Sad reminder Xiaobai

Feeling vaguely uneasy, Zhou Ji looked outside the door one after another.

The people in front of the door hurried past, the snow particles dripping outside fell finely on the roof, the wooden frame in the yard, and then fell on the ground.

In my head, thinking back, I heard what the uncle said at that time.

"Liang Nuo's mother went away last night."

Taking a deep breath of the cold air, exhaling the white mist, looking outside, my heart is worried as I breathe.

This scene is like Zhou Ji raised a little white dog before, but suddenly disappeared one day, and later found it lying on the road, collapsed in a bright red, and the blood-stained hair became blurred, and Zhou Ji Ji was so frightened that he couldn't move.

All I saw was the dog panting quietly, blinking its eyes slightly, as if it was dying.

It was also such a season at that time, I don’t remember how I was brought home, but Zhou Ji never thought of raising a dog again.

At noon, the uncle and the others came back, Zhou Ji didn't know how to ask.

Just, watching quietly, they were busy back and forth.In the afternoon, when she went out again, Zhou Ji, before she followed her out of the yard, she stopped her and said, "Ah Ji, don't go out during this time, stay at home."

Zhou Ji opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Zhou Ji was all too familiar with this tugging atmosphere.

Lowering his head, taking a deep breath, he returned to the back room.Even though the stove was burning brightly, my heart was terrified, trembling uncontrollably.

Curled up on the kang, drowsy, looking at the steaming kettle

, in a daze.

I don't remember when they came back, but the room was already very dark, and they were hugged by A Niang into the bed.

But he was a little scared, grabbed A Niang's wrist, and buried him under the blanket in a daze.

At the beginning, Zhou Ji also came here because of an accident and the rescue failed.

This feels too familiar to Zhou Ji, but also too scary.

It's like falling into a hole in the ice, and you can't see the bottom, and it's like being soaked in icy pool water, and your whole body is cold and stiff.

I don't remember how long it took, Zhou Ji, when he woke up again, the white light outside dazzled his eyes.

Zhou Ji wondered if he had an illusion.

Being hugged by A Niang and fed with medicine, Zhou Ji realized that his hands and feet were so sore and his throat was sore.

After finally drinking the sour and bitter taste and drinking warm water, the uncle entered the room, leaned over, and said, "This girl, the fever should have subsided, and I will get her something warm to eat later." .”

"Hey, well, the kitchen pot is always hot."

On the top of the head, there was a warm hand, and it was released immediately. There was a large cotton jacket on his body, guessing, it should belong to the uncle.

Seeing the two of them go out, Zhou Ji, looking around, felt relieved.

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, this idiom suddenly popped out of his head, Zhou Ji didn't like it very much, this kind of unreality.

Fortunately, there is still a lingering taste in his mouth, holding a strange taste.

After eating rice porridge, when he went out, Zhou Ji realized that there was already a lot of snow outside, and the wind was blowing head-on, making him shiver with cold.

The messy noises outside, Zhou Ji guessed, should be for Liang Nuo's mother.

Still distracted, she was dragged back to the room by A Niang, sitting around on the kang, with freshly heated pancakes in front of her.

"Hey, it's cold outside, don't go out, Auntie will go out later, and come back soon, don't go out, okay?"

Zhou Ji nodded, grabbed the white cloth sleeves that A Niang was wearing, guessing that it should be a mourning dress.

Ask in a low voice, "Aniang, how many days have I been asleep?"

With warm palms, he gently held his cheeks, and said, "Ah Ji has been sleeping all day, and Auntie was frightened."

"Good girl, go out and come back in a while."

"kindness."

Looking at the lowered door curtain and the overcoat tightly wrapped around him, Zhou Ji thought to himself, only one day has passed.

How about Liang Nuo?

Zhou Ji, I don't know, and he can't go out now, everything can only be guessed.

Across a door and window, Zhou Ji didn't go out for a whole few days, and on the third day after the Chinese New Year, Liang Nuo's mother was about to be buried.

Zhou Ji only found out this when he heard the uncle whisper.

So in the early morning when the uncle and the others woke up, Zhou Ji also woke up.

