"Ermao, I'm back—come out and have fun!"

The cold wind blew against the corners of the eaves, crushing the prosperity of Chang'an into the echo of the hollowness of the old house. Broken light overflowed the eaves, broken tiles, and porous windows...... It's a cobweb-cling, leaky home.

I was riding on the wall and was awakened by the cold wind...... In an instant, the tears of disgrace fell down and fell into the moss of the grass on the wall, and disappeared in an instant.

"Ermao ......"

I muttered very quietly, very carefully, as if the name would disappear between my lips and teeth if I spoke any louder.

"Ermao," I raised my hand and wiped my tears carelessly, "Why don't you tell me if you move......"

The tears were hot and ran down his cheeks, and after a few moments, they were sucked dry by the cold wind. Baba is like a hard board against his face, so cold and uncomfortable.

I sniffed: "Bad Ermao!" So he got up from the wall, found a good slope, and sat down instead. The window of Ermao's house is still against the wall, but it has already been torn down by the cold wind that has passed through the night for I don't know how many times, and such a broken dry wooden bracket poked in the wind, as if laughing at me: "Hey Erya, do you see Ermao still playing with you?" ”

I bent down slightly, supported the wall with my hand, carefully stomped my foot down, half of my body slid down, and then gently bothered, my toes almost touched the ground, I skillfully let go, jumped down, and the whole person fell to the ground steadily.

Fortunately, tonight is the Shangyuan Festival, and the black hole of Ermao's house is like a brick hole, but the neighbors in this alley are holding lamps to celebrate, and the light flowing in is enough to illuminate half of the courtyard of Ermao's house.

I am familiar with the way, like a well-trained thief, and I touched Ermao's house. The grass in the yard grew calf high, and the vines were scattered, and I gasped and walked faster, and when I was not careful, I tripped over the dead vines under my feet and gnawed on the mud.

Oh, it hurts!

I gritted my teeth and slowed down for a while before I got up. Touching my knees, I only felt a hot pain, and my eyes hurt when I looked at the black light, and I didn't care, I thought it was broken. At this time, I feel that Ermao is not there, otherwise he will see it, and he will have to laugh at me for three days.

A gust of wind blew, the torn rotten wooden window made a "knock" sound, I took a closer look, only to see that there was still a lump of mud on the side of the window frame, the rotten wooden frame was blown by the wind squeak, and this strange sound was this lump of "mud" calling.

I struggled to admit it for a long time, and I almost cried.

This lump of "mud" that I can't recognize in its original appearance is the iron wind chime I gave Ermao at the beginning. In those years, I did bad things all day long, I don't know why I beat Ermao, and I didn't want to go, soft grinding and hard grinding Ai Mama, Mama was entangled by me and couldn't do it, so I asked the blacksmith next door to play a pair of iron wind chimes, one I hung under the eaves of my house, and one gave Ermao.

Now the iron wind chimes are muddy.

Ermao left like this, and I don't know how many years it has been.

Ermao doesn't want me anymore.

I cried bitterly at the rotten windows of Ermao's house.

My mother didn't want me, and she left the day she gave birth to me. My father doesn't want me, he doesn't love me, he hates me so much, and now he doesn't even want me like that. Throw the iron wind chimes I gave him into the wind, and let it become a lump of mud, bad and bad, and bully me......

Always bullied me.

I sat on the steps and whimpered and cried. The more I think about it, the sadder I become. Why do so many people hate Yaya? Mother, mother, Yaya is so annoying, why do you want to give birth to Yaya? If Yaya is not there, the mother will not die, and the brother and father will not be unhappy for the rest of their lives.

It's cold.

I shrunk back and wrapped myself in a ball. The tears on his face were dried by the cold wind, and they were painful. I touched my face and patted my ass and stood up. The heart said that he would stay here for a night tonight, and when the elder brother saw that he had lost Erya, he would definitely look for it, but the monarch's father hated Erya, and the brother did not dare to disobey the king, and he would not look for it again after looking for a while, and he would forget Erya.

Tonight is key. They must not be sought tonight.

Thinking so, I tightened my clothes and walked to the broken Ermao's house.

Ermao's house I have been here since I was a child, although not as skilled as over the wall, but it is no stranger, he has piled firewood under the hall house, Ermao's father has this "habit" of hiding firewood, and threw firewood under the hall, which was originally piled up, but it was always messed up by Ermao.

In winter, it is difficult for people to live hard, unlike in the palace, there is charcoal in winter and ice in summer, so it will not be cold and hot. The poor, just like Ermao's father, like to collect firewood, looking at the piles of firewood under the hall, it is as if he has seen a prosperous winter, and his heart is happy!

Hey, there's too much firewood, right? Dry it for nothing! - I sneered in my heart, Ermao's father broke his abacus and played well, and he built firewood like a mountain every year, so he will be planted at this time! I haven't even moved yet!

