dim lights

The twelfth lunar month has just arrived, and even the snowflakes falling from the sky are a little bigger than usual.Snowflakes like goose feathers fell on the ground, leaving a vast expanse of whiteness.

Chai Fei was pushed away by a pair of skinny hands, and the dirt-free snow climbed up the footprints, as if an ugly gap had opened.A man with a sallow complexion walked into the hut, stomped his feet by the fire a few times, and then asked the person sitting by the fire.

"What do you plan to do with that little bud in the firewood room?"

The man sitting by the red clay stove warming the fire had drunk too much wine, his face was red, and his temper exploded violently.He spat on his right foot, and said loudly, "What else can I do? Together with the two little debt collectors left behind by that dead woman, find someone to sell their teeth."

"How much is it worth to sell human teeth? That little bud is not from an ordinary background. Brother Fang, you said that we have done everything for this ticket, so why not take the risk and ask his father for money to redeem someone? Have a good time?"

The man chuckled a few times, and before he finished speaking, he slapped him on the head.

"You kid also know that the bastard is not from an ordinary background? Looking for a ransom from his father? I'm afraid you will be arrested and silenced before you find out where his father is!"

Finding the brothers on the road to tie up the child was a spur of the moment, and now the whole capital is looking for the child overwhelmingly. At this time, it is purely insane to run there to die.Furthermore, the child was not kidnapped for ransom, what he wanted was to stab a thorn in the heart of the old prince, so that the palace would never be peaceful.

The man calmed down and woke up a little bit from the wine. He apologized to the visitor who was beaten, and then said: "I have contacted, and I will come to see the goods tomorrow morning. The money of the brothers is one cent." None less."

The visitor muttered a few more words, but in the end he still couldn't think of a better solution, so he could only listen to the man's advice and go out complaining.

Under the eaves outside the door, a child in thin clothes appeared at some unknown time.

The child was about five or six years old, and looked thin and haggard, perhaps because there was not much flesh on his face, which made his eyes bigger than ordinary children.

In the snowy season, the child was only wearing a tattered thin cotton padded jacket. He was hiding under the eaves, shivering from the cold wind.

"It's a crime..." But after all, it's someone else's child, so the visitor couldn't say anything more, put away his excess sympathy, and planned to leave as soon as possible.

He only walked a few steps, but was stopped by a child who was huddled in a corner: "Uncle, did my father just say that he was going to sell me and my brother?"

"It's nothing." The visitor didn't dare to say more, fearing that the child would become suspicious and run away overnight, so he responded with a few perfunctory words, and then left quickly.

Fang Meng opened his mouth, wanting to call people to stop, but a gust of north wind with snowflakes of goose feathers swept by, making his upper and lower teeth tremble with cold, and the unspoken words stuck in his mouth, in the end, he still couldn't stop people.He glanced into the house through the leaky window, and the man in the room had already squinted past the heater.

Fang Meng got up immediately, resisting the chill all over his body, and pushed open the door of the firewood room.

The firewood room was dark, without any lights, and the cold wind poured down like an ice cellar.Fang Meng closed the door, and then patted the sleeping man on the firewood.

That man was just a child, he looked older than Fang Meng, and he was born in a pink and jade-like shape, which was out of place in this dilapidated woodshed.

"Daddy..." the boy babbled, and finally opened his eyes under Fang Meng's shaking.

"Wake up, my dad is going to sell you tomorrow. I'll take you away while he's asleep, or you'll never see your dad again tomorrow morning." Fang Meng eagerly explained to the boy. I opened the rope that was tied to my body, but the rope buckle was tied too tight, and I spent a lot of effort, but it got tighter and tighter.

Seeing that the rope binding the boy had become a dead knot, Fang Meng had to stop and tiptoed out of the yard.

The ax for chopping wood was thrown in the courtyard, and half of it was buried in the snow. Fang Meng peeled off the snow on it, staggered to pick up the heavy ax, and then heard a loud sneeze coming from the hut.

Fang Meng was so frightened that he immediately dropped the axe, and gently leaned under the window to probe in.

The brazier in the room went out, and the man was woken up by the cold wind. Fortunately, he was not fully awake from the wine, so he yelled into the room, and another child ran out of the room immediately, and hurriedly lit the fire for the brazier. The man kicked kicked the child, then fell asleep drowsily.

Seeing his younger brother being punched and kicked by the man, Fang Meng gritted his teeth, resisted the urge to run into the house, and quickly ran into the firewood room with the ax in his arms.

"My name is Qi Shiyu, what about you?" The boy looked at Fang Meng who was clumsily untying the rope for himself, and asked in a low voice.

Fang Meng nodded, and repeated the name in his heart several times, and his hands were not idle: "My name is Fang Meng."

"Mengmeng Shiyu, we are destined, I will remember, I will call you Mengmeng, okay?" Qi Shiyu smiled at Fang Meng.

Qi Shiyu's facial features are exquisite, exuding a noble air from the inside out, which is very different from ordinary country children. Fang Meng was stunned for a moment, remembered Qi Shiyu's poem in his heart, and nodded with a blushing face.

The days are short in winter, and after Fang Meng untied Qi Shiyu, it was almost night.Fang Meng didn't dare to light the lamp, and took Qi Shiyu out in the dark.

"Go straight along this road and you will reach the town. Now the whole capital is looking for you. Once you reach the town, your family will definitely find you." Fang Meng told Qi Shiyu.Because he was afraid that the man would find out that he was chasing him, Fang Meng seemed very restless all the way, and kept looking back.

Qi Shiyu didn't leave immediately, but took Fang Meng's cold hand, as if he wasn't afraid at all: "Your father is not good to you, why don't you run away with me."

Fang Meng refused without hesitation: "No, my brother is still here, and I can't leave him alone." The man was just his stepfather. When Shi Yu escaped, the man became angry with embarrassment, and his younger brother would definitely be treated inhumanly.

"Okay..." Qi Shiyu felt a little regretful, and after a while, he suddenly approached Fang Meng and kissed him on the lips.

Fang Meng was startled, took a few steps back, and then heard Qi Shiyu say word by word: "Mengmeng, if you escape in the future, come to the capital to find me, I am the son of Prince Xuan's mansion."

"Looking for you...but what can I do if I look for you?" Fang Meng asked.

Qi Shiyu thought for a while, and said: "I read the storybook, and the people in it will promise their benefactors who have saved their lives. If you come to the palace to look for me, I will marry you as the eldest son." concubine."

Fang Meng nodded his head half-understood, always felt that something was wrong, promised with his body, isn't he going to marry his benefactor?

*I read popular science before and said that squirrels are face-blind and must rely on kisses to recognize the same kind, so I came up with this story.

*When the rain is misty, from Tao Yuanming's "Standing Clouds"