I followed the burial procession all the way, wrapped tightly in the padded jacket, stepped on the loose snow, slipped occasionally, thumped, fell, and my arms hurt.

I couldn't tell whether it was the trumpet or the suona, the desolate sound echoed in the valley for a long time, covering up everything.

Liang Nuo, in front of the crowd, Zhou Ji didn't see it all the time, but just watched the adults digging with their heads down. There was no coffin, and her mother's body seemed to be tightly wrapped in some kind of cloth.

After the burial, the talents left one after another. Zhou Ji lay on his stomach, huddled behind a small hill.

Seeing that everyone was leaving, I thought to myself, I should go back at this time.

Unexpectedly, she came back and stopped beside her mother's grave, with the wooden tombstone standing there quietly.

Like a mime, she stood straight on the tombstone from the very beginning, like a scarecrow planted in a rice field, with a blank expression on her face.

But this made Zhou Ji even more frightened, because she seemed to be desperate and depraved without a sound.

Snowflakes suddenly floated beside her, big and big snowflakes, she was wearing so little, Zhou Ji looked cold.

Zhou Ji's legs, which had not moved all this time, gradually became numb.

Not far away, she was moving, sitting beside the tombstone, her body trembling slightly, and her tiny crying was covered by the whistling in her ears.

Hesitating, Zhou Ji walked slowly, and when he was standing a few steps behind her, he heard her choking.

It turned out that it was so, so obvious.It's just that, covered by the wind, his heart couldn't help tightening, and Zhou Ji felt uncomfortable.

Huddled beside her, unbuttoned his coat, and approached her carefully.

She seemed to be frightened, and didn't move. Zhou Ji tried to cover her with the coat as much as possible, but she didn't want to let go of her hand. My shoulder hurts, and my face is a little numb.

Like a pillow, tightly strangled by her, her tears flowed down her ears, onto her face and clothes, and the sound of crying echoed clearly in her ears.

The clothes were wet in one piece, and Zhou Ji's face was also a little wet because he was next to her. When the wind blew, he shivered from the cold, and subconsciously approached her.

She finally recovered some emotions and hugged her hands tightly.Zhou Ji, at first glance, has hope.

Huddled in her arms, muttering, saying "Arnuo, I'm so cold."

Zhou Ji heard Liang Nuo's father say this awkward title, and found out that people who are close to each other in this place would add this word before their names.

She seemed to have a slight reaction, and stretched out her hand to wrap the coat tighter. Zhou Ji, half squatting, huddled in her arms, half of her ears were not exposed.

For a while, Zhou Ji thought she hadn't heard, thinking, should I remind him again, otherwise, maybe I would really freeze to death here.

Unexpectedly, she hugged her and stood up. Zhou Ji was so frightened that he hurriedly grabbed his hands, like a koala.

Because more than half of her head was buried in the coat, her breathing was a bit difficult. Just as she was about to lift her head up, she heard her say, "Don't move, it's cold outside."

Glancing at her secretly, her lips were already slightly purple.

Zhou Ji, clutching her coat tightly, nestled in her arms motionless, and replied "En."

Back in the village, when Zhou Ji was sent home, he realized that the uncle and the others seemed to be going to the market and would not be back so early.

She put herself down, took off her overcoat, put it on Zhou Ji, lowered her head, and reached out to fasten the buttons.He poured another cup of warm water and asked Zhou Ji to hold it in his hand, so it was warmer.

When Zhou Ji took the water glass, she realized that her hands were swollen and covered with red-purple lumps, which was very scary.

Hastily put down the water glass, grabbed her hand, and covered it tightly. She, sitting on the edge of the kang, didn't speak any more.

Her hands were like ice cubes, and she couldn't cover them no matter what, Zhou Ji was a little worried, thinking about letting her lie on the kang.

But she had already retracted her hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "I, let's go first."

Zhou Ji didn't respond in a daze. Seeing her walk to the door, the uncle and the others seemed to have returned.

I don't know what she said, and left soon.The uncle and the others found nothing when they entered the house. They guessed that they didn't know that they had sneaked out.