Shang Xuesleeve used the remaining water and wiped it carefully, making her shiver with cold every blow, but she didn't want to accompany her son like this. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

She changed her clothes, soaked the clothes that had been stained with a large mass of stains in the bucket, then pursed her lips and glanced back at the child on the kang, went out of the house, walked to the palace gate as usual, and came back with a food box.

There is a rare bowl of Lantern Festival in the food box.

It's just that after one night, it was already cold and hard, she picked one up and said: "Son, this is the Lantern Festival, for my mother told you, there are lanterns on the fifteenth day of the first month, which are played with in your hand, this Lantern Festival is what you eat on the fifteenth day of the first month, sweet and glutinous." ”

She took a gentle bite, but she couldn't bite, and she held it in her mouth as usual, until it was a little hotter and softer, and then chewed until she had eaten the whole bowl.

In the third year of the emperor's construction, after the Lantern Festival, there was a great snowfall, but this winter was originally colder than in previous years, so in addition to the officials who need to care about whether there will be freezing and starvation in Beijing because of this snow, whether it will affect spring ploughing, the people next to them are at most just nesting at home and continuing the cat winter.

Shang Xuesleeve only had a hairpin in her hand, and she had used this hairpin to stab her thigh fiercely, and the pain caused by this hairpin made her give birth to her son half-dead and half-alive.

But such a sharp hairpin could not dig a pit large enough for her son to sink into the snow-covered soil.

Even the ground, which was already extremely compact, was now frozen hard, could not dig a hole the size of a finger.

She couldn't find anything, and at last she scratched the little scratches made by the hairpin, and grabbed it with her hand in vain, but in a few strokes her hand pulled out the blood.

Shang Xue sleeves hugged the swaddling clothes and walked in the cold palace in confusion to see if there was still soft ground.

But in such weather, where is it not cold and hard?

She walked almost everywhere in the cold palace, and finally, in a very remote corner, she saw an inconspicuous well.

There were no wheels next to the well platform, and there were no buckets, it seemed to be abandoned, and the bare well platform was all covered with snow, almost blending with the ground next to it, Shang Xue sleeves took a few steps forward, and saw a round black hole exposed on it.

She plucked the golden hairpin from her hair and threw it down.

After a while, I heard a muffled "pop" inside, as if it had touched the ground, and it was definitely not the sound of an object falling into the water.

This is a dry well.

She then carried the child back to her room, and bit a corner of a sheet with her mouth, and then tore it with her hands, and the sheet was finally torn into strips of cloth by her.

She braided the strips of cloth together as if she were braiding, and then she took the child to the dry well.

She gently brushed the snow from the well to the side, revealing the ground, and put the swaddling clothes on the ground, and after thinking about it, she took off the bracelet from her hand and stuffed it in—the only thing she had, and put it in with the child.

She tied the swaddling cloth up and down with a strip of rope, tied two firm knots, and lifted it very smoothly.

Shang Xuesleeve sat on the well platform and slowly lifted the swaddling clothes to the center of the well.

Such a small child, the bag is so thick, it is not as big as the mouth of a well.

She originally thought that her heart was like ashes, but she still couldn't help but tremble, almost unable to hold the rope, and the long-lost tears flowed out again, and her mouth kept pouring salty tears, muttering: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

The little swaddling baby was slowly falling, but after a while, she was busy pulling it up and hugging it.

She thought, just take another look......

She wiped her tears and looked fixedly, there are so many children in the world, but she is the only one, and she has been with her for less than a day since she was born.

But what an incompetent mother she was, she couldn't grow up with him, he went away like this, but she couldn't even stand a grave, let alone incense, candles, paper money, only a dry well in front of him, which could give his little body a place to stay.

Shang Xuesleeve hung down the swaddling clothes again, I don't know how long it took, the cloth belt in her hand could no longer feel the weight, but she pinched the other end in her hand.

In that well, it was dark and cold, if she let go like this, this life would ......

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she never saw him again in her life.

She trembled and leaned over to look over, but she couldn't see anything, but the deep darkness seemed to beckon to her.

The snow was still falling, and it fell to the depths of the well, as if she could be like this, floating gently into it, and never worrying about it for the rest of her life.

A snowflake drifted into her collar, and the instant coolness made her feel excited.

She came to her senses, but when she looked at the cloth rope in her hand, there was only boundless pain in her heart.

She turned awkwardly, and if she leaned forward a little more on the platform, everything would be freed...... At one point, she almost leaned forward, but for a moment she leaned back, her hands gripping the edge of the well......

In the end, Shang Xuesleeve still climbed down the well platform weakly.

At some point, the strap in her hand had fallen loose into the well—and finally, she had lost something so important.

The child who had come out of her body, who had been hot, so small and so lovely, still echoed in her ears with every soft, soft cry, and in front of her eyes the face he was trying to agitate as he sucked......

The Ah Yu who once kissed her delicately and densely, once imprisoned her tightly with his arms, and imprisoned her here, his long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, his tall nose bridge, the thin lips that often smiled at her, and the sound of "Ah Sleeve", where did it dissipate?

Where did the little girl who ran around in the rainy night, who was extremely nostalgic and loving to the stage, and who felt that she should not stay in the backyard to enjoy "peace and wealth" at the expense of anything, even at her own expense?

Where did that self go?

Shang Xuesleeve raised his head, and in this corner of the sky surrounded by the square palace wall, heavy snow fell one after another.

On this night, several fast horses galloped at high speed from the official road from Beiyu to Shangjing in the south, and because of the snow, they did not dare to stay on the road, otherwise the people and horses would freeze, and several people on the horse suddenly "drove" a few times, urging the horses to move forward.

The worm does not grow old

Today's first update. Thanks to a small life monthly pass x2, thank you Qian Xiaochao for the peace charm. Well, dear friends, thank you for your support of Snow Sleeves, insects are not authors who abuse for the sake of abuse. As long as you live, there is something to look forward to in life.