eat meat every day

For a moment, Baolu's mind was blurred, as if she had been drunk, she only knew that other people were talking, but she couldn't understand a word of those words poured into her mind.After a long time, it took a long time for her to react, she only felt blood rushing to her temples, her heart was beating like thunder and almost exploded, she walked over step by step with only one pure thought: I want to kill him!

I'm going to kill him!

I'm going to kill him!

Qing Yu watched all directions with her eyes and listened to all directions. When she saw something was wrong with her, she immediately called Dong Shan. Dong Shan raised a knife and threw it at the back of Bao Lu's neck.

The torture room was very, very quiet, so quiet that one could even hear breathing.

A few people looked at each other, Dongshan felt that there was no brazier, but his whole back was soaked in sweat, and the green clothes stared at them without saying a word, with a bright sneer at the corner of his mouth.

In the end, it was the old lady who spoke. She complained to Zou Yi and the others, but said that the family had unfortunately made the three of them laugh, so she asked them to leave, and then turned to Yulang to give instructions.

Zou Yi and the others also knew that they were outsiders, and this opening was really in the way, so they saluted and left without hesitation.

Zou Yi was the last one to go, half of his foot was already outside the door, but he turned his head after thinking about it.

Zou Yi looked at the green clothes with a cold expression, and raised his chin slightly condescendingly: "Your parents were right that they didn't cook you back then. Eating such disgusting meat will only ruin your stomach."

After speaking, no matter how indignant Lv Yi was, he closed the door neatly.

The night wind was cold and dry, Zou Yi turned her head and saw Qing Yu staring straight at him, with a familiar and sly smile in her eyes.

He didn't speak, just looked at him, Dongshan touched his head and didn't know what kind of riddle the two were playing, when he saw Qing Yu suddenly stretched out a hand, Zou Yi held it, and as soon as he grabbed him, he used his strength to go to Zou Yi Yi fell down, and Zou Yi was so frightened that he threw his crutch to help him.

"What are you messing around with?" Zou Yi couldn't help but frowned and scolded him, Qing Yu blinked with a smile, leaned on him and said, "This fat man Dongshan's shoulders are so strong that I'm going to spit out my dinner overnight, it's you Good job, help me go back."

Zou Yi glanced at him coolly, as if thinking about where to cut the knife, Qing Yu looked at each other calmly, freed a hand to breathe on his mouth, and then hugged Zou Yi's neck , There is a posture that hangs on him and can't get off.

Zou Yi and Dong Shan looked at each other for a while, Dong Shan felt that his teacher was unlucky, and rubbed his fingers very uneasy, Zou Yi sighed, there was nothing he could do about that shameless person, so he poked him with his elbow: "Don't hug like that!" Look at me, how do you tell me to walk."

Qing Yu heard the looseness in his voice, happily adjusted her posture, and walked back to the wing with Zou Yi's shoulders on her shoulders.

It was already late at night, and after a few quick words, Qing Yu and Zou Yi gradually fell into a deep sleep, and as long as Zou Yi didn't talk in sleep, or put his legs on him, he wouldn't be able to wake up. , but Zou Yi didn't seem to be sleeping very well tonight, she turned over several times, Qing Yu was disturbed by him, she lost all sleepiness, scratched her shiny forehead with her hands, and felt like kicking him out of bed The urge to go.

Of course, he held back, and simply lay on his side and raised his head to look at the back of Zou Yi's head in a daze. Zou Yi turned over and happened to meet Qing Yu's eyes. They met such bright eyes at night, and Zou Yi was frightened. My heart skipped a beat.

Zou Yi: "What are you looking at?"

Qing Yu said: "Look at you."

Zou Yi smiled: "What's so good about me, I don't have a single flower growing on my face."

Qing Yu said solemnly: "If you have flowers growing on your face, it won't look good, unless you are a flower bone spirit."

Zou Yi didn't know what happened to him, maybe it was because the charcoal fire was too warm and his brain was burned into a pot of paste. His brain twitched and he smiled and said: "I was discovered by you. I am a flower bone spirit. Master intends to When did you accept me?"

As soon as the words fell, his face became hot, but his mind turned cold, wishing to wear it back and give the self a big mouth.

But obviously this is impossible, and there is no way to be cowardly at this point, Zou Yi has a stiff smile on her face, and puts herself in a calm and breezy way.

Qing Yu snorted, looking at Zou Yi's face, she wanted to laugh very much, but considering that Doctor Zou might become angry when she smiled, it took a lot of effort to maintain the seriousness on his face, he lowered his head, and met the tip of Zou Yi's nose. With a sharp nose, he said mysteriously: "No, the poor monk eats meat."

