Lao Shrimp's daughter-in-law was originally an Oiran in Fengyue Building, Dongmen County.

He was thirty-five and she was fifteen when they met.

He drank alcohol that night and seemed to have killed someone.

He was tall enough to fit two of her, his dark skin was scarred, and his sword eyes were piercing under his broken eyebrows.

She collapsed on the bed in fright, not daring to resist.

After the event, he didn't leave there, but just told his story.

It turns out that at the same time, the end of the world has fallen into people, and it turns out that whenever you talk, you will be like knowing each other for a long time.

Her surname is Tian Minghua, and the origin of her name is unknown. The family is patriarchal, and as soon as he was born, he was sold to a gangster.

When Tian Hua was only four years old, he was beaten and kicked and forced to wash dishes and sweep the floor, when he was six years old, he was forced to cook vegetables and pick up firewood, and when he was eight years old, he had to take care of all the chores of the family.

Like him, her father was away from home during the day and would only come back at night, and then he would drink, and when he did, he would get drunk. As a result, they starved during the day and were beaten at night.

Her adoptive father reluctantly raised her until she was fifteen years old, and then she changed hands for the second time and sold her into the Qinglou.

Then met him.

He was the first guest in her life, the only guest, and the only man.

In the first fifteen years, she didn't know the warmth and coldness of the world, she didn't know the warmth and coldness of the world, she didn't know the parting of life and death, she only knew that she had a murderous adoptive father all her life, so she didn't know what love was.

Until he said, in the future, you can only take me, and no one else can come, but it's okay.

He seemed to be fierce and vicious, but his tone was very gentle, so she looked at the burly man, and she nodded.

Then the next day, she was stripped of her hair by Haoqiang, who couldn't get her body.

All the sisters in the restaurant, including the wet nurse, came to persuade her, but she never listened.

From that day on, every day when she woke up, she painted her makeup, sat in front of the window, quietly looked at the peach blossoms on the mountain, and waited quietly.

But she didn't know if he would come, and she didn't know if she was waiting for him.

Maybe she just likes to see the peach blossoms all over the mountains in the distance, whether it is dark clouds, or a clear sky, no matter the wind and rain, or thunder and lightning, as long as there is light, it can always be purple and red.

If a rainbow is erected on the horizon after the rain, blowing through the breeze, the peach blossoms that compete with each other rise and fall, like a flowing sea of flowers, chasing the end of the sky, chasing the rainbow at the end of the sky.

She has not been beautiful for fifteen years, and now she is putting on makeup, maybe not to show him.

It's just that when the peach blossoms fell and he didn't come, she took red makeup and the peach blossoms into the dust, and when the peach blossoms smiled, she could laugh too.

It's a pity that until that season's peaches fell all over the mountainside, she couldn't do it.

Because he's coming.

He was dressed in rags, with a burly waist and a slight clumsiness, not a handsome boy on a white horse, but a farmer who ploughed in the morning and rested early.

Peach Blossom didn't smile, she did.

She smiled for the first time in fifteen years, sweeter than peach blossoms.

She didn't talk about her grievances of being stripped of her hair by the bullies. Maybe for her, who has never known the warmth and coldness of human feelings, nor does she know the sinister nature of the world, this is not a grievance.

It was only when he saw the scarred scars on her head that he was furious.

Only that night, the bully surnamed Lin, who had stripped off her hair, and the whole family, whether old or young, male or female, and 67 people, all died unexpectedly, and none of them were spared.

She wasn't nervous, she wasn't angry, she wasn't sad. In the distance that she can't see or hear, he will let him do what he likes.

But if she can see his tall figure leaning against the building slightly two or three times a week, lie quietly in his arms, and listen to him tell the story of the sword wind and sword rain in the rivers and lakes, or the trivial story of the little family, her heart will be like when she admires the peach blossoms, neither sad nor happy;

The heartbeat is also like when enjoying the peach blossoms, neither increasing nor decreasing.

