Ming Yu

Mama Song stared at the young man with picturesque features in front of her, but there was another figure standing against the light in front of her eyes.

In my memory, the man's thin body was set off by the thick mink fur, as if he was going to be wrapped in those furs, and the silhouette was so lonely that it was almost unreal...

She sighed leisurely, and after a long time, she opened her mouth slowly, telling what happened in the past few years one by one——

Six years ago, in the summer after Hua Niansu and Ziyang left, the children in the town developed chickenpox one after another. The pharmacy did not have enough medicine and several important herbs were missing. , One morning, he took the little fox up the mountain to gather medicine, and he never came back for several days.Unexpectedly, I met a relative of the emperor who was touring the south of the Yangtze River and brought a group of officials and eunuchs up the mountain to hunt.

They met a gentleman and a little fox who were collecting medicine in the forest. Seeing that its fiery red fur was shiny and shiny, they immediately moved to hunt foxes. , 50 people rode on horses and drove the little fox to the depths of the valley.

The little fox only came to take the husband to a rock and hide it, so he had to leave him and run away alone. Although the husband was deaf and blind, he was still sensitive to the danger, and he stumbled and chased all the way to the valley regardless of his own safety. In the depths, I finally met everyone in the evening, in order to save the little fox who was besieged by everyone.

In desperation, he threw a stone and hit the horse leg of the leading boy, distracting everyone's attention, allowing the little fox to find a chance to escape, and finally he was forced to a steep slope at the edge of the valley , stumbled and rolled down a nearly [-]-meter-high slope amidst the sky full of arrows...

Song's mother recalled the scene at that time, and she couldn't help but burst into tears again.

The husband was seriously injured. When he was first brought back, his pulse was very weak, and his breath was so weak that it would pass at any time. He was hanged by the little fox with a thousand-year-old ginseng until autumn, and he seemed to have recovered a little.

She still remembered that autumn of that year, the man on the bed, his face and lips were all pale, with thick splints clamped in many places on his body, and the bandage under the skirt was still stained with red blood, wrapped around his neck all the way to his ankles, The pitch-black eyes were wide open, and the dilated pupils were constantly shrinking due to the pain, and the head was weakly tilted to one side, revealing a pale and abrupt neck.

On the head of the bed lay a little fox with disheveled hair, with dim eyes open, licking the back of his hand with its small tongue from time to time, its little head drooping listlessly, silently accompanying the man on the bed.

After that, Song Ma brought ginseng soup to the hospital bed every day, and fed it into his mouth mouthful. She also drank half of the bowl in a daze while half asleep and half awake, holding the little wooden bird in her hand all the time, waking up in a daze. After waking up for more than a month, it actually made him survive a little bit.

In February, which is cold and cold in spring, it turns warm and cold.

The air is cold, but it is humid. Spring is just around the corner under the ice and snow, and there is a faint sound of running water under the ice.

It was the spring equinox of the next year when the man took off the bandage. His skin, which had not seen the sun for a long time, was so pale that it seemed transparent. His shoulders were so thin that he could not support the large robe, which covered him empty. It was so thin that it was shocking, and the whole person seemed to be blown away by the wind.

After being bedridden for more than half a year, the man was barely able to get out of bed, but it was still very difficult to stand up. With crutches and a tripod, he was half-supported and half-supported by Song Ma and Yuan Chengfeng. lock up.

The warm sunlight outside the house slanted across the room through the carved window panes.

The man sat at the table, spread out the snow-white rice paper, smoothed every edge and corner, and took a pen to write copybooks for the children. Under the rolled-up sleeves, the wrists were so thin that it seemed that there was only one layer. The fragile skin is covered with flesh and blood, and the fingertips holding the pen are almost transparent white.He was just recovering from a serious injury, and he was very reluctant. He had to put down the pen every half a page, and pressed his chest for a while, coughing and panting.

After beckoning her son to come in and take away the stack of copybooks, Mother Song raised her head and met the man's gentle eyebrows, she couldn't help being taken aback.

With an apology on his pale and handsome face, he slowly gestured in sign language, [Sorry, taking care of me has caused you a lot of trouble. ]

As the sun gradually moved westward, the shadows of the trees on the ground also gradually lengthened.

His lips are white, wrapped in sable fur, standing quietly in front of the window, his body is so thin that it seems that the sun can penetrate it, but his smile is pure and clean, but it is as warm as before, full of relief, it makes people worry... …

The sun sank into the west mountain silently, and the last ray of sunset in the sky gradually lost its brilliance.In the evening, the sunset glow burned the sky red.In the small town where the cooking smoke is curling up, there are a few dogs barking and chickens crowing from time to time.

Jun Wulei sat around the dining table with Hua Niansu, Ziyang, and Yuan Chengfeng's mother and son, having a New Year's Eve dinner.

On the table are several Jiangnan specialties, Xiaolongbao, osmanthus lotus root, Dongpo pork, dried plum vegetables and steamed river fish, all of which are Hua Niansu's favorite dishes.A bowl of longevity noodles in front of each person was still steaming hot.

