Six

When Feng Shan walked into the casino, Yang Liu was already waiting there. The casino is housed in two mud houses outside the village. The house was provided by Yang Liu. The mountainous area outside the village is also owned by Yang Liu's family. Since Yang Da's generation, the Yang family has always had good luck in the casino, winning a lot of houses and land. These two earthen houses were used by Yang Liu to watch the crops in the autumn, and now they have become the casinos of Yang Liu and Feng Shan.

Yang Liu seemed to have waited for Feng Shan for some time, his body was covered with snow, and his hat and collar were covered with hoarfrost. Yang Liu's horse tied to a tree also became a snow horse, chewing on hay buried in the snow.

Yang Liuyi smiled as soon as he saw Feng Shan coming in the snow, he held Feng Shan's hand and said, "I know you will come tonight."

Feng Shan grinned and said, "I also know that you have been in a hurry for a long time.

The two of them walked into the house, where there were several oil lamps lit, the kang was hot, and the fire in the stove was still burning. The two took off their shoes and sat on the kang tearingly.

Yang Liu smiled and asked: What's the matter, I didn't lie to you, that girl is a virgin, right?

Feng Shan smiled noncommittally at Yang Liu.

Yang Liu still said: That girl is still delicious enough, right?

Feng Shan smoked with his head down, he didn't seem to hear Yang Liu's words clearly.

Only then did Yang Liu throw the cigarette butt that was about to burn his hand on the ground. took out the pen and ink from the gambling table on the kang, and a gambling war began.

Write down the paperwork before gambling and hold one copy each, which can be regarded as a contract. Yang Liu spread out the pen and paper and said: I am a loser, and I will bet on this bet.

Feng Shan waved his hand and said: You bet, you bet.

Yang Liu wrote on the paper: 30 good land, 10 rooms.

Feng Shan said: The old one, one left hand.

Feng Shan was penniless and could only gamble. Both sides can bargain until both parties agree, or one party makes concessions.

Yang Liu put the pen down and said: I don't want your hand this time, I want you to put Wenzhu on it, Wenzhu is mine.

Feng Shan knew that Yang Liu would say that. Yang Liu wants to win back Wenzhu first, then ask for one of his hands, and finally ask for his life. Feng Shan said unhurriedly: Okay, I don't want your house or your land. I also want Wenzhu, this time I win, Wenzhu will always be mine.

Yang Liu seemed to have known that Feng Shan would say this, and quickly put aside the paper full of words just now, and wrote the agreement between the two on the paper again, and after writing one, another one, before the ink was dry, the two of them each took their share and carried it in their arms.

When the two faced each other again, the soothing atmosphere just now was completely lost, and their eyes were like the gazes of two modern boxers looking at each other.

Yang Liu took out the cards from under the table.

Yang Liu said at this time: It is comfortable on a woman, but it is not necessarily comfortable on the gambling table.

Feng Shan just smiled lightly, but the smile disappeared immediately. He grabbed the cards in Yang Liu's hand and shuffled them quickly.

A gamble on Wenzhu's fate began.

For the two of them, they are on the same starting line again. Feng Shan thought that winning Wenzhu was his first step, then winning Yang Liu's house and land, then winning all the women around Yang Liu, and then winning back his mother's bones, and finally watching Yang Liu sink into the Daxi River with a stone. This was his last ideal.

What Yang Liu thought about was that if he won Feng Shan's life, he would have one less rival in this world, and he could bet or not gamble at that time. Wenzhu was just a bargaining chip in his hand. He has no shortage of women. In recent years, he has won a lot of beautiful women. Now he keeps them for him to play with, whenever he wants. As for Wen Zhu, he was just one of these women, but he didn't want to lose to Feng Shan either. He wanted to make Feng Shan defeated, and finally lose his life convincingly. At that time, a stone will fall to the ground in his heart, and then he will put his heart down and enjoy his woman and enjoy life. Maybe once in a while, it wasn't necessarily for winning or losing, but to satisfy the gambling nature in your bones. He doesn't care about losing a few houses and acres of land, if he is lucky, he will win a few younger and more beautiful women, until his gambling sex disappears, and then he will close the mountain perfectly. Yang Liu thought so superiorly.

Feng Shan and Yang Liu had the same starting point in the casino, but the end point was different.

The fire under the stove had been extinguished, and the cold was gradually soaking into the house. A few oil lamps swayed in the cold air very clearly. Feng Shan and Yang Liu were almost lying on the table dealing and bidding cards, and all their minds were focused on those cards.

Wenzhu didn't sleep either. There was an oil lamp on the windowsill, and she sat in front of the window, listening to the sound of the wind and snow outside the window. She couldn't sleep, she believed Feng Shan's words, if Feng Shan won she would give her back a freedom. She also knew that at this moment, the two men were gambling with all their might for themselves. She didn't know what her fate would be.

