In the south of the Yangtze River in early April, light rain followed Daiwa, and the setting sun hung on the thin strip of a river.

A man wearing a straw hat and a beard walked up to my house and said, "Little girl, can you give me a bowl of water to drink?" He leaned down and asked me.

"I'll come into the house and pour it for you." I ran over the doorrail and into the house.

When I poured the water out, I saw the man looking at me too.

"Give." I handed him the bowl.

Seeing that there was no one around, he lifted the bowl and threw it hard, dragged me over, picked up the bowl and put it on my neck, "Come with me, don't talk." He whispered.

I could only follow him carefully, and when he saw that I was obedient, he hid the bowl in his cuff and put it against my waist.

Seeing that he was about to leave the entrance of the village, he met a passing gentleman with a fortune-telling signboard on his back at the entrance of the village.

As if grasping at the last straw, I tried to cast a hopeful gaze at him, and moved my mouth to him, "Save me".

The gentleman was astutely aware of this and walked towards us.

"Eh-sir, I just calculated a hexagram for you, you are afraid that you will have a bloody disaster!" The fortune teller said to the man who held me hostage.

"Oh? What blood can there be? The man asked disdainfully.

The fortune teller suddenly drew a gun from his waist and put it in the center of the man's head.

"The kind that doesn't die." Forcefully and firmly put down this sentence.

"Spare your life, spare your life—" The man let go of his grip on me.

"Get out!"

"Yes, yes." He also ran away unsteadily.

When he ran away, he saw that the fortune teller took out his gun and aimed it at the man.

"Don't—" I stopped him before he could shoot.

He glanced down at me.

"If I don't kill him, will I kill you?" He looked down at me contemptuously.

In the end, it was one shot, and the man fell.

"If you dare to speak out about me, you will end up like him." He said indifferently.

"Who are you?" I'm stupid, not to save my life first, but to satisfy my curiosity first.

If you look at him closely, he is actually quite young. Although the skin is not fair, it also has the unique temperament of a scholar.

"What's your name?" He asked me rhetorically.

"My name is Xiao Miao."

"It's getting late, let's go home." With that, he got up to leave.

"Wait, I'll give you a life talisman, don't encounter this kind of thing again." He threw me a woodcut rune.

"Does this really work?" I asked.

"Fake!" After he finished speaking, he took a step and left, and I looked at his back and hurriedly ran home.

Take a closer look at this wooden talisman, there is actually a picture of a small playful combing of hair.

Comb, metaphor for everything comfortable.

What about the play? Does he like to listen to plays?

This gadget isn't a life-saving charm at all!

A few days later, an opera troupe came to the small town of Suzhou, and I begged the owner to accept me as an apprentice, and then I went to Shanghai with the troupe.

The country is in turmoil. The actor can only find himself on the stage and in his own singing.

Gunshots rang out, I don't know when I lost my life, I want to join the army, contribute to the defense of the country, and this life is not in vain, but my qualifications are too mediocre, and I really have no contribution.

At the end of the day, my brother happily told me that he had saved enough money to open a noodle restaurant, and asked me if I would like to join him.

But I haven't thought about it yet.

My superiors found me and told me to assassinate someone.

I rejected my brother. Although I have no grievances with the man I am about to assassinate, I only know that he is a traitor to the military command.

"You are not the first person to be sent to assassinate him, it's just that the first few female spies have seen through him, and now you can't find anyone at the moment, you have to take care of yourself." The comrades at my superiors looked at me, and perhaps they also thought that I was unlikely, but now I had to try.

The man's name was Mr. May.

After singing to Mr. Mei and changing into a cheongsam, I was invited to meet Mr. Mei.

When Mr. May saw me, he asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Yuan Xue."

"Oh, is that your original name?"

"Yes, sir." I replied. Although this is a new identity for the mission, I can answer without changing my face.

"Do you like to watch movies?" He put his arm around my waist.

I bit my lip.

I was with him that day, and he treated me very gently.

But I can't be moved by him. for there is a man in me.

Even though I haven't seen him for ten years, I've long forgotten what he looks like.

But Mr. May seemed to be moved by me. Maybe it's my delusion, their kind of big man can make thousands of women mistake it for love.

I have also seen his insignificance, standing on the podium in a suit and being reproached by all the peoples. He watched as the bodyguards stopped the angry crowd, as if everything had nothing to do with him, and it was not him who was standing on the stage.

At night, he whispered in my ear that he was humble.

Just say this one word.

I don't know how to define humility, he obviously has a noble status, but he bears infamy, what kind of person can not be humble.

A year later, I still, did it.

He fell in a pool of blood, reaching for the wooden talisman around my neck,

"You're a seedling, aren't you?" He asked me in a weak tone.

I was surprised, but not sad.

I didn't answer, I was ruthless and unrighteous to him.

Why is he a traitor in people's mouths? I love him, I love him who he was more than ten years ago.

But he just made me lose the opportunity to spend my life with him ordinarily.

He recognized me from the first time he saw me a year ago and saw the life amulet around my neck. I, on the other hand, have long forgotten what he looks like.

The life-saving talisman worked, and his life was used to pay for my life.

He may have never loved me from beginning to end, but he gave me this tenderness alone, even if it came at the cost of my life. There is no wind and snow, just a sincere heart. In this life, he gave a little girl a tenderness.

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed.

Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling.