Mu Yong saw that he had made up his mind, and he didn't stay any longer. The man sighed and patted Murong Yuhua's shoulder, "Okay, brother." But you might as well take some rations and go. ”

When Sister-in-law Yong heard this, she hurriedly went back to the kitchen to clean up, and came out with the package after a while. Gu San didn't refuse, and after taking it, he whispered thanks, and Murong Yuhua stepped out of the door with her on his back.

He walked to the courtyard, turned back to the family of three and said, "Don't send us, go back." Remember! When someone comes to ask, just say, I'm just the two of you, don't have an accident with your family. If I really want to involve you, I'll say that I threatened you with a gun, you know? ”

Mu Yong glared, "Can I say that!" ”

Murong Yuhua smiled: "Yes!" It must be possible, Brother Yong. When we have the opportunity this winter, let's drink in the mountains. Now I have to pick my life again, so don't send it. ”

He carried the woman on his back, lifted his feet, and strode out of the courtyard, as if he was in a good mood, humming a song to the sun, and after a while he disappeared.

Brother Yong hugged his wife and daughter, and watched the two of them leave worriedly. Xiao Sui'er suddenly raised her head, holding a glittering thing in her hand, "Auntie, that aunt stuffed this in my pocket." ”

Sister-in-law Yong looked down at "this ......"

Xiao Sui'er handed the silver dollar to her mother. Yong's sister-in-law took it in surprise and handed it to her husband. It was a silver dollar, and it was a lot of money in the countryside. Mu Yong looked at the silver dollar, and his face turned gray, "It seems that Brother Murong really doesn't plan to come back." ”

"They're too polite. It's just a gesture. ”

"Hey...... You can take it first. When I go back to the mountains in the winter, I'll give him back the money. Mu Yong said, raising his eyes again to look in the direction where Murong Yuhua and the others were gone, and said to himself, "I only hope that this winter, I can see them." ”

That's what happened before they left Mujia Village. Murong Yuhua would always regret it every time he thought about it after this—what if they hadn't left then?

If they had left, or how many guns had been left, would things have turned out differently? Or if they didn't choose the road to Mujia Village from the beginning, would everything be different?

It's a story, a story that has a beginning and an end. Just like the previous story, in every story, there are always good people and bad people.

That afternoon, the clouds came from the other side of the mountain one after another, and the wind suddenly rose, and the wind swept a burst of dirt in the mountains and fields, and inexplicably carried the smell of blood. The rain was pouring down, and the villagers, who had been busy in the fields, rushed to their homes. The land was slowly gone, empty, but the mountains gradually showed a black crowd.

Xiao Sui'er sat in the attic of her house, wearing the small flower left by Uncle Murong on her head, dangling a pair of bare feet, following his example and looking at the mountain with her head empty. She looked at the darkness that was pouring towards the village, and shouted to her father and mother who were busy stacking firewood next to the door because of the rain in the courtyard, "Daddy, Auntie, there are people in the mountain." ”

Sister-in-law Yong stopped what she was doing, and then looked up. There seemed to be a black tide surging in the mountains and forests, she and her husband exchanged glances, then turned around and hurriedly went upstairs, picked Xiao Sui'er down from the small window of the attic, and closed the window. There were piles of miscellaneous items in the attic, and a few broken baskets were scattered in the corner, Yong's sister-in-law pulled Xiao Sui'er to hide under the basket, squatted down and whispered, "You stay here, as long as it's not Daddy and Auntie, whoever comes, you don't make a sound, you know?" ”

Xiao Sui'er didn't understand what she was saying, so she just nodded blankly. Then the basket was covered, and then a cloth was put over it, keeping out all light.

She heard A-Niang's footsteps gradually disappearing, and then the sound of the door closing, a "creaking" sound.

There is a smell of earth in the basket, this smell has been smelled by Xiao Suier on the mountain, which is Daddy will carry it when he goes up the mountain to pick herbs and dig bamboo shoots on weekdays, and there will be this earthy smell when it rains in spring. It is a good thing to have an earthy smell, which means that new food will grow in the field in the new year. She was comfortably back in A-Niang's arms surrounded by this earthy smell, and Xiao Sui'er slowly lay down in it, her eyelids slowly drooped, and she was about to close.

Then Leng Buding heard the gunshot, and he scared Xiao Sui'er awake. She curled up in the darkness of the basket and heard the creak of the planks beneath her feet.

The sound of leather shoes on a ladder. It's like a monster stretching its limbs in the dark, stepping up the stairs step by step. She heard something smashed, something thrown to the ground. She also heard someone laughing, the laughter slurred behind the door, so sharp that she couldn't even tell the truth from the fake.

