"You must live, come back, and save." Again, this admonition seems to be in my ears and deep in my mind. I woke up screaming and waking up from my nightmare. Fire, corpses, pools of blood...... These poignant images reappeared in my dreams again, repeated countless times, and my soul was also sunk and confused, as if I had really broken away from this lowly shell and incarnated into a much-anticipated savior, but when I looked up, I was completely pulled back into reality: there was still a small half bowl of brown rice porridge that I hadn't finished last night on the table, the mottled walls still had the word "zheng" I wrote in charcoal, and the bed couldn't cover my whole body so that I woke up every morning with a cold quilt. It turned out that I still lived in the dilapidated attic of Meiling Xiaozhu, a shopkeeper who had to be greeted with a smile when I was called and drunk during the day, and had to work hard until late at night without complaining, and I was even an ordinary person who didn't even have a name.

When I curled up again and was about to go back to sleep, the boss's shrill and hoarse shout like a ghost came from downstairs: "Wangcai, you stinky boy, it's all three poles a day, why don't you get out of here!" I hurriedly got up and dressed.

When I was wearing shoes and socks, the broken door was kicked open by the angry boss "bang-", and I was busy before he raised the bamboo whip in his hand, the cat slipped out, but I still heard him scold behind his back: "Death and prosperity!" "Actually, I don't mind if he curses me to death, I just can't get used to hearing the name Wangcai, it feels like calling a dog, but I can't remember my original name, so the money-hungry boss gave me such a developed name.

As I went downstairs, I looked out the window at the weather: it was still snowy, and there was no room for sunlight.

"What's the day?" I couldn't help but mutter. I didn't expect such a small voice to be heard by the boss, he waved the bamboo whip and was about to rush down, I hurriedly shouted outside: "This master, you hurry up!" Please sit inside! As soon as he heard me shout, he restrained his anger, paced alone to the counter, and began to look at his books carefully.

It's really early and there aren't many customers in the store yet. The boss opened this Meiling small building is actually not a luxury restaurant, but occupies the terrain, because it is just located in the suburbs of the city, the center of the plum forest, and the foundation is higher, from the window you can see the snow scenery of the whole mountain, at this time, if you hold a stove in your hand, there is a pot of mellow and smooth red plum snow brew (the boss's own wine) boiling next to you, while drinking and appreciating, it is really infinitely useful. Of course, these are the pastimes of the rich and noble, and I absolutely dare not hope for them.

In addition to some gentlemen who are accustomed to enjoying themselves, the most sour literati who seem to me to be vassal and elegant, they always come together to chant poetry and do the opposite, praising the beauty and romance of the snow-dyed red plum, but not mentioning the suffering of the people. Sometimes a few people from the rivers and lakes will come, always looking nervous, coming and going in a hurry, especially after the heavy snow since the beginning of winter, there are more people in the rivers and lakes. It's strange to say, in my only three years of memory, this is the first time to encounter such a rare and continuous heavy snowfall, Zhongzhou has always had a mild climate, and Fancheng is located in the south, humid and warm, how can it continue to fall so much goose feather snow?

I occasionally heard those people talk about it, saying that it was because the Xuanhuang seal used to block the cold current in the northeast was stolen by someone on the mountain, which caused the temperature in Zhongzhou to plummet, and said that the disaster in Zhongzhou was coming. I don't know any of this, and I naturally don't know the seriousness of the situation. My ambition is actually very small, that is, when the boss dies, I will inherit this Meiling small building.

After greeting several guests, I went to the door alone with a broom to clear the snow, and swept out a pair of dirty and stiff human feet, and I exclaimed, and was frightened to take several steps back. After stabilizing my mind, I hurriedly pulled away all the snow, and sure enough, there was a frozen corpse lying underneath, and I was quite familiar with this person who died because he couldn't survive the cold, it was the beggar who came to the door to beg for food two days ago, at that time I wanted to beg the boss to take him in, but I didn't expect that just because I gave him a dry steamed bun instead of attracting a stinking scolding from the boss, I thought that this beggar had found a place to shelter from the wind and cold, but in the end he still died under the destruction of this frost and snow. I know that even if I tell my boss that a man has frozen to death in front of the door, he will only tell me to clean him up as soon as possible, so as not to discourage the lintel. So I didn't make a noise, but silently moved the body aside, and hastily buried him with the soil of the ice and snow that was alive, and then I thought, this beggar was not clothed before he died, should he still be naked and cold after death, so I dug up the mound of earth, took off the only old cotton jacket on his body to protect himself from the cold, and wrapped the beggar's thin body, and then covered the earth and buried him.

