Tian Tiangan said: "Okay, you are so careful and thoughtful!"

There will never be a long afternoon like this. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It won't be so hot, there won't be so many lazy flies.

These flies, no matter how clumsy they kept waving their fans, still landed in swarms on the weak.

She swung the big palm fan so hard that her arms were sore.

But it seemed to her efforts in vain, for no sooner had she driven them away from her weak, sweaty face, when they were crawling up on her clammy feet and legs, and the weakness trembled feebly from time to time to get rid of them, and cried out in a low voice, "Fan your feet, please!"

The room was half-lit and half-dark, because the clumsy had pulled down the curtains to keep out the heat and sunlight, and only a small bit of light came in through the small holes and edges of the curtains.

The room was as hot as an oven, and the clothes on Clumsy's body were wet and never dried, and the sweat was getting more and more uncomfortable.

The deer girl Kiki squatted in a corner, also sweating, and sour all over. If it weren't for the fear that the child would run away as soon as he carried her, he would have wanted to kick her out.

Lying on the bed weakly, the sheets had long been stained with sweat, and the water that was sometimes splashed on them was wet and drippy.

She kept rolling and tossing and turning, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right.

Sometimes she struggled to sit up, but leaned back and lay down, so she rolled again. At first, she couldn't help but scream, biting her lip so hard that her skin broke.

At this time, the stupid nerves were about to burst, so he said in a rough voice: "Weak, for God's sake, don't be strong." No one else can hear but us. If you want to call it, you can call it. “

Later, she couldn't help whether she was weak or not, and she finally groaned, sometimes screaming loudly.

As soon as she screamed, Clumsy held her head in her hands, covered her ears, and turned away, wishing she was dead. It's good to do anything, just don't watch this painful situation and have no choice but to stay here, spend so long waiting for a child to land, there is nothing more unfortunate in the world.

What's more, while waiting like this, she knew very well that the Southerners had actually arrived at Five Points.

She really regretted that she hadn't paid much attention to the housewives who had talked about having children. If only I had noticed it on a regular basis!

If she had cared more about this kind of thing, she would have known by now that weakness would take a long time to be born. She vaguely remembered that Aunt Salted Fish had told her that a friend of hers had given birth for two whole days, but she died before she could give birth.

Maybe the weak will have to give birth for two days!

But the weak body is so delicate, she must not be able to withstand two days of torture. She'll be dead soon. If the child hadn't come down earlier, if Mengjiao was still alive, how could she have the face to tell him that he was weak and dead—she had promised to take care of her!

At first, she always had to hold on to her clumsy hand when she was in severe pain, but she clutched it so tightly that she almost crushed her bones.

After an hour, the clumsy hand was bruised and swollen, and it was almost impossible to move. She had to tie two towels together, tie them around the legs of the bed, and let her weak hands hold the knotted end.

Weakly pulling it is like pulling its own lifeline, sometimes nervously pulling, sometimes relaxing, and pulling casually.

All afternoon, her voice cried like a dying beast in a trap. She occasionally put down the towel, rubbed her hands weakly, and stared up at the clumsy with two swollen eyes in pain.

"Speak, speak," she whispered, and Dumb made casual gossip for a while, until Weakly grabbed the towel knot again and began to twist it.

The room was dark and hot, full of cries of pain and buzzing flies, but time passed so slowly that I couldn't even remember what had happened in the morning.

She felt as if she had been in this stuffy, gloomy, sweaty place all her life. She also wanted to shout whenever she was weak, but she didn't shout because she bit her lip fiercely, and finally contained the frenzy in her heart.

On one occasion, Donton Quixote ran upstairs on tiptoe and stood outside the door crying.

"Don Quixote is hungry!" Stupid listened and got up and walked out the door, when he whispered weakly,

"Please. Don't leave me. I can't help it when you're not there. “

So stupid, I had to send the deer girl Kiki downstairs to hot corn porridge to feed him. As for herself, she felt that she would not be able to eat anything again from the afternoon.

