Zhong Miao lowered her head to hang the bait and lowered the fishing rod into the water: "Forty-seven years have passed, but you still look exactly like the person I met when I was eight years old. ”

"It's a strange thing to be young." She looked at the water and smiled, but the smile floated on her face like a mask.

The fat fish gurgled and spat under the water.

The girl's face was reflected in the water, and it was cut into hideous pieces by the fish's tail.

She is fifty-five years old, and she still looks like a seventeen-year-old.

Jet-black hair, tight skin, fair and ruddy complexion, everything is the same as before.

For her, yesterday is today, and today is tomorrow.

Her time is stagnant.

Just like his.

The smile on her face gradually faded, Zhong Miao raised her head and looked at Xie Xuan: "By the way, I have engraved two new idle medals, do you want to give you one?" ”

Xie Xuan's hand was on his eyes.

The sun was so bright that he couldn't breathe.

Hearing Zhong Miao's words, he suddenly remembered her when he was a child.

Forty-seven years ago, Ah Miao was still an eight-year-old child, born thin and small, and looked as if he was only four or five years old. That kind of thinness, you can tell at a glance that you are hungry.

The sallow face, the dry hair, all screaming for help.

She was hungry, starved to death.

But in the house, the smell of meat is obvious.

When Xie Xuan walked in, he saw the crooked wooden table at a glance. The table was full of food and drink.

In winter, when the weather is cold, as soon as the hot dishes are served, billowing white smoke rises up.

In the middle of the big pot is the stewed mutton. If you look closely, the mutton is fat and tender, and it is cut into large pieces, and it is boiled with only a cup of clear sauce and some shallots and peppercorns.

But on the nose, the mutton is fragrant, and the soup seems to be very delicious.

Xie Xuan stood behind the table, sniffed, and smelled the aroma of wine from it, which was very similar to the pot of wine on the table, but it was different.

This mutton was originally boiled in wine.

No wonder it smelled so fragrant that even he couldn't help but want to eat it.

The little ones huddled in the corner, of course, couldn't help it.

She wants to eat meat, she wants to eat it.

But the meat on the table was not for her. Mother, father, brother, everyone can eat, but she can't. The mother said that because she was born ugly and stupid, she did not deserve to eat meat at all.

My brother also said that the family was poor and had no money.

When I bought meat, of course, I had to eat it with my parents and him first.

It doesn't matter to her, not to mention meat, even rice should be eaten less.

So she only has one bowl of gruel a day.

Brown rice is boiled into a large pot with water, but when you drink it, even the soup and water are quite full. It's just that it's fast to be full and hungry to be fast.

She was always doing the laundry and her stomach was growling with hunger.

Once, she was so hungry that she couldn't clean her clothes.

The mother came over and raised her hand to slap the face: "For you to eat and drink, even a piece of clothing is not good!" ”

She threw herself into a basin of water, and her hair and clothes were immediately wet.

Seeing this, the mother grabbed her by the arm, dragged her to the side, and scolded her loudly for half an hour before walking away.

At that time, she thought to herself that when she grew up, she would not ask her children to do laundry.

It was so cold that her hands were frozen.

The fingers were red, swollen like turnips.

She opened her mouth and gently bit her finger. It's itchy and painful, and it's very uncomfortable. If these ten fingers are really turnips, it would be good. Ten turnips to eat, and she won't be hungry.

But the meat on the table is still so fragrant.

Chapped and bleeding lips, pursed vigorously.

Little Ah Miao sat on the ground, hugged her knees, and looked at the dishes on the table.

The brother, who was born black and fat, ate the meat in a big gulp, and the soup fell to the brim.

The mother kept serving him vegetables, and said with a smile that her son was not only born handsome, but even looked like a big man when he ate.

Ah Miao thought that if she was allowed to eat, she would definitely look more like a big man.

Not only can she eat a lot of meat, but she can also eat a bowl together.

There is a fire burning in the stomach.

Ah Miao covered her stomach and looked at the man in black standing by the window out of the corner of her eye.

That window is long gone.

Although the closure is closed, the wind and snow always come in from outside.

He stood there, wasn't it cold?

Father and mother also wondered why they had come to eat by themselves.

However, how could there be such guests in their house?

Although Ah Miao has never seen a rich person, she thinks that your son should be like this. A good-looking face, white hands, and clothes that are worth a lot at first glance.

What's more, he seems to still have a book in his hand.

Ah Miao stared at the black book and looked at it carefully.

Suddenly, a gaze fell on her face.

She hurriedly buried her head in the crook of her arm.

The room was filled with the sound of chewing.

The three people at the table ate their mouths full of oil.

Xie Xuan, who was by the window, frowned.

The little girl in the corner, seems to have seen him? He lowered his eyes to the book of life and death in his hand, and her name was written on it—Zhong Miao.

Blood-colored cinnabar marks, straight across those two words.

She's going to die.

In less than half an hour, all the living in this room will become dead.

Xie Xuan indifferently took the book of life and death into his arms.

This kind of work has always been done by the machine spirit, but he stays in the Soul Division all day long, and the more he stays, the more boring it becomes, and he is really idle and panicked, so he drove Ah Chui to sweep the floor and came out in person.

Unexpectedly, after coming out, it was even more boring.

Xie Xuan leaned against the window and yawned.

The little fat man at the table suddenly coughed.