"My father never scolded me, but the way he rebuked people was much more terrible than scolding. I remember that whenever I did something wrong, my father would always pass me by lightly and tell me that it would be good to change it next time. The nurses all said that I was blessed to have such a gentle and polite father, and I was reluctant to beat and scold my children. But then I realized that he didn't blame me, he just didn't bother to deal with me. I remember one day, when I broke his favorite teacup, he still gently reprimanded me. But the nurses were afraid of being affected by me, so they asked me to go to his study to give him tea and ask for sin. I walked to the study with a cup of tea, only to find my father lying on the table and putting together the colorful tea dish. There was a grim smile on his face, as if it was not the tea vessel that had been broken, but the expectations he had placed on me. ”

"'It's still not working, it's not like my son.'" I don't know how I got out, but I remember when the nurse came to call me to dine with my father, and I pushed her out of the house and locked the door tightly. Zhao Zaimai smiled bitterly, holding his forehead with one hand, "I don't know why I want to tell you this, but it's really sad to be denied by the person I value the most." ”

When the story was finished, Sang Zheng was scalded by a mouthful of fish that he swallowed, and after picking up the water bladder and pouring a few mouthfuls of water while fanning the wind, it glared at Mu Cripple viciously, so that he shrank straight behind Zhao Zimai.

Zhao Zimai lowered his head and smiled, and said secretly in his heart: It is said that the joys and sorrows of the world cannot be connected, this sentence seems to be true, not to mention that it is not even a person, how can it empathize with its own affairs?

Sang wiped his oily mouth, rolled his eyes and thought for a long time, then put the fish in his hand aside, turned his head towards Zhao Zimai, and said in a low voice, "Even if you are not favored by your father and cannot get the help of the family, it is not like this, is it not because the eight characters are weak, but for other reasons?" ”

Speaking of this, it rolled its eyes and suddenly asked a faint question, "How did your sister die?" ”

This sentence floated softly into Zhao Zimai's ears, and then, like a heavy punch, hit him hard in the heart. Across the river of time, he saw the back again, she had grown into a girl, with a slender waist, showing a little bit of a slender taste, unlike him, who was still a rough and stupid child at first glance. Her head was still held high as usual, and her neck and back were straight like a proud poplar.

He hated her arrogant appearance, so he reached out and pushed her the back.

She fell into the well and sank before she could even struggle.

When he felt a snowflake fall on his face, he suddenly reacted, leaned down and looked into the well: through the clear well water, he saw a pair of eyes, it was her, and it seemed that it was not her. For those eyes had no pupils, only two pitch-black eyeballs, black as obsidian, but dull as no lustre.

"Why don't you answer?"

Sang's voice sounded in Zhao Zimai's ears, and he woke up, but he didn't dare to look at its eyes anymore, and only whispered, "She is missing, her life and death are unknown, but after so many years, everyone thinks she is gone." ”

Seeing his appearance, Sang didn't ask any more questions, only picked up a withered yellow grass root beside him, pinched it between his fingers and played with it repeatedly. However, the expression on its face was very interesting, with a strange smile on its lips, and its eyes twinkling against the starlight, Zhao Zimai almost doubted that it had spied on the secret hidden deep in his heart.

Just as he pondered its expression, Baotian asked Mu Cripple, "Our son has said so much to save you, shouldn't you always reveal something about you to us?" ”

Mu lame stroked his beard, glanced at Baotian, and said with a quack, "What do you want to know?" ”

Baotian leaned forward with a hippie smile, "Senior, is Miss Mu really your own granddaughter?" She doesn't look like you. ”

Hearing this, Mu Cripple's face turned red and white for a while, and he couldn't speak anymore, "What...... Why doesn't it look like it, oh, she's better than me, it's ...... Isn't it my granddaughter? ”

Sang smiled next to him, "Don't pretend, it's boring." ”

Mu Cripple didn't dare to refute it, so he said, "I brought her up since I was a child, even if she is not a kiss, it is closer than a kiss, there is ...... What is there to say......"

Baotian showed a puzzled look on his face, thought for a while, and then said, "You shouldn't be a human tooth, right?" ”

"Bah, bah," Mu lame was so anxious that he patted him on the top of the head, "I don't do that immoral thing, to tell you the truth, if it wasn't for my kindness, this girl would have frozen to death on that snowy night." Dressed so thinly, I can't ask anything, and I don't even know my father's name. ”

"Snowy night?" When Zhao Zimai heard these two words, he was a little stunned for a while.

"But isn't it, that day, the snow in the capital was heavy, and the trees were full of shiny snow strips, like silver."

"What year was that?" Zhao Zimai asked.

"Ten years ago, on the fifth day of the lunar month, I remember clearly, this girl was taken in by me and didn't say a word all day, I thought she was a mute at first. But two days later, when it was Laba Festival, she looked at the bubbling Laba porridge in the pot, and suddenly pulled the corner of my clothes and asked me for porridge to eat. ”

Hearing him say this, Baotian couldn't hold back his laughter, and even Sang threw aside the grass roots in his hand and snorted coldly, "I didn't expect me to attach myself to a starving ghost." ”

Only Zhao Zimai didn't react, his face was cold, and his facial features seemed to be frozen, like a wasteland frozen for hundreds of years.

On the day he killed his sister with his own hands, Mu Xiaowu got lost and was taken in by Mu Cripple. How did the accident between him and her happen on that day?

"Didn't Xiao Wu mention his life experience to you again?" After a long time, Zhao Zimai spat out such a sentence from two already stiff lips.

Mu Cripple didn't notice his expression, only after taking a bite of the tender fish, he took another sip from the wine jug, and then said, "No, I haven't said anything, I don't know if I ask three questions, I seem to have forgotten everything before." That's fine, I'm afraid that she is a princess, and she is not used to living with a poor old man like me. She couldn't remember anything, what she dressed, what she ate, and it saved me a lot of trouble. You see, now, whoever sees her doesn't say that she is the granddaughter of my lame man. ”