Ling Xiu'er was like this, she couldn't eat dinner, and the old woman hugged her and hugged her tightly, as if she wanted to give her a little warmth. Ling Xiu'er's whole body trembled so badly that she couldn't seem to see anything, and she couldn't hear anything. The whole world seems to be colorless and silent.

The old woman helped her back into her room to rest. Seeing that Ling Xiu'er had no soul, the old woman was a little distressed. This girl can have the perseverance to come here, and she must be deeply rooted in love for her husband, and the woman takes her husband as the sky, and the sky has fallen, and she doesn't know how she should live.

"Miss Xiu'er, you can rest first."

There is no real empathy in the world, and the old woman knows that it is useless to comfort Ling Xiu'er at this time, so she can only let herself calm down first.

The old woman walked out softly and closed the door. Zhang Feng stood outside the house and paced left and right, also very worried.

"Mother, how is Miss Xiu'er?"

"It doesn't look good, this girl may still have a glimmer of hope, and she will definitely not be able to stand it for a while when she gets such an answer. But since she was able to come all the way here alone, she was a tough heart. The old woman thought about Ling Xiu'er's dinner and didn't use it well, and she suddenly received a blow, so she had to eat something good, "Son, you go and kill a chicken to make up for Miss Xiu'er." ”

"Hey, okay, I'll go." Zhang Feng went to kill the chicken without saying a word.

Ling Xiu'er sat on the bed with her knees crossed, her head buried in her knees. As soon as the crystal tears slipped down the sockets, they were hidden in the fabric. Cao Yu is the spiritual pillar of Ling Xiuer, the source of all Ling Xiuer's happiness, and the destination of Ling Xiuer.

Ling Xiu'er had never felt love before Cao Yu, she had never been loved in the palm of her hand, as if she was a unique treasure between heaven and earth. Now that Cao Yu is gone, his dream has woken up, and he is still the most common among all living beings.

Is it a dream?

Are every bit of myself and Cao Yu a dream?

Ling Xiu'er began to escape from reality, reducing everything that happened in the real world to falsehood. But the pain in the atrium that could not be ignored reminded Ling Xiu'er that this was the truth, Xianggong really left him, he was alone, the world was big, and he had no place to be.

Tears gradually soaked the fabric.

Even though Ling Xiu'er felt that she had lost everything at this time, she did not let herself sink. No matter what, she has to take her husband home! She can't let her husband float in the icy lake water and let the fish and shrimp peck at her.

"Knock knock~" There was a knock on the door.

Ling Xiu'er raised her head blankly with an expressionless face, and the old woman walked in with a bowl of chicken soup.

The chicken soup was placed on the table, and the old woman walked up to Ling Xiu'er and held her hand. This is a pair of hands that have worked hard all their lives, and the rough touch is not like Cao Yu's hands at all, but Ling Xiu'er looked at these hands, and her mind recalled that Cao Yu always liked to interlock her fingers with her in the past.

"Miss Xiu'er?" The old woman looked at Ling Xiu'er and called softly.

Ling Xiu'er's body trembled, and she blinked her eyes and looked at the old woman: "I'm sorry, I've lost my temper and caused trouble to you." ”

The old woman shook her head: "Miss Xiu'er, don't be polite, I'll make you chicken soup, drink it while it's hot." ”

Ling Xiu'er looked at the steaming bowl of chicken soup on the table, the white heat seemed to iron her eyes, and made her cry again. She knew that the chicken was specially stewed by the old lady, and she gave a total of three chickens, and the old woman was willing to stew it for herself.

The old woman didn't say anything, just quietly accompanied Ling Xiu'er to finish the bowl of chicken soup. When the old woman packed up the bowl and was about to leave, Ling Xiu'er spoke: "Auntie, can I borrow some embroidery cloth and embroidery thread from you?" I want to embroider something and wrap it on a plate, and I'll make it up for you when I get the silver. ”

"That bit of cloth and thread is worth no money, so I'll get it for you." The old woman knew that it would be useless to persuade Ling Xiu'er to rest early at this time, so it was better to let her embroider and divert her attention.

Ling Xiu'er is to earn some money for herself, and she doesn't know if the things she embroidered before were taken or lost by Wang Chun; Second, in order to repay Zhang Feng's family, she is going to embroider a few more chickens and find an excuse to give them tomorrow. The grace of dripping water, the spring reciprocates, but unfortunately, this is the only thing I can do now.

Ling Xiu'er did needlework all night, and early the next morning, she took advantage of the fact that Zhang Feng's family had not woken up yet, and specially avoided them. And only after he had brought the embroidered chicken to life with his own blood did he go back.

When she returned to Zhang Feng's house, Zhang Feng was chopping wood in the yard, and the old woman was busy with the family's breakfast in the kitchen. Zhang Feng saw Ling Xiu'er coming back from outside, still carrying two chickens in her hands, with a surprised expression on her face.

"I woke up early in the morning and couldn't sleep, so I wanted to go out for a walk. Brother Zhang, look at it, is this a pheasant or something? Ling Xiu'er raised her hand, "I picked it up, and I don't know where these two chickens came from, so I brought them back." ”

Zhang Feng originally didn't believe that there was such a good thing, but when Ling Xiu'er was rescued by him, she was really empty-handed, and this chicken would not have been bought, so she had to sigh: "Miss Xiu'er is really lucky!" Wait until I kill a chicken to replenish your body. ”

Saying that Zhang Feng was about to take the chicken to the kitchen, Ling Xiu'er hurriedly stopped him: "Brother Zhang, no need." I'm fine, you killed the chicken and stewed soup for me last night, I really don't need it. What's more, I decided to set off right away and continue south. ”

"Why are you in such a hurry? It's never too late to leave after eating. When the old woman came out with the bread, she happened to hear Ling Xiu'er say that she was leaving.

"No, auntie, I've been delayed for a few days, no matter what the husband is, I have to go back to the north and south of the lake."

Seeing that Ling Xiu'er had made up her mind, Zhang Feng and the others couldn't persuade her again, but the old woman went back to the kitchen and packed a big bag of dry food for Ling Xiu'er to eat on the way, but Ling Xiu'er couldn't refuse, so she had to take it.

This time, Ling Xiu'er learned from the experience, and she dressed herself in a dusty face, no different from other refugees. Mixed in with the other refugees, they came to a county town closer to the north and south of the lake.

Xu is because of the previous blow, Ling Xiu'er's body is still a little weak. She had been walking very slowly these days, and had eaten up all the dry food that the old woman had brought her. All those embroideries were also replaced by her, and now Ling Xiu'er is really penniless, like a beggar.

Fortunately, this county will also give porridge to refugees, and Ling Xiu'er lined up with the group of refugees. But Ling Xiu'er had no experience, there were people in front of her who kept cutting in line, and she didn't care, and when it was finally her turn, there was not a single meter left in the soup kitchen, and even the rice soup was scavenged.

"Is there no porridge left? It's okay if you don't have porridge and rice soup. Ling Xiu'er, who had an empty stomach, couldn't help but feel a trace of despair, and she asked the man who was giving porridge.

"It's gone, it's gone, let's come back tomorrow." The man was very impatient, and he didn't raise his head, and he cleaned up the pots and pans of the soup kitchen.

The current Ling Xiu'er is really called every day.

Suddenly, a steamed bun was handed to Ling Xiu'er, she looked at the hand of the comer, and before she could see the comer's face, she fainted with hunger.

The last impression before the fainting was: that hand is really beautiful.