When Yang Liu won her, she thought of death. In the few days she lived in Yang's house, she saw the women that Yang Liu had won, and she knew that if Feng Shan lost, she would also become Yang Liu's playthings like the women raised by Yang Liu's family. Maybe one day, he will be escorted out by Yang Liu, and lose to another Zhang San or Li Si, what is the difference between himself and a cat and a dog. On such a night, Wen Zhu is worried about being a woman and the fate of women. She hated herself for not being a man. If it were a man, she would also gamble, win all the men, and cut the objects in their crotches with a knife, so that they could not be men, so that the men would not treat women as gambling money to win and lose.

Yang Liu didn't want her at the beginning, he just wanted to bet her at a good price. Now that Feng Shan didn't want her in the end, she was a little surprised and a little puzzled. When Feng Shan got into her bed and pressed her with his body, she thought that she had already reached the end of her life. When she was escorted to Yang Liu by her father, she thought that no matter who she lost to, she would die to show them. She would not willingly give a gambler his wife. She knew what her fate would be.

Feng Shan rolled off her at a critical moment, but Feng Shan, who was dressed up, said something like that. For this sentence, she felt a trace of gratitude in her heart, and at the same time saw a glimmer of hope. It was this little hope that kept her awake, she listened to the movements of the night, imagining what Feng Shan would look like when he gambled. She bet her fate on Feng Shan's gamble. A gust of wind in the window blew out the oil lamp, and the room suddenly became dark. With the darkness, she felt the cold. She took off her shoes, lay down on the kang, and wrapped herself in a quilt. This time, she smelled the smell of a man in the quilt, Feng Shan's smell to be exact, and this smell made her quiet for a while. At some point, she sat there and fell asleep under the quilt.

Seven

Wen Zhu was in an inexplicable mood, as if he was expecting something, Ju Xiang came once, and Ju Xiang followed Huai. At that time, Wen Zhu was leaning against the door frame, stunned by the white snow outside. The figures of Juxiang and Huai walked into Wenzhu's field of vision little by little. She thought that the mother and son were passing by, but she didn't move, just leaned against the door.

Juxiang and Huai walked in. Ju Xiang glanced at Wen Zhu, Wen Zhu also stared at Ju Xiang, Ju Xiang finally stood in front of Wen Zhu and said: You are the woman Feng Shan won?

Wen Zhu didn't answer, just looked at the mother and son in front of him. Ju Xiang didn't say anything anymore, and walked sideways past Wen Zhu, Huai followed behind her mother and grimaced at Wen Zhu.

Ju Xiang looked inside and outside the room with ease, and then started to clean up the room and folded the quilt on the kang first. When Wenzhu got up, he didn't bother to fold the quilt, so he piled it on the kang. After Ju Xiang cleaned up the house, she went to the courtyard and brought back a pile of dry firewood, scooped a few scoops of water into the pot, and the dry firewood ignited under the stove.

Wen Zhu had already followed the house, standing aside and looking at Ju Xiang quietly. Ju Xiang said while burning the fire: This kang can't be damp, and it has to be burned every day.

Wenzhu said: Who are you?

Ju Xiang looked up at Wen Zhu, lowered her head and replied: Ju Xiang.

Huai approached Wenzhu, looked Wenzhu up and down carefully for a while, and asked, "Who are you?"

Wen Zhu smiled at Huai, stretched out his hand and touched Huai's head.

Huai raised his face and said seriously: You are better looking than my mother.

Wen Zhu smiled at Huai again, but his appearance was a little more sad.

Ju Xiang stretched out his hand and pulled Huai Xiang to his side, and added firewood to the stove wholeheartedly, and the red fire reflected Ju Xiang and Huai Huai. The water in the pot boiled, and wisps of white gas came out. Ju Xiang stood up after burning a hug of firewood, pulled Huai and walked out, walked to the door and said: This house can't be fired. After saying that, he left without looking back.

Wen Zhu kept watching the mother and son disappear in the snow.

On the ninth day after he left, Feng Shan staggered back. Before that, Juka came almost every day. Since then, Wenzhu has been boiling water every day because she has to cook. On the fifth day after Feng Shan left, Ju Xiang began to make noodles, and the noodles were heated in a pot, and Huai ate them the next night. On the ninth day, Ju Xiang finished making noodles and heated them in the pot, and not long after leaving, Feng Shan came back. At that time, Wen Zhu was still leaning on the door frame. These days, she's often leaning against the doorframe and thinking about it, and she can't tell why.

When Feng Shan walked into her sight, her eyelids jumped, and she looked at Feng Shan with such good eyes as she approached little by little.

When he got closer, Feng Shan glanced at her, didn't say anything, and walked into the house with his head down. He walked straight to the stove, the pot still steaming. He lifted the lid of the pot, brought out the noodles, leaned his face on the noodles, took two deep breaths, and then devoured them. Soon Feng Shan ate the bowl of noodles, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Zhu kept looking at Feng Shan. Feng Shan walked to the kang, lay down with a "bang", and when he got up to pull the quilt, he saw Wen Zhu standing aside and looking at him, he only said: I won, you can go.