This firewood has also accumulated ashes, and it is damp every year, and no one takes care of it, so it can't be lit if you want to. - I walked around and went into someone's stove.

The door is leaking, and it is as if it is closed as if it is not closed. If you do curl up here for the night, it's cold.

Fortunately, the pile of firewood under the hall house is also www.biquge.info the effect of blocking the wind, and the stove is not warm but it is okay. Tonight's lights are bright and bright, and there is glass-like moonlight, leaking through the hole to shine in, Ermao's small dilapidated house that has not lived in the house for a long time is quite bright, I rubbed my hands, my heart is quite comfortable, finally there is a place to shrink tonight.

There is a stove hole in the place where the fire is burned under the pot in the stove, and the firewood is usually used to fill the stove hole, so that people can sit on the wooden tie and roast the fire. In the past, he Ermao liked to hide here, and when the fire was fanned, the whole person was warm.

Soft firewood is needed to start a fire, so the straw that ignites the fire is piled up in the stove, and the firewood is filled only when it is burning. That's fine, there's still a bunch of straw to finish! I rubbed my hands, carefully dug a hole in the haystack, threw the damp straw out, the driest and warmest straw against the cover, I curled up, tried, hey, soft, not cold, quite comfortable!

This half night is here, a good dream. In the second half of the night, I suddenly woke up, and I only felt cold in my heart, and I couldn't feel anything wrong, so I turned over and continued to sleep.

It wasn't until I was woken up by the sound of people running outside that I was frightened, and a man got up.

The moonlight penetrated one hole after another, casting a pillar of transparent white light, and there were fine dust flying under the light.

I rubbed my eyes, convinced that this was the dilapidated house of Ermao's family.

I'm really afraid that I will wake up and be in Shanglin Yuan again, although the silk clothes are gorgeous and the satin pillows are soft, I can't sleep well. As long as I am outside the palace, as long as I am unrestrained, I am happy, even if I sleep in the firewood and straw.

After a while, I will go and pick up Mama Ai and Auntie, and we will live the old days, as a family, happy.

The fire outside flowed faster than the moonlight, until it leaked through the window, and I said something was wrong! It was the most familiar sound, just like many years ago, when the golden-armored feather guards surrounded my home and took me back to the cage where I couldn't see the light of day. - That's what it feels, what it sounds like.

I got out of the stack of wood, crept under the leaky window, and peeked out over the edge of the window.

The sky was full of fire.

So many people hurriedly shouted and lined up, each of them holding a torch, and the tip was still bubbling with a line of black gas, as if they were going to burn the sky above the broken house.

I was terrified.

It's them who came. They want to snatch Erya. The father will definitely be angry, the father doesn't love Erya in the first place, he will beat Erya, will lock Erya, throw Erya into Shanglin Yuan, and never run out again.

Thinking about it, I actually cried uncontrollably.

The "fear" at the age of eleven is so cautious. Many years later, I can still remember the scene vividly, how fast my heart was beating, and my little nails were about to tear the skin off my palms.

I was still scared, and suddenly the door was knocked open, and the big man who slammed the door was too strong, and the squeaky door was not strong, and this collision almost made him fall into the mud.

I'm afraid, but it's still a child's heart, and my heart is happy, and I almost laughed out loud.

After a while, I couldn't laugh anymore.

I was forced to go out, and outside the hall stood a large number of hula lala, all dressed in official uniforms, holding torches, neatly and solemnly, like robbers.

The money grabbing is so regulated.

I stood on the steps and looked out, there were still people in the alley outside the wall, a fire was angry with the wind, like a snake with a hiss, where the wind blew it, the fire spread wherever it went, burning half of the sky in Chang'an.

I shrunk back, but I still had the courage to say to the big man who kicked the door: "I'm cold, I want to go in and sleep." ”

The big man looked at me and didn't squeak. His eyes were drawn to the doorway, like a nail, and he couldn't pull it open. I followed his gaze—

Yulin Weiyu rushed in, all with solemn expressions, like statues, one by one, the knife flowed in, this scene is very familiar, I smelled the smell of three years ago, exactly the same.

They lined up neatly, making way in the middle. One by one, each holding a knife in his hand, the knife is slightly tilted, and the waist knife rail forms an extremely good-looking arc, the arc of each person's waist is exactly the same, they have long been trained into a kind of ritual, their appearance, on behalf of the imperial power, on behalf of majesty.

I shuddered, knowing that this "ceremony" was similar to that of three years ago, but different. Sure enough, it was no longer the elder brother who flocked to Yu Linwei, but ......

Father.

And he came.

How much does he hate me for entering the broken house in this night?

I cried. Standing on the steps, his mind seemed to be drained, and he cried loudly as if no one was around.

All the people under the hall stood in order, and I heard the sound of Yulin Weiqi kneeling on the ground:

"The subordinate see His Majesty, His Majesty is infinite for ten thousand years!"

"No." He raised his hand slightly, and spoke very quickly.