after this, his name is not right, even if he is taken in, he is just a concubine, no matter how difficult it is to stand shoulder to shoulder with the young master."

The middle-aged man sighed, and said, "If it's what you think, then that's fine, but, those people are not those untouchables with no names and surnames in the backyard. It's just a thing." The man glanced at the letterhead he put on the table again, and the content on it plus what happened just now, he also wanted to understand the reason. "I'm also to blame. I thought that the wife-lord's thoughts would rest when the man entered the temple and lost his hair, so he just let it go."

Thinking that the wife-lord is usually a timid person, she never expected to be able to lie dormant for a long time for a man, and everyone thought she had passed.But who would have thought that when she seized the opportunity, she would strike ruthlessly and quickly, it seemed that she really took people to heart.The knuckles of the index finger were on the letter paper, tapping gently one after another.The only thing that comforts him is that this time, the wife-owner is not just for sex, she is trying to get both money and sex!However, it was also because of this that he felt even more dangerous.If it's just for fun, if you get it, and the novelty is over, you will end up like those in the backyard.If that person's current net worth is really taken in, his status will immediately become precarious.

The old man had been serving him for a long time, so he sensed his killing intent, and said in a low voice, "It's not too late." The man naturally knew what the old man was saying, "Everyone has come in, it's too late to act now!"

"What's the point of us making a move, that proud man who was able to shave his own hair in the past, is so humiliated today, let him have a chance, why not..." The old man made a seppuku gesture.Hearing this, the man opened his eyes and smiled gently, "I'm confused." He nodded approvingly to the old man.The old man got the hint, so he went down and explained.

The young monk woke up slowly, confused for a moment, not knowing where he was and why he was here. He had finished his evening class and was about to fall asleep.His mind turned sharply, and he got up all of a sudden, only feeling dizzy, he struggled to support his body, and coughed dryly.He remembered that he had been robbed and was beaten horizontally on the horse's back all the way, causing him to vomit out everything in his stomach.

He looked at the surrounding environment, because the window was slightly opened, and he was woken up by the sudden cold wind just now, and the moonlight came in together with the wind through the window crack, allowing him to vaguely see the scene in the house.He gently crawled to the sliding door and pushed it hard, but the door didn't move at all, it seemed that he was tied to death from the outside.Let go dejectedly, but paused because of the lines touched by the place where the hand passed.

He wasn't surprised by the three sunflower pattern, but he didn't expect that she would dare to make a move.The monk clenched his fists and raised his head. This is the end of the matter, so why worry about it.He walked to the window and pushed it open, shivering from the cold wind blowing in.The practice in the temple is hard, and this thin cotton monk robe looks a bit flimsy in such a snowy day.

The door was fastened, but the window was opened. It was unreasonable to think about it. The monk hesitated for a while at the window, then shook his head. What could be worse than what he would encounter if he stayed in this room?He let go of the cotton robe he was holding tightly in his hand. He didn't admit that it was because he hated the filth he had vomited, but thought it was too thick and inconvenient for walking. window.

There was really no one guarding the window, the monk followed the dark place where the light couldn't reach, and walked quickly with his breath.He also walked out of the courtyard, but he also knew that the house he was in was built on the top of the mountain, and it was difficult to escape with his own strength.Even so, he didn't want to give up, and if he delayed for a moment, he would have more hope and a better chance.He avoided the lights, and gradually moved away from the main buildings.

Running and running, the snow stopped, the moon also disappeared into the clouds, and the dark courtyard with some light suddenly became invisible. The monk suddenly fell down, got up again, and kept running like this. Even if he couldn't see it, he knew with increasing effort that he was running to a higher place.It's just that he got up after falling down, fell down and got up again, gradually, the speed of getting up became slower and slower, and the time spent lying on the ground became longer and longer.The body that was sweating from running just now was immediately swallowed by the cold as soon as it slowed down.His legs felt as heavy as if they had been filled with lead, his body became more and more stiff, he felt very tired, his eyes became heavier and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

With a "bang", he hit a hard object, lost consciousness, and couldn't get up again.