Chapter 1: The Tiger in My Heart

The night is as cold as water, and only a ray of cold moon is fixed in front of the bed through the broken window lattice.

"Afu, Afu...... Mother's little Ave ......"

Under the broken quilt, the woman's face was as pale as paper, and her thin hands stretched forward hard, and there was a lot of reluctance in those eyes that were still clear.

The little girl who had been kneeling on the edge of the bed sighed, and finally reached out to hold her, her voice as soft as a flying feather.

"Mother, don't worry, Afu will live well."

"Afu ......"

The woman's eyes shone with surprise, and her thin and shapeless face suddenly glowed with a little bit of the peerless elegance of the past.

Time stood still at this moment, the slender palms drooped down, the once beautiful eyes slowly closed, and a tear slowly slipped down the face.

Sov stretched out her fingers, gently wiped away the tears for her, and put them in her mouth and sucked them, the last of her remaining mildness and bitterness on her fingers.

In the miserable white moonlight, the thin girl of six or seven years old showed a composure and melancholy that was not commensurate with her age.

"Stupid woman, what are you doing after struggling for so long, can't you go to see your Ruyu Langjun earlier?"

Su Fu knelt quietly on the edge of the bed, holding the woman's hand like this, feeling the temperature in her hand become cold little by little, until it reached the tip of her heart.

I don't know how long later, a rooster crows in the distance, as if Su Fu, who had become a sculpture, suddenly woke up.

Holding himself up slowly on the edge of the bed, he rubbed his numb knees and expertly dragged a half-bulging fishskin pouch from under the bed.

I opened the door and cautiously looked left and right, the half moon had already sunk in the west, and it was pitch black all around, except for the dense dilapidated houses, there was no one in sight.

Sov turned back and closed the door, and disappeared into the darkness without a sound.

Half an hour later, Suf's thin figure reappeared in front of the door, vigilantly observed the surroundings, and slipped in.

In the darkness, Sov seemed to come and go freely, walked to the bed, looked at the already stiff woman, and carefully tucked the corners of the quilt for her.

I don't know where the child went, he was soaked all over his body, his little face was purple from the cold, he fumbled to change into dry patched clothes, and wrung his hair with his own hands.

At this time, the white of the fish belly was already showing out of the window, and human voices began to come faintly.

Sov yawned, climbed into bed sleepily, snuggled up to the woman's already cold body, and fell asleep like a kitten.

…………

"Alas, what a poor child, I'm afraid I don't know that her mother is gone."

When she opened her eyes again, she was in a warm embrace, a middle-aged woman with a vicissitudes of life, looking at her with pity in her eyes.

Su Fu smiled at her, her voice as soft as a newborn kitten, "Aunt Yang, Afu is hungry ......"

Aunt Yang hurriedly agreed to put her down and went to eat for her.

Su Fu turned around, and the woman on the bed was already dressed, although she didn't have any decent clothes, but she was also neatly packed, and her hands were folded on her chest, as if she was asleep.

After a while, Aunt Yang hurried back again, holding a stoneware bowl in her hand, the food was very simple, two cold and hard flour cakes mixed with bran, a bowl of fishy salted fish soup, a few small salted fish, and a few seaweeds.

"Thank you, Aunt Yang."

The little girl smiled innocently, lowered her head and ate sweetly, and did not dislike the food at all, because she knew that this was the only food that Aunt Yang could take out.

This is the most prestigious place of exile in Daliang, Baishi Island in Linhai County, a forgotten place at the ends of the world.

For a hundred years, you have only entered and exited, no matter whether you have been a high-ranking official or a talented and beautiful woman...... As long as you come here, it is the Yellow Springs Hell.

After endless labor and whipping, the woman even had to endure unbearable humiliation, but she could only exchange for a few mouthfuls of dog food that was only enough to hang her life.

Su Fu knew that if it weren't for her, I'm afraid A-Niang would have committed suicide a long time ago, how could she, who was once beautiful and arrogant, be able to endure the insults of those dirty men?

In those days, I am afraid that it will be 10,000 times more difficult for her than death.

It's a pity that what she doesn't know is that the daughter she used her dignity and life to defend is already dead.

Now, she is finally relieved, maybe under Jiuquan, she can reunite with her Tanhua Langjun and her lovely daughter.

And she will continue to be her lonely ghost.

"Afu, you aunt her...... It's gone, in the future, you can follow Aunt Yang. ”

Aunt Yang is their neighbor, not an exiled sinner, but a family member of the guarded soldiers, in fact, not much better than them.

The same can never leave White Rock Island, but can barely wrap up.

After coming here, thanks to her kindness, she took more care of their orphans and widows, and she is still careful to use her words, for fear of hurting her.

Su Fu drank the last sip of soup contentedly, and looked at Aunt Yang with an innocent smile.

"I know, A-Niang is tired, go find Daddy, I will be obedient in the future."

Aunt Yang's eyes were hot, she turned her head and quietly wiped her tears, but her hands held her tightly in her arms.

"Aunt Yang, I know a secret, I'll just tell you."

The little girl pretended to mysteriously approach Aunt Yang's ear, "That day, I saw Lord Wang drive Brother Xiaohai and a few of them onto the boat and let an old man with a scar take them away. ”

Aunt Yang changed color and squeezed her hand tremblingly, "What? ”

"Really, that old man with a scar gave Lord Wang a lot of money, and he hid it in the snake cave under the cliff behind."

Sove's eyes widened, and there was innocence in them.

"Xiaohai...... My little sea ......"

Xiaohai is Aunt Yang's only son, and he went to play in the water with several other guarded children two months ago, but never returned.

Originally, they only thought that they had suffered a storm and went to accompany the Dragon King, but they didn't expect it......

Aunt Yang's eyes were red, there was sadness, surprise, and more anger, and finally she seemed to have made a decision.

"Good boy, Aunt Yang has something to do, you stay here and don't move, if someone comes, you hide under the bed and wait for me to come back."

"Well, Afu is waiting for you."

The little girl nodded obediently, Aunt Yang sighed, turned her head and walked out resolutely, her steps were so eager.

Su Fu smiled, went back to the bed and lay down, putting her little hand on A-Niang's hand, but she felt a little steady in the cold.

She has to sleep well, accumulate her strength, and wait a little longer, at most in the evening, Baishi Island will be in chaos.

At dusk, smoke and dust rose from the mountain behind Baishi Island, like a signal, and the whole island was instantly chaotic, with shouts and screams of killing and screaming one after another.

Su Fu suddenly opened her eyes, reached out and touched A-Niang's quiet face, resolutely jumped out of bed, skillfully lit the flint, and lit the sheets.

One last glance at A-Niang through the flickering flames, and then strode out the door without looking back.

The village was full of commotion, and the sinners who had been suppressed to the point of insensitivity were already like crazy at this time, smashing and slashing to their heart's content, venting their evil thoughts in their hearts.

She knew a long time ago that there was a tiger living in everyone's heart, and if she gave it a chance, she would turn into a devil.

With a taunt on her lips, Sov scurryed down the cliff outside the village, laboriously pulling out a sampan from under the reef, with a pouch of blown fishskin tied to the back.

Taking a deep breath, Sov paddled her sampan and carefully drifted along the shoreline.

The waves were raging, and the small sampan, tossed and untiled in the wind and waves, seemed to be about to capsize at any moment.

In the distance, a fire rose into the sky, illuminating half of the sky......