As soon as he finished saying this, Feng Shan snored. Feng Shan slept this time, and slept in the dark.

Wen Zhu looked at the sleeping Feng Shan steadily, and in just a few days, Feng Shan became dark and thin, and his beard came out very thickly.

She heard what Feng Shan said clearly, and he won. In other words, Yang Liu lost himself to Feng Shan completely. Feng Shan let her go, so to speak, she is now a free man. She could go, and it wasn't until then that Wen Zhu realized that she didn't have a place to go. The family's house and land were exported by his father, and he no longer had a home. She didn't know where she was going, she crouched on the ground, tears slowly streaming down. She whimpered and cried.

The fire in the stove went out, and the temperature in the room slowly cooled down.

In the evening, Juxiang came again with Huai. Ju Xiang saw Feng Shan lying there sleeping on his back, Wen Zhu remembered that Feng Shan's posture was like this when he just lay down, and Feng Shan didn't move when he was asleep.

Ju Xiang took off Feng Shan's shoes very lightly, moved his feet into the kang, and pulled the quilt to cover Feng Shan's feet tightly. After doing all this, she reached out and touched the temperature of the kang again.

Wenzhu has been watching Juxiang's movements.

Ju Xiang got up and went outside to pick up a bundle of dry firewood. Just as she was about to add firewood to the stove, Wenzhu walked over, snatched the dry firewood from Juxiang's hand, put it in the stove, and then skillfully added two scoops of water to the pot, and then lit the firewood in the stove. The fire burned red, and the temperature in the room gradually rose.

Ju Xiang sighed at this time, pulled Huai, didn't look at Wenzhu, looked at Feng Shan who was asleep on the kang and said: Burn for an hour tonight, and you have to make a fire at dawn tomorrow.

After Ju Xiang finished speaking, she pulled Huai into the night.

As soon as Ju Xiang left, Wen Zhu angrily added firewood to the stove, and she didn't know who she was angry with.

Feng Shan snored thunderously for three days and three nights, and he finally opened his eyes.

Before that, Ju Xiang had already cooked a pot of noodle soup. As soon as she left, Feng Shan woke up. Ju Xiang seemed to know that Feng Shan would wake up, and when she went out, she said to Wenzhu: As soon as he wakes up, you will bring him a bowl of noodle soup to drink.

Wenzhu felt very uncomfortable with Juxiang's tone of talking to her like this, but she didn't say anything.

When Feng Shan woke up from yawning, Wen Zhu still brought a bowl of noodle soup to Feng Shan. Feng Shan was already sitting against the wall, he didn't look at Wen Zhu, he drank three bowls of noodle soup in a row, and then raised his head and glanced at Wen Zhu. He asked in surprise: Why haven't you left yet?

Wen Zhu didn't speak, looking at Feng Shan blankly.

Feng Shan said: You don't believe it?

Wen Zhu didn't shake his head or nod, just looked at him.

Feng Shan said again: My words count, and I will not regret it.

Wen Zhu turned her back, tears flowed out, she didn't believe Feng Shan's words. When her father lost her to Yang Liu, she thought of her own end, which was death. She didn't think about any other way to live in the future. What she didn't expect was that Feng Shan gave her another free body, which she never expected. She didn't know how she was going to face her life.

She cried that she had nowhere to go. After a while, she turned around and said to Feng Shan: You are a good person, I have written it down in this life.

Feng Shan waved his hand and said: I am a gambler.

Then she said, "Allow me for a few days, and when I have a place to go, I will leave here at a time."

Feng Shan didn't say anything more, put on his shoes and went to the ground. Walked to the back of the house and sprinkled a steaming bubble of long urine. When he raised his head, he saw Juxiang holding Huai's hand in the snow in the distance and looking at him.

His heart was hot, and he strode towards Juxiang and Huai.

Eight

Feng Shan won two games in a row against Yang Liu, and he won Wen Zhu. Before this, he had never gambled with Yang Liu. At that time, he had been gambling, mostly along with the gambling. Of course, it's all a petty gamble. He had won the house and the land, and when he took the deed and title deed handed by the loser, he did not even look at it, but he carried it in his arms, and when he returned home he threw it in the stove and set it on fire. He didn't pay attention to these things, he knew that he was going to compete with Yang Liu in the end, let Yang Liu's family be ruined, and revenge for his father's revenge was his real purpose.

So far, he can't say how many houses and how much land he has won. Every autumn, there would be honest peasants who would pay him rent with grain, and the land he had won, and the rent would naturally be his. He opened the door of the outer room and told the peasants to pour their grain into the grain hoard. When he saw that the grain was full, and the people who handed over the grain came to the door, he waved his hand and said, "Take them all back, I have enough here." The peasants went away with their grain with joy.

Feng Shan takes these things very lightly, money, wealth, housing, land and so on, never take it seriously in the eyes of gamblers. What is yours today may be someone else's tomorrow. Just like the relationship between man and the world, he came and went naked, not brought in life and not in death. All the flowers and willows in his life, and the rich and noble life belong to others.