At this time, I saw a pair of feet, a pair of beautiful feet worn under leather boots with gold flowers on a red background, and a pair of women's feet.

I shuddered as I stood up and looked closely at the man in front of me, who had a noble aura on the soles of his bare feet. This woman in a red fluffy cloak is definitely a rare beauty, her skin is as white as this flying snow, and the two red lips are as bright and moving as red plums falling into the snow. I gradually became obsessed.

"Bold, dare to stare at my wife's face like this, you have itchy skin?" The little maid beside the woman in red shouted loudly to me.

I was so frightened that I hurriedly lowered my head, and I was at a loss to hold on to the broom.

The woman in red just approached me quietly, and asked in a delicate but cold voice, "Why did you give the only padded jacket you had to a dead man when you couldn't keep out the cold yourself?" ”

I bit my lower lip and looked at the little snow-covered grave bag with amazement, and said, "I was just thinking, it should be colder down there!" ”

The indifferent eyes of the woman in red finally revealed a soft light: "The world is sinister, the human feelings are cold, this world is an outcast, only cherish it." Rare! Rare! She then ordered: "Dai Zhen, take the silk jacket in the car and give it to this little second brother!" ”

I scratched my ears and cheeks and excused myself, "I have no reason to accept such a valuable thing from you!" The woman said, "I will give you sincerely, and you will take it!" Although she is graceful and elegant, there is a majesty and momentum that cannot be disobeyed between her words. Naturally, under the intimidation of this momentum, I trembled and took over this precious velvet jacket from the hands of the little maid.

"Come to think of it, I may not have done good deeds in a long time." The woman raised her head and looked at the snowy sky, a few snowflakes melted on her snow-white and tender cheeks, turned into water droplets, and slid down like tears.

And the little girl in green, who seemed to follow the rules, turned around and scolded me: "Damn stupid, you dare to refuse even what Madame Red gives, how many heads do you think you have?" "Angry and coquettish, angry and smiling. I had to look up at this perverse maid, and found that although she was far from being as dignified and beautiful as Madame Red, she was quite delicate and lovely.

She smiled at me again, and turned to follow Madame Red.

Madame Red ordered me to set up a table and chair for her at the corner of the staircase, and just as I was puzzled, I saw the maid named Dai Scar take out a bag of purple-black powder of unknown nature, sprinkle it with her hand, and cover it all on the wall, and I heard the sound of "stinging, stinging, stinging, ......" corroding the wall, and in a moment, there was an extra window on the wall. The cold wind and sleet poured in, and the other guest officers all shivered for a while, and the boss blew his beard and glared and climbed upstairs, saying, "This girl, you can open a window on someone else's wall casually, ......" A silver ingot blocked his words, and the boss changed to a pleasant smile like a trick, "This should be no problem, right?" "No problem at all." The boss hunched down and took the silver ingot from Daichen's hand. "Also, I want you to turn this hole into a window completely, right?!" Madame Hong's eyes were full of disdain, "That's no problem, it's just ......" The boss kept twisting his index finger with his thumb, and the meaning of asking for money was already obvious, "Hmph, greedy guy." Dai Zhen gave him another ingot of gold, and the boss took it with a smile and put it in his mouth and bit it again, and then flattered: "I will definitely install a big and beautiful window for you." It just so happened that when I came up with the food, the boss told me viciously when he came downstairs: "Serve me well." I nodded, but I saw a wicked smile in the eyes of the little girl in green, and I thought that this ingot of gold was not very easy to take.

"Madam, it's better to see the snow here than upstairs." I was kind enough to persuade you. Madame Red shook her head: "I'm not here to see the snow!" Naturally, I didn't want to talk more, but I was about to go downstairs after quietly setting up the wine and food, but Madame Red suddenly asked me: "You say, how many days will this snowy weather last?" "It depends on God's mood, a mortal like a small person can't guess, he just knows that everything must be obeyed." I casually said what I was accustomed to compromise, but the woman became very depressed for a moment: "Shun Tian obedient? It's like she's asking me, and it's like she's asking herself.

"This little lady, isn't it boring to drink and enjoy the snow alone, how about letting this son accompany you?" A young man with a crooked nose and squinted eyes but a gorgeously dressed man stepped forward to strike up a conversation. I knew this person, he was the eldest son of Feng Taishou in Fancheng, and he was also a frequent visitor to Meiling Xiaozhu, who had no ink but liked to be vassally elegant, and his description was crude but inlaid with gold and jade, and he always made a lot of jokes in a group of coarse and ink-coarse gentlemen. And at this moment, this stupid boy came to provoke the mysterious Red Lady, which was really stupid to the extreme.