Shang Xuesleeve looked up at the window. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I don't know when, when night fell, she hadn't gone to get tonight's meal, and if it was too late, she would not be able to see the road clearly, so she went out of the house and walked slowly to the courtyard gate.

She picked up one of her own green silks, which were not smooth and smooth, and gently covered her ears, as if this green silk could bring her some warmth like silk satin.

It's just that there is no food box at the gate of the courtyard, Shang Xuesleeve was stunned for a moment, but this is something that has never happened.

She couldn't help but walk towards the courtyard door, knocked lightly twice, and there was no response from outside.

It was cold at night, and she couldn't wait here, so she planned to go back to the house first, and come back later, but she had just turned and walked a few steps when she heard a slight explosion behind her.

When she turned around, she saw something flash in mid-air.

After a while, more explosions were heard, and the air was filled with smoke, which smelled of sulfur, and the sky in the distance unfolded into a gorgeous curtain.

From time to time, fireworks "swish" straight into the sky, and immediately made a bang, shining out of ten thousand golden lights, and disappeared again; There are fireworks like golden snakes dragging a crooked tail to climb upward, slowly fading; There are also fireworks like colored marbles shining in the sky one after another; There are also fireworks that bloom in the air with large flowers of different colors, and then fall and disappear, like flower petals falling, scattering the sky with a rain of flowers.

Shang Xue's sleeves are like seeing the flashing rhinestone head on the stage in the past, the splendid costumes depicting dragons and phoenixes, and the brilliant eyes that can almost dazzle the flowers.

I don't know how long this fireworks lasted.

Shang Xue looked at it in a daze, and her heart gradually filled with an indelible sadness, even if she saw tears streaming down her face, she was reluctant to leave.

Day after day, she could only see a corner of the sky above the cold palace.

There are no flowers and trees, no blades of grass, the striking is a long palace wall, the rest is deep and light gray, the eaves are blue-gray, the ground is light gray, the doors and windows are mottled black-gray after the paint has been removed because no one has repaired them, and the walls in the house are also white-gray......

She was reluctant to have such a brilliant color, such a color that only came once a year.

Shang Xuesleeve finally despaired, maybe every year in her life, she would have to wait like this, until her heart turned gray, so that she could wait for such a flower blooming in the sky.

But she was really worried that she wouldn't be able to last until the next Spring Festival.

The cold palace doesn't know the years, the days are muddy and terrible, the more this is the case, the more scared Shang Xuesleeve becomes, she forced herself to carve a scratch on this New Year's Day.

The scratch was on the top of the well platform, shallow, but very clear, and you can see it every day when you draw water, so you won't forget it.

When she carved the fourteenth path, even Shang Xuesleeve reminded herself that she had to save some of the food the day before, and the Lantern Festival was also a big festival, so she didn't know where the two gatekeepers had gone at that time.

She even looked forward to it, if it was according to last year's old practice, there would also be fireworks on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Outside and sporadically began to snow, this year's snow seems to be particularly much, it has fallen several times, Shang Xuesleeve will carry more water, to be put in the house to prepare, really the snow is heavy, it is not easy to get to the well.

After being busy, she was really a little tired, she was a little panting in the dark, but she licked her lips and said softly: "Son, tomorrow is the fifteenth day of the first month, when you grow up, my mother will take you to the street, the street is the season of putting lanterns, and the lamp official is responsible for reporting the name of the lamp, counting from one to ten, a group of gas lamps, and two fairy lanterns, three sheep open Thai lanterns...... There are also four seasons of air, each with its own lights, you must like the marquee the most, the people and things in it are all moving......"

So she felt the belly of her hand move, and Shang Xue's face showed a smile, and her eyes gradually moistened.

The next moment, her stomach ached.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts like she's going to tear her apart, and it's like all the internal organs are about to sink.

Shang Xuesleeve couldn't help but scream softly, she trembled and leaned down with her hands, only to touch a piece of dampness.

She couldn't see anything in the dark room, and she didn't know what it was, if it was blood......

She got up, leaned against the wall and struggled to her feet, crying uncontrollably.

It felt so uncomfortable that it felt like the whole person was going to fall.

But she was really scared, she didn't know how to give birth to the child, she wanted to bite her lip, but finally she began to open her mouth, staggered out of the house, and raised her palm in the light of the snow outside, and saw that there was nothing on it, but there was obviously something hot between her legs that kept flowing outward.

She staggered through a courtyard, the door in front of her, she held her stomach in one hand, hunched over, and patted the door with the other.

"Someone, someone...... Someone's coming......"

It was so cold at night, and the door was also cold, she stuck to the door, and every time she slapped, it made her feel as if the skin in the palm of her hand was about to be frozen on it, and the cold of the door penetrated her not thick coat, making her heart and lungs feel like they were soaked in ice.

She cried and banged on the door, but it was still so quiet outside—deathly quiet.

Shang Xue's tears flowed down her face, the hot feeling turned cold after a while, the pain in her lower abdomen became more and more intense, she could barely hold it and was about to fall, her weak nails scratched a few shallow scratches on the door, and the palm of her hand was directly cut by the wooden thorns on the door, which was naturally painful.

But the pain in my hand is not as good as the pain of production now.

She gradually couldn't scream, she could only open her mouth, panting "haha", the cold air entered her throat, into her heart, and it was so dry and cold that it was disgusting.

The ground where Shang Xue's sleeves were already dripping wet, she turned around and stumbled towards the room again.

Her eyes were black, her feet were slippery, but every step weighed more than a thousand pounds, and every pain tore at her so that she couldn't move, and she just wanted to die there.

It was only a double courtyard, and the road was so long that she didn't even know how she had touched the house and lay down in the dark.

Shang Xue's sleeves were groggily lying on the kang, crying and laboriously undressing her dress, obviously it was nine cold days, she was actually sweating all over her head, not only on her face, but also on her body.

The moment the dress was untied, the cold instantly invaded her whole body, like all the limbs were frozen ballast, which made her tremble and wanted to curl up all her body, but she couldn't!

The worm does not grow old

Today's second update...... I'm sorry everyone...... (Crawling away with the lid on his head)