Feng Shan had already understood that this was due to his father Feng Laoqi, his father had won everything he should have won, and he had lost everything he should have lost. He saw his father sink into the Daxi River with a stone in his arms, leaving nothing but a few bubbles. This is the life of a father.

He left Juxiang's house at the age of sixteen and worked in the casino, which was more than ten years. When he was penniless, he also gambled his life, and he survived all the way. He is practicing his hands, he is also training his heart, and he is practicing courage. He knows what a gambler should be like in a casino, and without guts, he won't have a good mentality. The son inherited his father's business, he inherited many advantages of his father Feng Laoqi, and with the training he had cultivated in the past ten years, he felt that he could compete with Yang Liu.

While he was practicing hard, Yang Liu was expanding his family business. The share of the family business left to him by his father was carried forward in Yang Liu's hands, not only won many houses and land, but also many young and beautiful women. There are women who only pass through his hands once and lose to others. Yang Liu has two major characteristics, one is obsessed with casinos, and the other is obsessed with women. As soon as he got out of the casino, he plunged into the woman's arms. Yang Liu's women are not fierce women, most of them are from poor families. After they lost to Yang Liu, they all knew what their fate would be in the future. Today they were lost to Yang Liu, and tomorrow they will be lost by Yang Liu to others. They came to Yang Liu's house, they have a house and land, and they naturally don't have to worry about life, they do everything they can to please Yang Liu, and they want to tie Yang Liu's heart, they don't want Yang Liu to export themselves soon. Yang Liu didn't have a quiet time in front of these women competing for favor, he stayed in this compartment today, and stayed in that compartment tomorrow. Yang Liu reveled in his current life. If there was no Feng Shan, he really hoped to close the mountain and live like a rich man by relying on his current house and land.

Yang Liu knew that Feng Shan would not give up so well. Wenzhu is just a bait for him, he hopes to kill Feng Shan through Wenzhu's bait, just like his father Yang Daying Feng Laoqi did back then, cleanly let Feng Shan sink into the Daxi River with a stone, then he will have everything. What he didn't expect was that as soon as he fought with Feng Shan, he was very surprised, Feng Shan's gambling skills were no worse than him at all, only two confrontations, Wen Zhu's live gamble became a dead gamble.

After waking up, Yang Liu no longer dared to be careless. Two consecutive hard battles, not so much gambling, but gambling perseverance, a few days and nights did not fit the eyes, and finally Feng Shansheng was in physical strength, Yang Liu really couldn't support it before he pushed the card and admitted defeat.

After Yang Liu fell asleep for a few days, as soon as he opened his eyes, those women were fighting to pull Yang Liu into his room as usual. Yang Liu drove them away like a fly, and he had to recuperate for a while to fight Feng Shan to the death. In those days, Yang Liuda did not go out of the second door, he only ate and slept, and turned a deaf ear to the women who flattered him outside the window. Every time Yang Liu eats a big bowl of chicken soup stewed with Northeast mountain ginseng, when he can't sleep, he still closes his eyes and recuperates, thinking about what he went wrong in each round of gambling.

In the days when Wenzhu and Feng Shan lived in peace, they felt that it was really time for them to go.

Feng Shan was not at home at all for most of the day, and later Wen Zhu discovered that Feng Shan brought back one or two hares or pheasants every time he returned. Only then did she know that Feng Shan went out hunting. Two meals a day are made by Wenzhu. Feng Shan never said anything about this, picked up the bowl to eat, put down the bowl and went out. However, Juxiang appeared a few times when Wenzhu was cooking on a fire. At that time, Wenzhu had already stewed the vegetables in the pot, Ju Xiang unceremoniously lifted the lid of the pot, looked at the stewed vegetables, and then said: Feng Shan doesn't like to eat dishes with big soup.

After Ju Xiang finished speaking, he scooped out some of the soup, sometimes tasted the dish himself, and said: The dish is light, you put more salt in the future, and then scoop some salt and put it in it.

Feng Shan came back late in the evening. When he came back, Wen Zhu had already laid down with his clothes, and Feng Shan was lying down far away from Wen Zhu, and after a while, he snored loudly. Sometimes Wen Zhu woke up in the middle of the night and found Feng Shan smoking, and the cigarette butt was burning next to Feng Shan's mouth. She didn't know what he was thinking, just stared at him so quietly in the dark night.

As time passed, Wenzhu discovered that Feng Shan was a good person. It had been so long that he hadn't touched her again, not even to look at her more. Not only that, but he also gave her freedom. He had won her by making two bets, what a gamble it was. She hadn't been to a casino, so she didn't know what kind of gambling men had. Their father's gamble bankrupted their families and risked their lives. She saw Feng Shan gamble twice, and when she came back, she was almost unrecognizable. As soon as she thought about gambling, she couldn't help but feel chills all over her body. She sometimes thinks that it would be great if Feng Shan didn't gamble and live in peace, there are not many men as kind as Feng Shan. After thinking about it like this, her face actually burned.