The clock on the fireplace had stopped, and she had no way of knowing what time it was, and only when the heat in the room had faded and the little light had dimmed, did she pull back the curtain, and suddenly found that it was almost evening, and the sun was hanging far away in the western sky like a scarlet fireball.

For some reason, she thought it would always be a hot noon.

She nervously wondered what the business district had become.

Has the army all been withdrawn? Has the Yankees come in? Will the Confederates leave without a fight?

So, she couldn't help but remember with great regret and frustration that the Alliance Army was so small, and the Dark Lord's troops were many and strong, Dark Lord!

Not even Satan himself would be as frightening as he is!

But there was no time to think about it now, for she was crying for water, for a wet towel to be put on her head, for someone to fan her, for someone to drive away the flies from her face.

When twilight fell, Kiki the deer girl hurriedly lit the lamp like a glow-in-the-dark ghost, and the weak looked even weaker.

She began to call out to Mengjiao over and over again, as if she was in a nervous coma.

The monotonous and disgusting call made Clumsy want to put a pillow over her mouth and hope that maybe the doctor would come eventually.

At this time, hope is starting to raise its head again, and I hope he will come soon!

She turned to Kiki, the deer girl, and told her to hurry to the raccoon's house to see if the doctor or his wife were not at home.

"If the doctor isn't there, ask Mrs. Raccoon or their cook what they can do, and beg them to come quickly!"

Kiki the deer girl snapped away, and clumsily watched her run around the street, she never thought that this little thing would run so fast.

After quite some time, she came back alone.

"The doctor wasn't home all day. Maybe he's gone with the GIs. The little bullfrog is finished!

"Dead?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Kiki the Deermaid, in a tone of self-esteem and triumph.

Coachman Talbot told me. He hit—"

"Leave that alone. ”

"I didn't see Mrs. Raccoon. The cook said that Mrs. Raccoon was washing the baby bullfrog and wanted to bury him before the Southerners arrived, and the cook said that if the weak lady was in pain, she would just put a knife under her bed, and the pain would be cut in half. “

Stupid listened to these useless words, and glared at her again in anger, but weakly opened those bulging eyes and whispered, "My dear, is the Southerner here?"

"No," Clumsy said firmly. "Kiki the deer girl will lie. ”

"Yes, ma'am. That's how I am. The deer girl Kiki hurriedly agreed.

"They're coming," whispered weakly, and she was not deceived, and buried her face in the pillow, but her voice could not be contained.

"My poor boy. My poor child. After a pause, he said, "Now, stupid, you have to leave with Don Quixote." Don't stay here. “

In fact, what Weak said was what Stupid had been thinking about, but Stupid was annoyed and angry when she heard her say it, as if the cowardice in her heart had been clearly revealed on her face and was seen through by Weak.

"I'm not afraid. Don't be silly. You know I'm not going to leave you. ”

"I'm dying anyway. It's the same whether you go or not," she moaned again.

Clumsy like an old woman, she slowly walked down the glow-in-the-dark stairs by holding on to the railing, for fear of accidentally falling.

Her legs were as heavy as lead, and she was tired and nervous, shivering all the way, all the while shivering from sweat.

With great difficulty, she reached into the hallway in front of her and sat down down on the top steps. She reclined with her back against a pillar, and with trembling hands she unbuttoned her bodice, leaving it half-open.

The night was dark, warm and soft, and she stared at it sideways, sluggish as a ploughing ox.

It's all gone.

The weak did not die.

The kitten-like little cub was being washed for the first time in the hands of the deer girl Kiki, and Yu was weak and fell asleep at this time.

How could she still sleep after experiencing such a nightmarish pain and ignorance of the birth process, which caused more harm and less benefit? How did she not die?

Stupid knew that if she had endured such torture herself, she would have died.