It took Zou Yi a second to react, and couldn't help but slap that bald forehead: "Shut up and go to sleep."

Qing Yu patted her head, she didn't have the same experience as someone who became angry from embarrassment, turned over and went to sleep.

Strange to say, being teased by Qing Yu like this, Zou Yi seemed to have wasted extra energy in the play, and after a while, he felt his eyelids were heavy, he let out a light breath, and tilted his head The neck fell asleep.

Early the next morning, when the cock crowed, I was woken up by being tickled.

While putting on her clothes, Zou Yi gritted her teeth and said to Qing Yu: "If you dare to wake me up like this again, do you believe that I won't be able to get you out of bed for the rest of your life?"

Qing Yu nodded piously.

Zou Yi sneered, got dressed, and saw the man leaning against the fluffy pillow and yawning while eating a hot breakfast, he was furious, and happened to see eggplant with sauce in the porridge side dish, he said nothing He said that he poured all the eggplants into the Qingyu bowl.

Qing Yu: "..."

He twisted his neck and glared at Zou Yi: "Man Qian, do you believe that I won't let you go to bed tonight?"

Zou Yi waved goodbye to him in a happy mood, and hopped away on crutches.

Today is the first seven, and it is also the day when Miss San is buried.

The past few days were cold but dry, but today it snowed lightly. The very small and fine snow melted as soon as it hit the ground, like rain.

A small urn didn't take up much space, but the Chen family took the lead. Early in the morning, everyone put on their filial piety shirts and lined up. The old lady led the way, and Baolu held the box. The fire was loaded on the hearse, and it walked to the geomantic treasure that the third lady had chosen.

Fengshui treasure land is really Fengshui treasure land, it is a rare piece of flat land in this endless mountain, there is an extremely thick tree, in such cold weather there are still some sporadic green, showing full vitality.

Qishan was extremely cold. On that day, Zou Yi and the others crossed the mountain and were blocked by heavy snow. Everywhere they looked was a vast expanse of whiteness. It must have taken a lot of effort to find such a warm place. , This is the cemetery that the old lady chose for herself after searching for two years. She never wanted a white-haired person to send a black-haired person. The third lady, who was in full bloom in her best years, left first.

When we arrived at the cemetery, everyone wept bitterly again.

After crying, put away the burial things one by one, put spells and other things to deter evil spirits, and finally put them into the urn and fill it with soil.

Yulang Baolu and Ruohua were crying to death, Zou Yi couldn't shed tears, and neither could the old lady. She just watched everything silently, and occasionally chatted with the old women beside her in a low voice, or patted the juniors on the shoulder and called out. Don't be sad.When the burial was over and everyone packed up their emotions and prepared to return, Mrs. Chen suddenly turned around and said, "Wait a minute."

Everyone was stunned, and saw her walking slowly to the tomb. The road was a bit muddy and difficult to walk. Baolu hurried forward to help her, but she stubbornly pushed her away. They watched the old lady step by step. Step by step, he walked up to Miss San.

Across a patch of fine snow, a patch of loess, and an inch of yin and yang, the white-haired man quietly stared at the black-haired man.

What kind of mood does a mother feel when she looks at her child in prime of life and hides an ugly secret in her heart like a scar for a lifetime, and only when she dies can she face the world naked?

Baolu opened her red and swollen eyes and called timidly: "Mother."

The old lady didn't respond, she squatted down slowly as if she didn't hear, and put her palms on the wet loess. After a while, she said softly: "This land is good, with mountains and rivers. I put you on it." I'm relieved, Qiongying, you can live well by yourself."

Except for one thing in the number of troubles, there will be no worries for future generations.

From then on, the secret of the tarsal maggot, the filth of the nine orifices, and the bag of pus and blood were all burned away by a fire. Her son did not have to be imprisoned, but he could watch the birds and the moon, and listen to the music. Cicadas sing, listen to the running water, see the size of the world, the depth of the river and the sea, and the age of thousands of years, who can be more carefree and happier than him?

Why is she crying?

Why is she sad?

It's too late for her to be happy.

After finishing speaking, the old lady stood up slowly, smiled at the tearful juniors, and said, "Go back."

The author has something to say:

Except for one thing in the number of troubles, there will be no worries for future generations. ——Yuan Zhen "Ten Poems of Weeping Sons"

"The filth of the nine orifices, a bag of pus and blood" is adapted from "the filth of the nine orifices, a bag of pus and blood storage." - "Wangjiangnan (Sahaku? Six Poems)"

Yuan Zhen's words... so poignant