Wen Zhu thought of Ju Xiang again, she didn't know what the relationship between Ju Xiang and Feng Shan was, but seeing Ju Xiang's appearance towards Feng Shan, for some reason, she actually had a trace of jealousy. Seeing Juxiang's appearance, she felt more and more that she was a superfluous person here. She thought about going again, and she didn't know where to go. She had heard her father say that her hometown was in a small village near the sea in Penglai, Shandong Province, where she also had an aunt and two uncles. Since my father broke into Kanto, he has lost contact. To go, she only has to go back to her hometown, she doesn't know how far Shandong Penglai is from here, how many days to walk, since her father can walk from Shandong here, she can also walk back to Shandong from here. Just when Wenzhu made up his mind to get ready to hit the road, things took a turn for the worse.

Nine

Feng Shan lost to Yang Liu this time, and Feng Shan paid the price of a left arm for it.

Wen Zhu made plans to leave here when Feng Shan went to gamble again. She had nothing to pack but the clothes and pants on her. She dismantled and washed the cotton clothes and pants on her body, and found Feng Shan's clothes and pants to wear on her body. She couldn't go that way. She has to wait for Feng Shan to come back, and she has to go above board if she wants to go. After sewing her clothes and pants, she stood against the door, knowing that at some point, Feng Shan would walk back from the snow and fall on the kang.

Feng Shan finally staggered into her sight, she thought that she really should go, but for some reason, she was a little sad. She just stood there, and when Feng Shan came over, she wanted to ask him if he had changed his mind, and if he still insisted on letting her go, she would leave immediately.

When Feng Shan approached, she realized that something was wrong. When she looked closely, her heart hung in the air. The sleeve of Feng Shan's left arm was empty, and the empty sleeve was stained with blood. Feng Shan's face was pale and his eyes were glazed. In an instant, she understood everything, she gasped, her body involuntarily took a few steps forward, and she asked softly: What is wrong with you? This is the first time she has taken the initiative to talk to Feng Shan. Feng Shan didn't say anything, and walked straight past her.

She followed Feng Shan into the house. Feng Shan did not fall on the kang this time, but stretched out his intact right hand to pull the quilt over, leaned against the wall, and leaned over his body. She stood aside and tried to reach out to help, but she didn't know how to help, so she stood demented. It took a long time for her to come to her senses, and she hurried to make a fire, and soon she cooked a bowl of noodles sprinkled with chopped green onions, and a poached egg, which was served steaming in front of him. Feng Shan glanced at her seriously, wanting to smile, but he didn't laugh. Stretched out his right hand to pick up the bowl of noodles, but his right hand trembled so much that Feng Shan gave up his plan to take the noodles. She hesitated for a moment holding the noodles, and finally picked up a few noodles with chopsticks and sent them to Feng Shan's mouth. Feng Shan took it and chewed it in his mouth, but it tasted tasteless, unlike when he came back to eat the bowl of noodles before, he was always swept away. Later, Feng Shan shook his head and closed his eyes.

She put down the note and stood aside, and she asked, "Does it hurt?"

He didn't speak, just leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, the muscles in his face twitching.

She looked at the empty sleeve, the blood on it was melting, and it was slowly, dripping down.

She leaned down and subconsciously stroked the empty sleeve, she smelled blood, and her back was cold again.

She muttered: Why don't you lose me?

There was a cry in her voice.

He finally opened his eyes again, looked at her and said, "This has nothing to do with you." After saying this, his body fell.

When Juxiang and Huai arrived. Wen Zhu was squatting on the ground crying, she didn't know why she was crying.

Ju Xiang understood everything at a glance, she knelt on the kang and said in a loud voice: I know that sooner or later there will be today, oh my God, why is it so unfair.

Ju Xiang reached out and took off her padded jacket for Feng Shan. The severed arm had been treated briefly, half of the severed arm had been pierced, and the wound had been medicated. Ju Xiang took another basin of water, put some salt in it, and cleaned it for Feng Shan, and asked Feng Shan while cleaning: Does it hurt?

Feng Shan opened his eyes, looked at Ju Xiang and said: I am almost successful, I will use this arm to exchange all Yang Liu's belongings. I thought I was only betting once in my life, but I didn't expect it......

Ju Xiang sighed repeatedly, and after helping Feng Shan clean up his wounds, he pulled the quilt over and covered Feng Shan before saying: I'll go to the city and get medicine for you. After that, you have to go out.

Wen Zhu stood up and said in a loud voice: I'll go.

Ju Xiang looked at her, Feng Shan looked at her, and even Huai looked at her in surprise.

Before everyone could react, she grabbed the money in Juxiang's hand and walked out without looking back. She walked fast and fast, and a hundred miles of mountain roads led to the city, and she had been there with her father once when she was very young. With this memory, she walked towards the city without hesitation, and she did not know what kind of force was encouraging her.

As soon as Wenzhu left, Juxiang's tears flowed, and she said while crying: Originally, I wanted to go back to see the "dead ghost" in the past two days. Two days ago, someone brought a letter saying that the "dead ghost" was seriously ill.

