Vendetta

Finally, when the first snow fell, Cui got out of bed with support, turned over an old cotton padded coat from Wu Zian, and tried to make the clothes smaller because Fu Ling was too big for her to hold in her hands. Steady the needle and thread, the little silver needle was trembling in her dry hand.

"Ms. Mistress, no need. I've grown taller, and I'm dressed just right." Fu Ling put on a padded coat and went out against the wind and snow alone. Wu Heng was worried and wanted to follow, but Fu Ling wouldn't let him go.

Master's legs and feet are inconvenient, and his wife needs someone to take care of him. Only Wu Zi'an is left at home. I am afraid that even eating will be a problem.

Fu Ling knew that the nearest mountain was Holly Mountain. He went out early, and it was snowing outside, and the road was very difficult to walk. He walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The sun in the winter snow is very bright, but there is not much warmth. Master said that cicadas grow on trees, so he found the tallest tree, clapped his hands, exhaled, climbed up with the trunk in his arms, and slid After coming down several times, he fell into the snow, got up from the snow again, and continued to climb persistently.

He thought of his mistress who was still lying on the bed, of the sad-faced master, and of Wu Zian who secretly hid under the quilt and cried at night.

He thought of the two warm eggs that his wife had stuffed into him.

Finally he climbed up to the branch of the tree, he opened the branches and looked for cicadas everywhere, but there were not even a few leaves on the gray trunk except for the snow.

Fu Ling sat on the branch panting, the dry food in her arms fell out of the wide skirt at some point, Fu Ling grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into her mouth, shivering from the cold, he looked down and saw the snow in the snow. A piece of white, looking up, the sky is also a piece of white.

The sky and the earth are all white, dazzlingly bright, only he is wearing a dark brown linen cotton coat.

"Is there someone there?" The young man was wearing a moon-white quilted brocade robe with dark patterns on it, a jade pendant on his left waist, a sword on his right, and a silver pattern on the scabbard like a swimming dragon. He was wearing a plain cloak, The appearance is very good, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and noble temperament.

If you want to describe it, it is——

Yaolin is separated from the wind and dust.

Try wearing a crane cloak, you are still a banished immortal. (Note)

The boy was going to Huoshan, passing by Yan Zhu here.

Yan Zhu stopped and looked up at the tree.

The people around thought there was an assassin in ambush, put their hands on the scabbard, and stepped forward to check.

"Your Highness, there is a child on the tree."

"Child?" Yan Zhu frowned, "Why does he have to climb so high in such a heavy snow?"

Before Li Zhong could answer, he saw the figure of the person on the tree swayed and fell down.

It was too far away, before Li Zhong could pick it up, Poria had already fallen into the snow.

Yan Zhu stepped forward quickly and pulled Poria out of the snow, but fortunately the snow was soft and there was no injury.

Li Zhong stopped him.

"What are you afraid of? It's just a child." Yan Jiao squatted down and patted the snow off Fu Ling's body, revealing that little face that was flushed red from the cold, and Yan Zhu was taken aback.

The snow made his skin whiter, his eyebrows and eyes were carefully sculpted, his long eyelashes drooped down, and he was wearing an old cotton coat that didn't fit well. They were all purple with cold.

Yan Zhu picked up Fu Ling and found that he was lighter than expected, so he wrapped it in his arms with the big cloak on his body. Yan Zhu practiced martial arts since childhood, and was not afraid of the cold. He was wearing a lot of clothes, so he didn't feel cold.

Fu Ling felt a burst of warmth, and he remembered that his mother held him in her arms in winter, and the whole family sat around the fire.

From the village to the town, he was miserable and anxious all the way, and knelt on the bluestone slab for a day and a night. The night was extremely dark and long, and it rained and was bitingly cold.

He whispered aggrievedly: "I'm hungry, I'm so hungry that I feel cold all over..."

Yan Zhu heard it naturally, her heart was soft and distressed, and she held him tightly in her arms, such a small child was splashing in the snow in the cold winter months.

Li Zhongdao: "With this appearance, he looks like a ghost in the snow."

"How can there be any ghosts?" Yan Zhu smiled, the person in his arms moved, and opened his eyes, those beautiful eyes were especially clear in the snow.

Yan Zhu asked gently: "Which family are you a child from? Why do you have to climb a tree in the ice and snow?"

Yan Zhu's voice fell on his ears, pleasant to the ear, Fu Ling was stunned for a moment, only felt that the person in front of him was like a fairy in the sky, he blinked: "I'm looking for Chuxue's cricket."

Yan Zhu said: "The crickets live in spring and die in autumn, you can't find them."

"No, I must find it," Fu Ling said, slipping out of Yan Zhu's arms, and said, "Thank you for saving me, my lord."

Yan Zhu said: "Efforts with a little effort are not worth mentioning."

Fu Ling didn't quite understand, he still had to continue looking for the cicada for his wife, so he had to go.

Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, Yan Zhu could only say: "It's freezing cold, go home early."

Fu Ling nodded, bent her eyes and smiled at Yan Zhu, and walked into the mountain again.

Yan Zhu's eyes were dazzled by his smile, and he wanted to raise his heels, but saw Fu Ling's figure had disappeared into the forest.

Li Zhong persuaded: "Your Highness, we still have to hurry."

"That's all." Yan Zhu sighed.

That child didn't seem pampered at first glance, he dared to walk alone in the mountains in such a cold snowy day, and he behaved differently from ordinary children. Just now Yan Zhu probed his wrist and found that there was a little internal force in his body.

This Holly Mountain is close to the Holly Gate, the poisonous snakes and ferocious beasts on the mountain have long been wiped out by the disciples in the sect, and even the villains are kept behind closed doors in the freezing cold, so nothing will happen to them.

I just don't know which family's children are so special.

"Your Highness?"

"Let's go," Yan Zhu withdrew his gaze and said, "If you go out from this mountain, the name will have to be changed."

Li Zhong hurriedly changed his words: "Yes, young master."

When they were far away, Fu Ling popped out from behind the tree, and looked at Yan Zhu's back standing in the snow, the world was so vast, that person seemed to be a banished fairy from the sky, floating into the world.

His nose was red from the cold, but now his eyes were also red.

Fu Ling never forgets in his photographic memory, this scene in the snow was engraved in his eyes for a long time.

He touched the old cotton-padded jacket, and there was a package of delicate sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his arms, exuding a sweet aroma.

It was getting dark, and it was difficult to go on the snowy Tianshan Mountain. Fuling couldn't find the cicada, so he had to go back.

The next day he still went up the mountain, but to no avail.

The third day, the fourth day...

The snow fell one after another, and until the third snow, Fuling didn't even see a cicada.

After working all winter, his hands, face, and ears were all frostbitten, red, swollen and purple, but to no avail. His wife became sicker day by day.

Right now, Cui Shi is terminally ill, unable to get out of bed for many days, just after coughing for a while, Cui Shi lay on her side gasping for breath, she was so thin that only a handful of bones remained, she probably knew that she was dying soon, but she was very calm.

"Master, it's all my fault," Fu Linghong knelt in front of Cui's bed with eyes wide open, "I couldn't find Chuxue's cricket cricket."

Cui raised her hand with difficulty, and comforted softly: "It's not your fault, it's my own body that doesn't live up to expectations, and it's probably what I deserve..."

Fu Ling held her hand and said anxiously: "No, Master, you will be fine. The doctor said that as long as this winter is over, spring will begin..."

Wu Zian was crying at the side. Wu Heng hugged his son, seeing his wife haggard from illness for a long time, getting more and more haggard day by day, half of her hair turned white from anxiety.

Cui just shook her head: "I'm afraid I'm going to die, I won't be with you for long, Ling'er has to practice martial arts hard and listen to your master..."

Poria nodded.

Cui stretched out her hand and looked at Wu Zian, Wu Zian took his mother's hand: "Mother..."

Cui looked at her immature son, with tears in her eyes, she couldn't hold back the tears after all, and fell down: "An'er, you have to study hard, listen to your father, learn more skills, mother doesn't ask you How much ability you have when you grow up, it doesn't matter if you go to the exams, do business and practice martial arts, even if you are just an ordinary person, as long as you live well, mother will be at ease, don't let your father worry about it, and don't always make things difficult for Ling'er, he From now on, he will be your brother..."

Although Cui loves her son, she vaguely feels that compared to Wu Zian, Fu Ling will be more promising in the future. She is just an ordinary woman, and she can't see too far. She knows that her husband's past may be unusual, but she doesn't know much about it. , I just hope that her family will be safe and successful for the rest of their lives, even if they are ordinary.

It's been a long time since Cui said so many words in one breath, and she didn't even catch her breath. Her face was flushed. Wu Heng had seen life and death, and knew that this was a flashback. He choked up and held his wife's hand.

The whole family huddled together, Fuling stood aside, unexpectedly Cui waved to him and let him go.

Fu Ling was stunned for a moment, then leaned over, he had never witnessed life and death with his own eyes, his parents and sister had already passed away when he returned home, but now he watched his wife die.

Many years later, Fu Ling found out that it was impossible for him to find Chuxue's cricket cricket no matter what.

Not long after Mrs. Cui left, the weather cleared up.

Fu Ling knelt in front of the grave, and finally couldn't help crying loudly.

A little bit, a little bit more.

His mistress didn't make it to the beginning of spring, and stayed forever in that cold and windy winter.

The parting of life and death in the world is only a moment, but it can be remembered for a lifetime.

The author has something to say: Yaolin is always separated from the wind and dust.

Try wearing a crane cloak, you are still a banished immortal.

From "Linjiang Immortals Gift to Wang Youdao" by Su Shi in Song Dynasty