But as soon as it happened, even though she was so weak that she was dying, she could still say, "Thank you." “

Clumsiness is heard only when you lean over and tilt your ears.

Then she fell asleep. How could she have fallen asleep? Stupidly forgot that she had fallen asleep after giving birth to Don Quixote.

She couldn't remember anything. Her brain had become a vacuum. The world has become a vacuum. There had been no life before this endless day, and there would be no more—only—sweltering nights, only the sound of her rough and tired breathing, only the faint cold sweat dripping from her armpits to her waist, from her arms to her knees.

She could hear her own breathing turn from evenly loud to spasmodic sobbing, but her eyes were dry and hot, as if they would never shed tears again.

Slowly and laboriously, she lifted herself up, pulling her heavy skirt above her thighs. She felt cold, hot and vague at the same time, while the slight night breeze on her limbs was refreshing.

She vaguely felt that if Aunt Salted Fish saw her lying on this front porch, her skirt so high that even her panties were exposed, she didn't know what to say.

She didn't care about it, though.

She didn't care about anything anymore. Time has stood still. It may be just after dusk, or it may be midnight.

She didn't know, and she didn't care about it.

She was about to close her eyes and feel sleepy when she heard footsteps walking upstairs and thought to herself, "This might be the damn Deer Girl."

After an unknown amount of time in the nightlight, Kiki, the deer girl, came to her and chattered proudly.

"Stupid Miss, we're doing a good job. I said my mom wouldn't be any better than this. “

Clumsy looked at the deer girl Kiki from the night light with wide eyes, and because she was too tired, she didn't scold, didn't scold, and didn't count the fault of the deer girl Kiki-

Her boasting of the kind of experience she didn't have, her fear, her clumsy hustle and bustle, and her helplessness in the moment of emergency: either she had the wrong scissors, she had splashed the basin of water all over the bed, and she had even dropped her newborn baby by mistake.

But now she is blowing about how well she has done.

Yes, the Nankees are popular with them.

She lay down quietly against the pillar again, and Kiki, the deer girl, understood her feelings, so she tiptoed into the nightlight.

After a while, her clumsy breathing had eased and her heart beat had stabilized, and she faintly heard the stumbling footsteps coming from the north on the road ahead.

Soldier!

She sat up slowly, pulling her skirt down, though she knew no one would see it in the dark light.

When they saw the front of the house, a long line of shadows passing by, she called out to them.

"Well, please wait!"

A figure left the group and came to the gate.

"You're leaving us behind, you're leaving?"

The figure seemed to take off its hat, and a calm voice could be heard in the night light.

"Yes, ma'am. It was in this way that we were the last to withdraw from the fortifications, about a kilometer from the north. ”

"Are you—are the troops really retreating?"

"Yes, ma'am. You see, the Southerners are coming. “

The Southerners are coming!

She had forgotten about it. Her throat suddenly tightened, and she couldn't say anything. The figure walked away, mingling with the other shadows, and the jumble of footsteps faded into the nightlight. “

The Southerners are coming!

The Southerners are coming!"

This is the rhythm of their footsteps, this is the sound of the sudden beating of the clumsy heart.

The Southerners are coming!

"The Southerners are coming!"

Kiki the deer girl shouted loudly, and shrunk back to Clumsy.

"Well, Miss Stupid, they're going to let us all die. They're going to stab us in the belly with a demon slayer! they're going to—"

"Now, stop yelling!"

You don't need to hear someone say it in a trembling voice, just thinking about it in your own heart is enough to scare you.

Then there was another panic in her heart.

How could she escape? What would she do? Where would she go for help? All her friends were useless to her.

She suddenly remembered Zhou Bo, and she felt calm and no longer panicked.

Why did she run around like a headless chicken all morning and not think of him?

She hated him, but he was strong and capable, and he was not afraid of the Southerners. It was true that the last time he was here, she had lost her temper with him, and he had said some unforgivable things, but at a time like this, she would not have bothered with those things. (To be continued.) )