Feng Shan opened his eyes slightly and looked at Ju Xiang and said: Then you can go back, I'm fine here. Anyway, he's your man too.

Ju Xiang burst into tears, not knowing whether it was for herself, Feng Shan, or her man. Juxiang was overwhelmed with grief and cried with great sadness. It took a long time for Juxiang to stop crying, and said mournfully: Wow, when is this day the first time?

Huai, who had been there all along, suddenly said clearly: I am going to kill Yang Liu.

Huai's words surprised both Ju Xiang and Feng Shan, and the two of them looked at Huai fixedly.

Juxiang, who came to her senses, rushed over, hugged Huai, waved her hand, and slapped Huai's ass fiercely. She had always been worried that Huai would be like Feng Shan when she grew up. She didn't tell Huai about his life experience, she didn't want to say it, and she couldn't say it, she thought of telling Huai the truth when she was dying. She kept asking Huai to call Uncle Feng Shan. When she and Feng Shan interact, she always avoided Huai.

Huai was beaten by Juxiang, but he didn't cry, he ran out of the house and stood in the snow for luck.

Ju Xiang shouted at Huai outside the window: If you don't learn well at a young age, you dare to say it in the future, see if I can't kill you!

Ju Xiang stopped her tears, sighed and said: "Born bones grow into flesh."

Ju Xiang's tears flowed out again, and she said while crying: I really don't know how to live in the future.

Feng Shan looked at the ceiling and gritted his teeth and said: Yang Liu, I am not finished with you, I still have one hand and one life.

Ju Xiang listened to Feng Shan's words and shouted, "Oh my God!" and ran out.

Wenzhu came back the next night, and she ran all the way, out of breath. Two hundred miles of mountain roads, snow and wind. She didn't know how many heels she had fallen, she was hungry and thirsty. She was in a hurry to rush back, she knew that Feng Shan was waiting for these medicines.

When she entered the door, she gasped for a while before saying, "I'm back."

Feng Shanzheng was in unbearable pain, the quilt was soaked with sweat, so he bit the corner of the quilt and stood up.

Wen Zhu didn't have time to catch her breath, she lit a fire, and she wanted to boil medicine for Feng Shan.

When Ju Xiang arrived, Feng Shan had already drunk the medicine and fell asleep.

Ten

Feng Shan lost to Yang Liu's arm, which made Wen Zhu dispel the idea of leaving here. She knew that Feng Shan could completely lose herself to Yang Liu again, and there was no need to lose one of her arms. From this, she could see that he was a man who dared to act and spoke well. Based on this alone, she had thousands of reasons to believe Feng Shan.

Wen Zhu was taking care of Feng Shan carefully. When she took care of Feng Shan, she generously cleaned Feng Shan's wounds, changed the dressing, boiled the medicine, and fed the whole medicine into Feng Shan's mouth one by one. Next, she tried her best to make some delicious food for Feng Shan. There is no shortage of prey in this area, and there will always be hunters passing by here with guns carrying pheasants or something like that, so Wenzhu bought wild game every other day for Fengshan stew. Under Wenzhu's careful care, Feng Shan's wounds began to heal.

Sometimes Ju Xiang rushed over, but she couldn't intervene. Wenzhu was busy like this, and busy like that. Inside and outside the house are the figures of Wenzhu.

Once Wen Zhu was peeling a rabbit outside the window, Ju Xiang said to Feng Shan lying on the kang: This girl is good, you didn't win her in vain.

Feng Shan's wound no longer hurts, and his complexion is much better. He listened to Juxiang's words, sighed and said: It's a pity that I won, she should marry a good family.

Ju Xiang complained: If you had made up your mind not to gamble at that time, how could you have today, what kind of life is this, no one is a ghost, no ghost.

Feng Shan thought of Huai. When he thought of Huai, he didn't have a taste in his heart, Huai should have called his father justifiably, but now he can only call him uncle.

Feng Shan gritted his teeth and thought, is it a human or a ghost, I will fight again this time, he knows that his ambition has not been rewarded.

After a while, Ju Xiang said again: Do you plan to keep her by your side for the rest of your life?

Feng Shan didn't speak, he didn't know how to send Wen Zhu. At the beginning, he won Wenzhu because Wenzhu was a bargaining chip for Yang Liu. He said to her, give her freedom, but she did not go. He didn't know what to do. These days, he can see that Wenzhu is sincerely taking care of him. He doesn't know what will happen in the future, including whether he is dead or alive or unknown, he can't think about it so long-term.

Ju Xiang said again: With her taking care of you, I will be relieved. I'll go back tomorrow and see the "dead ghost".

Feng Shan dodged Ju Xiang's gaze. He thought that Ju Xiang was a family woman after all, and she still had to take care of her man, who was still her husband anyway. After thinking about it like this, he had a layer of lost things in his heart.

He said to Juxiang: You go back, I'm fine.