The mind is also like when enjoying the peach blossoms, no more, no less.

Looking at his face quietly, it is like a spring stream overflowing his feet, a summer breeze blowing his cheeks, autumn yellow leaves falling into his palms, and winter snow falling all over his long hair.

There is a poem like this:

———

Snow in the north

Fell into the southern wind

You walked into my story

It's not good, it's not beautiful, it's not wonderful

I've never been noisy, you've never been noisy

I don't want you to cry, and I don't like to see you laugh

Hand on the cheek

I can see you

What it looks like

It's just right

Hair on your fingertips

It's a taste that I like

My lips curled

It's the smile you love to see

It's not fragrant, it's not handsome, and it's not very favorable

Without elaborating on the Mountain Alliance, the sea oath is rarely mentioned

It's just been said, or it's not said

It's not just talking, it's all very well remembered

It's not beautiful

It's just right

———

Everything is poetic, just right.

Now, instead of him, he is lying in her arms.

Because his hands and feet were cut off together, he just had only the upper half of his body left, and she had just enough strength to lift him up, and she could just lift him into her arms.

She was plain-faced, fair-skinned, with long hair that stretched up her waist, a rag wrapped around her body that was neither fat nor thin, and the wrinkles outlined by the years on her face were shallow, no different from ordinary market wives.

It's just that now seeing her husband's blood flowing like a river and his body incomplete, she is not an unusual woman in the market, crying and scolding the sky.

His enemy, Boss Fu, was in front of him, and he didn't put on his hair and cry out to his father and shout that his mother wanted to live or die.

She just looked expressionless, quietly caressing his face.

"Before I was fifteen years old, I knew only one adoptive father who didn't treat me as a human being. Ups and downs, life and death, ups and downs, I always have no concept. ”

"What I like the most is to take care of my vegetable garden every day, plant a few peach blossoms, read some books in my spare time, watch the peach blossoms and greens enter the soil, sprout, bear fruit and bloom, and then fall into the soil again, and then feel that this is the end of a person's life. ”

"My adoptive father sold me into the Qinglou, I always thought, let's just do it, if I don't want to live one day, it's okay if I die alone. ”

"It's a pity that I can't die, and the mountain in the distance under the moon is full of peach blossoms. The moon is downstairs, and you're here."

"But you only come here two or three times a week, so in order to see you every day, I didn't drink the cold medicine that my nurse gave me that night. ”

"I'm sorry, Lao Cheng, I hid this from you. ”

"When I go home, I cook and cook, you fight horses and wade through the water, I make tea and read, you drink tea and dance axes, and I plant vegetables and peach blossoms in the yard, and you start fighting. ”

"Since I was a child, I didn't have a father or mother, and my adoptive father only beat and scolded, but I can get along with you, I have a son under my knees, and I have no regrets in life. ”

"You used to kill people and set fires, and I was always scared every night. I'm afraid you'll bump into it, I'm afraid you'll not eat well, I'm afraid your clothes are always unwashed, I'm afraid you'll die. ”

"After returning to Shili Street, I was finally no longer afraid that you would die, but I didn't dare to let you teach your sons to practice martial arts. But you yourself are in prison, and I have to raise my son, Baba and wait for you. ”

"You're back, I thought I could go back to comfort. I don't know you're going to start fighting and killing again. But this time it's different, this time I'm not only afraid of your death, I'm also afraid that I'll die myself. ”

"Lao Cheng, I'm sorry, I'm disobedient again. What did you do before, I didn't ask, and I didn't follow you, but this time I secretly followed. ”

"It's a pity you're dead. ”

"It's the season when the peach blossoms are falling. ”

The woman with the name Tian Hua muttered to herself, her tone was very ordinary, and her language was very simple.

"The peach blossoms have fallen, and I will accompany you to die. ”

After speaking, she took out a sharp knife from her bosom and gently plunged it into her chest.

The old shrimp died in her arms, and she died on the old shrimp.

So far, she didn't even glance at the enemy Boss Fu beside her.