"It's really rare, in this pattern, there are even adventurers. ”

A few people sat in front of the fireplace to warm themselves up and chatted with each other, and Renault learned that the man's name was Luca.

Elena listened to Luca's words and did not deny it. As a princess of Babelka, she knew all too well.

"At this time of crisis, the village was hit by bizarre events of unknown origin, and every villager was terrified and rejected all outsiders. ”

Lukka's gaze swept over Elena's face, his expression less lustful, more of a memory.

Elena was not interested, just slowly sipping the hot rough tea, her brow furrowed. It seems that this tea is really unpalatable.

Renaud became interested in Luca's words and asked, "Uncle Luca, what is the bizarre incident in this village? Isn't it about war?"

As soon as these words came out, Luka's eyes instantly darkened, full of sadness and despair.

Seeing this, Renault said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, uncle, I was abrupt." ”

After a while, Luca waved his hand and said slowly: "Alas, the bizarre events in the village began a few months ago. ”

He closed his eyes and recalled for a while, and said: "Every seven days, there will be a villager in the village who mysteriously disappears, there are less than a thousand people in the village, and no one knows whether the next missing person will be himself. ”

Elena suddenly interjected at this time: "Then how do you plan to wait here to die?"

"...... you" Renault glanced at Luca embarrassedly, thinking that it was Elena, who was really temperamental.

Luca was not angry at all when he heard Elena say such things to him, but was a little overjoyed and said, "I...... I'm not leaving, I'm here and want to wait for someone......"

Renaud and Elena looked at him and listened to him tell him what had happened.

......

It was a bright evening, the coldest time of the snowy village, and the cold wind whistled over the mountains, making the old palm trees shiver with exhaustion, and from time to time there was a whining sound, and the wind blew up the brown snow on the trees, and blew the snow into the moonlight, and the moon shivered.

There was a lonely dilapidated house on the edge of the woodland, it was cold, even the fireplace was broken, it didn't burn hot, this was Uncle Luca's house, Uncle Luca had lived in this old house by himself since his parents died, the dilapidated house, the tattered Uncle Luca. Luca is Chinese New Year's Eve nine today, but he looks like fifty-nine, he has nothing to do, and he calls the wolf and beast to bite the ground and lame, not to mention his wife, there is not even a girl in the village who is willing to talk to Uncle Luca more.

Uncle Luca curled himself up in a blackened quilt and sat by the unhot fireplace, smoking his pipe, singing loudly, and occasionally choking on the thick smoke and coughing.

This is already good entertainment for Luca.

Uncle Luca sat by the fireplace and sang loudly, loudly. Because the wind blows the ground and the windows are ringing, I can't hear my own voice if I don't have a few points. Uncle Luca was singing happily when he suddenly heard the sound of slamming the door, louder than the wind, louder than Luca's singing.

"Who?" shouted Uncle Luca.

No one answered, still slamming the door.

Uncle Luca was a little unhappy, put on his patched cotton coat, got out of bed, and limped over.

A girl stood in the snow outside the door, the wind blew through her hair, she was no more than twenty years old, wearing a light white cotton suit, a hat, and mud-stained straw sandals on her feet. The clothes were dirty, but the girl was very beautiful, and Uncle Luca was a little dizzy, and even felt that he was starting to breathe rapidly.

This girl is so white, her skin is like apple flesh, her hair is black and shiny, her eyes are watery, and her lips are cold.

The girl didn't say anything, and went into the house, where Uncle Luca froze, then turned and closed the door, locked the ground.

The girl still didn't speak, but began to undress, took off her dirty light white cotton clothes, took off her already wet clothes, took off her underwear, which Lukka didn't know how to describe, revealing a white (harmony), Lukka rushed up and hugged her.

She was cold, Lukka was as hot as fire, and they hugged each other, and it was lukewarm.

The next day, Lukka had a wife, but there was still no woman to talk to, and the woman didn't speak, I don't know if she couldn't speak.

Lukka thought that she was probably a fugitive from the war, but now that she had an identity, she was Luka's wife, and that was the person from Falling Snow Village. In order to make his wife better, Luca, who had been lazy, actually became diligent, and after a month, the girl became pregnant, and after another ten months, the woman gave birth to a little boy, and with that woman, it was also snow-white skin, unlike Luca, who was swarthy and like palm bark.

Lukka thought that he had to fix the fireplace and make it hot, so that his wife could not freeze it after giving birth, so he spent a lot of money to fix the fireplace.

That day in the village, Luca felt that Bei'er had face, and all the villagers knew that Luca had married a beautiful wife and had a son to him, and they were envious and jealous.

That night, Luca pushed the door, and there was no one on the bed by the hot fireplace.

There was a puddle of water on the bed, the snow was neatly white, and there were only Luca's footprints on the snow, and the child was crying loudly, looking for his mother, and outside was the endless howl of the wind.

And the girl who appeared in the snow at night disappeared into the snow at night without a sound, never to appear again.

......

Who the hell is she?

Why didn't she speak?

Is she a fugitive or not?

Where did she go?

Someone in the village said that the girl probably ran away with other men, after all, the girl was so beautiful, and Luca was so ugly.

Some people say that the girl was captured, and that day a few soldiers in armor sneaked into the village.

Some people also said that the girl was not a human at all, but a snow girl, a monster of mountains and snow, and her body was made of ice and snow, and it was roasted by the hot fireplace, and only a puddle of water remained.

And Luca cried for a day,

All day.

Then he stopped crying, and instead smiled and looked at the sleeping child in the swaddling clothes.

What a child looks like her,

Stop

Crying is a bit like Luca.

An hour passed, and Renault sat on the bed, listening to Luca's story, and let out a long sigh.