Ju Xiang wiped the tears from her face and walked out. Outside, Wenzhu had finished skinning the rabbit and was chopping the meat with a kitchen knife. Ju Xiang looked at Wen Zhu and said word by word: Are you really not leaving?

Wen Zhu didn't speak, she didn't stop the movement of her hands.

Ju Xiang said again: You can think about it, he will go to gamble after he recovers.

Wen Zhu's hand holding up the kitchen knife paused in the air, but soon the kitchen knife still fell, and she chopped it faster.

Ju Xiang also said: If he doesn't gamble, he will be a good man in a hundred miles or a thousand miles.

Wen Zhu then said: I know.

Ju Xiang said again: But he still has to gamble.

Wen Zhu raised his head and looked at Ju Xiang, the eyes of the two women looked at each other, and they looked at it for so long. Ju Xiang turned around and left, and after taking two steps, she said: You can think about it, don't regret it.

Wen Zhu kept looking at Ju Xiang's back and disappeared into the snow.

That night, it was windy outside the window, very windy, and cold.

Feng Shan lay on the kang head silently, and Wen Zhu sat on the kang tip, with a quilt on his body. The fire in the hearth was still burning.

Wenzhu said: When are you going to gamble?

Feng Shan said: If I win Yang Liu, I will stop.

Wenzhu said: Okay, you said this, then I will wait for you.

Feng Shan said again: Don't wait for me, it's not certain whether you win or lose.

Wenzhu said again: You don't have to worry about this, it's my business whether to wait or not.

Feng Shan didn't say anything, and both of them fell silent. Outside the window, there was the sound of the wind.

Wenzhu also said: You know I have nowhere to go, but I don't want to live with a gambler for the rest of my life.

Feng Shan still didn't speak. The fire in the hearth burned brightly.

Wen Zhu said again: Then you will bet with Yang Liu to win or lose, I will wait for you whether you are dead or alive, who made me the woman you won.

Feng Shan then said: I am a gambler, and I am not worthy of finding a woman. Speaking of this, he thought of Juxiang and Huai again, and his eyes were moist in the dark.

Wen Zhu stopped talking, she quietly looked at the place where Feng Shan was lying in the dark.

Eleven

When Feng Shan found Yang Liu, Yang Liu had just gotten up from the woman's kang. Yang Liu's body was fluttering, and he was standing by the wall outside the courtyard to pee in the snow. He saw Feng Shan coming from a distance, and he couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't expect Feng Shan to recover so quickly.

The last time Feng Shan lost an arm, it was he who watched Feng Shan chop off his arm with an axe, and that arm was taken away by a wild dog. Yang Liu thought at that time that Feng Shan had been hit hard this time, and he would not be able to recover in a year and a half. To his surprise, Feng Shan miraculously appeared in front of him again. He stared at Feng Shan at a loss as he approached him little by little, and an ominous premonition enveloped Yang Liu's heart.

A life-and-death gamble inevitably happened. It was still the same hut, and Feng Shan and Yang Liu sat together again. Feng Shan knew that he had no way out, he couldn't bet on the rest of his hand, if he lost, although he could save his life, he couldn't gamble anymore. Feng Shan didn't want such an ending, he would rather be a broken jade than a complete tile. Feng Shan staked his life. If he loses, he will cut an ice hole in the Daxi River and jump into it.

Yang Liu reluctantly staked all the family property and women. Yang Liu originally thought that he would have a stable year, according to his thoughts, Feng Shan would not have come to the door anyway before the year, but Feng Shan found him a year ago.

Yang Liu, who had no way out, could only fight to the death, he had long expected such a day, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly. The sooner Feng Shan was settled, he would be at ease one day earlier, otherwise he would never have peace. Yang Liu could only make a heart, and in the last bet, he wanted to put Feng Shan to death, and saw Feng Shan jump into the ice cave of the Daxi River.

Under the dim oil lamp, the two of them set up a position.

Wen Zhu's heart had never been so uneasy, since Feng Shan left the house, she didn't stand or sit. She didn't know what to do. One moment she would stand outside the window, another in the door.

Feng Shan is gone, and he doesn't know if he can come back safely. When Feng Shan left, she followed Feng Shan to the door, she kept watching Feng Shan go away, Feng Shan walked a way back once, she saw Feng Shan smile at her once, at that moment she almost cried, a very tragic emotion instantly spread throughout her body, she looked at Feng Shan a little bit with good eyes and walked away.

Wen Zhu, who had no way out, tied all his hopes to Feng Shan. When her father lost to Yang Liu, and Yang Liu lost to Feng Shan, she thought of death, and only death could free herself. When Feng Shan completely won her and gave her back her freedom, the thought of death slowly faded in her heart. When Feng Shan lost an arm, her heart moved, and the indescribable longing in her heart burned, she believed Feng Shan, believed in every word he said. Wen Zhu is now tormented by an invisible and intangible expectation.