Hua Niansu looked at the longevity noodles in front of her. The thin white noodles were served in the largest bowl and placed in front of her. A poached egg was dotted with green vegetables and a few drops of sesame oil were added on top. Although it was still fragrant, But it's not the taste I remember...

Yuan Chengfeng sucked on the noodles, sweating from eating, grinning and said: "Mother, we didn't eat longevity noodles during Chinese New Year in previous years, why is it so grand this year?"

Song Ma stretched out her hand and patted her son's head, and said with a smile: "Stupid boy, you only eat this bowl of longevity noodles because of your elder brother's honor."

Ziyang raised his head, his dark eyes were full of puzzlement: "Why did you fall under my elder brother's favor?"

Mama Song looked at the two innocent children and sighed softly: "Every Mid-Autumn Festival, Mister always remembers to cook a bowl of longevity noodles for you big brother... Today is rare for you all to come back for the New Year, so I will cook for Mister This bowl of longevity noodles."

One year and four months passed in the world, and the boy disappeared without a word.

It is the Mid-Autumn Festival in September again, and it is the fragrance of chrysanthemum, crab fat, and sweet-scented osmanthus.

The man was thinking about cooking a bowl of longevity noodles to celebrate his birthday, so he gathered up his strength for a long time and managed to get out of bed. With the support of Song Ma, he walked into the kitchen in a nonchalant way.He was physically exhausted and couldn't stand up crookedly, but he supported his sick body with a will. He kneaded and rolled noodles, washed vegetables, shredded them, and cooked them in a pot.

For more than a year, the man's injuries have been repeated. After autumn, his illness worsened day by day, and he almost exhausted his vitality.

He has a very tenacious personality. On weekdays, he deliberately conceals his weakness, and often pushes people away with excuses, but only Song Ma, who has been standing by her side, knows best that this man who always smiles at her indifferently, even slightly leans up on the bed. It was difficult and slow, and I ate very little every day, and I vomited all the porridge I ate for several days, and I couldn't swallow it at all...

The man put a bowl of hot hand-rolled noodles on the table, set up a pair of chopsticks, and asked Mama Song to fetch the light gray snow rabbit velvet cape that was pressed at the bottom of the box.He was almost unrecognizable now, and the fluffy rabbit fur would help him look less miserable.

The man stood by the table and waited quietly all night, from sunset to dawn.When the chirping of insects and birds gradually sounded outside the window, he gently closed his eyes, then laughed at himself again, the faint morning light reflected on his tired face, becoming more and more misty.

When Mama Song opened the door and came in, a red sun was just rising in the sky.The man seemed to be aware of it, raised his eyes and gave her a faint smile, and was about to stand up while holding the edge of the table.Song's mother only felt a blur in front of her eyes, and the man who was smiling at her just a second ago was like a gray feather, falling lightly...

Song Ma screamed and stepped forward, frantically supporting him. The man lost consciousness, and the weight of his whole body was on her body. Such a tall man was so light that he couldn't feel much weight.Song's mother touched his hand, only to feel that his fingertips were extremely cold, and the cold temperature invaded through the rabbit fleece cloak, she hurriedly called her son, and the two of them worked together to lift him to the bed.

The autumn wind and cold dew are so cold that it soaks the spleen and bones.

From time to time, muffled coughs could be heard from inside the door, echoing hollowly in the small courtyard, breaking the silence of late autumn.The man was suffering from severe illness, and the night wind blew overnight during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the evil wind entered the heart and lungs.

Opening the bamboo curtain on the door, Mama Song entered the room with a small bowl filled with stewed pears with honey to treat cough and moisten the lungs. After two hours of slow simmering, the sweetness and softness melted in the mouth.

The man leaning on the couch looked haggard, with dry white skin on his lips, he put down the bowl after eating two spoonfuls, turned his face to the bed quickly, shrugged his shoulders, and coughed violently again.He tried his best to cover his mouth tightly, but he still couldn't stop coughing. The thin back under his clothes, which was originally as straight as a bamboo, collapsed at this moment, making him shiver endlessly.

He panted lightly, stretched his brows that were frowned by the pain, signed sign language intermittently, and still had the heart to chat and laugh with Song Ma, saying that he chewed peonies like a cow, really ruined this bowl of pear soup, and still smiled lightly Light, it seems that someone else is being tortured by the disease.

Before she packed up the leftovers and turned to go out, Song Ma couldn't help but look back, and saw the man leaning quietly on the bedside, his body in the candlelight was so sickly that he was so fragile that it would break at the touch of a touch. His brows are bright and clear, and he has an air of arrogance that blows his heart, never withering in the cold, and unparalleled in style...

At that moment, she felt that her eyes were sore and hot, and she was about to shed tears, so she couldn't bear to look any more, and hurriedly turned around and left the room.

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Starting today, update every day, and it should end next week. It's such a happy decision!