Two days passed. Three days passed. Feng Shan has not yet returned. Wen Zhu knelt on the ground, worshiped the West and worshiped the East, she didn't know which way the gods could bless Feng Shan. Wen Zhu's legs were numb, she still didn't want to get up, the taste of standing up was more uncomfortable than kneeling, so she knelt for so long, kneeling in the north and then kneeling in the south.

Five days have passed, seven days have passed.

Feng Shan still didn't come back, Wen Zhu was still kneeling on the ground, her legs were numb at first, and then she lost consciousness. She knelt willingly and died.

Ten days passed.

Feng Shan still hasn't returned.

Wen Zhu's knees were bleeding, and she believed that one day she would wait for Feng Shan.

Outside the window was a howling wind, and the snow fell and fell, and all around was a white expanse, and the sky was in chaos.

Wen Zhu knelt on the ground, looking at the chaotic everything outside the door, and his heart was boundless. On the fifteenth day, it was almost noon, and Wen Zhu first saw a small black dot between heaven and earth, and the black dot was getting closer and bigger. She slowly stood up. She finally saw clearly that one of the man's empty sleeves was fluttering in the air, and she called out in her heart: Feng Shan. She suddenly held on to the door frame, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Feng Shan finally approached, Feng Shan also saw her, Feng Shan grinned, seemed to want to laugh, but did not laugh, he stood in the room and raised his head and said: I won, I will never gamble again. After speaking, he planted his head on the kang.

twelve

Feng Shan won, he first won all the houses, land, and of course women owned by Yang Liu. Yang Liu's eyes were red, and as a result, he staked his life, he wanted to turn the tables and win back his things and women.

When he wrote the note on the contract with trembling hands, Feng Shan's heart "clanged", and at that moment he knew that his goal had been achieved. His father's revenge was avenged, and he got his father's face back.

Yang Liu's ending made Feng Shan feel a little regretful, he couldn't see Yang Liu walk into the Daxi River. Before Yang Liu could leave the gambling table, he vomited blood and fell to the ground and died.

After Feng Shan fell asleep for five days and five nights, the first thing he did when he got up was to move his mother's grave very ceremoniously. The drummers lined up in a long line to carry their mother's bones to the Feng family's ancestral grave, where they were buried with Feng Shan's father. Feng Shan wore linen and wore filial piety in front of the funeral procession. When his mother was buried for the first time, he was still young, and he had no right to bury his mother at that time, so the Yang family buried his mother in the Yang family's cemetery. From that moment on, a heavy monument was pressed down on his heart. At this time, the heavy monument was finally moved by him. He carried his mother's bones and walked towards his graveyard. As he walked, he shouted at the wind and snow: Mother, let's go home.

He shouted again: Mother, after so many years, I know that I miss home.

He also shouted: Mother, let's go home today, go home......

Feng Shan cried as he shouted.

In the wind and snow, the drum ensemble played the "Victory Order".

The day after burying his mother, Feng Shan and Wen Zhu left. No one knows where they went.

After another few days, Juxiang and Huai returned here, and they didn't want to go anymore when they came back. Ju Xiang and Huai are both wearing mourning clothes, and Ju Xiang's tuberculosis man finally goes.

When Ju Xiang took Huai's hand and walked into the two huts in Fengshan, the houses were already empty, leaving a cold stove and a cold kang.

Huai shook his mother's hand and cried and said: He is gone.

Ju Xiang muttered: They're gone.

Huai said: Will they come back?

Ju Xiang rolled down two lines of tears and shook her head noncommittally.

Huai gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to kill him."

Ju Xiang looked at Huai in surprise, and Huai's little face was flushed.

Huai said again: I will kill him sooner or later.

"Smack", Ju Xiang slapped Huai, then leaned down and hugged Huai, "Wow" cried, crying and saying: Don't talk nonsense. She saw the kind of madness she knew in Huai's eyes. That's how Feng Shan gritted his teeth and said this kind of thing to the Yang family back then. She didn't want and couldn't let Huai go on Feng Shan's path again.

Ju Xiang shook Huai's weak body, and said while crying: Don't talk nonsense, he is your father.

Huai bit his lip, a wisp of blood flowed out, his eyes were full of tears, and then he said: Then why doesn't he marry you, I will kill him.

Juxiang began to cry.

A few years later, the gambling style in this area gradually disappeared, and occasionally there were some small bets, which were no longer a climate. The gambling wind subsided, but the beard was raised.

Soon, a mustached team became the climate. A man who lost his left arm was the leader of this bearded team, known as the "one-armed hero", who killed the rich and helped the poor, and was deeply loved by the people.

A few years later, a man named Huai also led a group of people to occupy a mountain, and this group of people was looking for trouble with the "one-armed hero".

The two groups fought each other up and down the mountain.

People also know that the "one-armed hero" has a beautiful lady who can use a gun with both hands and kill people without blinking. Huai's mother was saddened that her son Zhanshan was king and hanged himself in her own home. Huai led all his beards and guarded the spirit of his mother for seven days and forty-nine days. People say that Huai is a filial son.

That's another story.