And the smell. The earthy smell in the basket was slowly encroached upon by another taste, slowly devouring her tranquility and gradually occupying the original sense in her nasal cavity.

That's the smell of blood.

Xiao Sui'er was vaguely aware of what was happening outside, but she didn't dare to move, not even to make a sound. She lay in the dark basket and listened as someone seemed to get closer and closer to the attic.

Someone kicked the door open, and the footsteps in leather shoes got closer.

The man opened the window, and it was raging. The smell of dampness outside poured into the attic. The clutter in the building was flipped indiscriminately, and Xiao Sui'er closed her eyes tightly and hugged her body firmly. The darkness around her was suddenly taken away, and she opened her eyes, holding her breath and looking out.

It was a pair of military boots.

The military boots were stained with mud, and at his feet, he was still stepping on the small yellow flower that Xiao Sui'er had worn on his head before.

Looking up, it was a childish boy wearing a yellow-skinned military uniform. He carried a gun on his back, a military cap, and was drenched in the rain, and he still had the basket in his hand. Xiao Sui'er met his gaze for a moment, and neither of them moved or spoke.

A question came from below the attic: "Xiao Zhu! Did you find someone upstairs? ”

Spike still looked at him steadily.

The young man in military uniform suddenly put the basket down again. The darkness returned to Spike's side again, and she heard the other party shouting downstairs, "No." There was just a pile of clutter upstairs and no one. ”

"That slut ran away again, young marshal, shall we continue to chase?"

Downstairs, a pair of patent-leather boots, which looked extremely expensive, stepped over the corpse on the ground and walked to the porch. Standing in the middle of the lobby, he raised his hand and fired another shot at the man who was already dead. The man was wearing a military hat and a black poncho, and the rain dripped into the blood on the ground, seeping into it little by little.

On the table in front of the hall was the old yellow military uniform that the soldiers had just found.

The man had a face similar to that of Commander Li, and smiled like a hideous jackal. He was not in a hurry or impatient, confidently put away the gun and said with a smile to the subordinates around him, "This slut has a wound on his foot and can't run far." Chasing, chasing, and pulling to my father's funeral. ”

There was another chaotic sound of footsteps, and the person who had come to the attic was gone, but he did not close the window. A strong wind blew outside the window, torrential rain fell, and thunder could be heard in the distance.

The whole hut slowly fell silent again, and no one could be heard. Xiao Sui'er clenched her fists, prostrate in the darkness, she opened her mouth, but she didn't dare to make a sound. She vaguely sensed something from the rusty smell of blood in the air, and although she couldn't tell, she knew that disaster had struck.

Torrential rain poured down.

Murong Yuhua had already climbed the mountain with Gu San on his back when it was raining, and found a big tree at the foot of the mountain to hide from the rain. He looked at the rain that didn't see a little for a while, and sighed, "Actually, it's not impossible to stay one more night, at least wait for the rain to pass before leaving." ”

Gu San looked at the blank rain scene around him, and suddenly grabbed Murong Yuhua's hand, pulled him behind the mountain rock, and crawled down.

"What's wrong?"

Gu San pressed his shoulder, hid behind the mountain rocks, and slowly raised his head, pointing to the mountain road. Soldiers in tarnished clothes are scurrying through the rain. Murong Yuhua took a breath and was about to speak, when Gu San pointed to the other side, "Look in the direction they came from......

Murong Yuhua almost stood up, but let Gu San hold him down.

"Brother Yong, their family won't ...... They ......" Murong Yuhua was a little desperate, "We are all gone, will they still be implicated because of us?" ”

"We've been there and we've been there. They want to kill, and there is always a reason to kill. ”

"They're still unreasonable!"

"Reason?" Gu San looked at the soldiers who were rushing towards the outside of the village like a black tide, "Are you reasoning with a group of people with guns?" Do you see them listening? ”

Those people drifted further and further along the road, perhaps thinking that the fugitives would only think about how to go farther and farther, rather than stop and rest for a while.

After those people walked away, Murong Yuhua almost climbed down the mountain. Gu San followed behind him without saying a word. The rain soaked through the cloth shoes and slowly seeped into the wounds. When Murong Yuhua ran out, she hid the package under the mountain rocks for the time being, and only kept up with him with a dagger and pistol. Those troops had passed a bend and could no longer see people, and when Gu San and Murong Yuhua returned to the village, every house had their doors and windows closed, and no one dared to come out at all.

They rushed back to the small courtyard they had just left in the rain, and as soon as they entered the door, they saw the bodies of Brother Yong and Sister-in-law lying on the ground.

The fences in the yard have fallen. The rain washed away the blood on the ground. Murong Yuhua knelt in front of their husband and wife, squeezing their arms in shame, "How can this be...... I'm all gone, bastards...... How can this be......"

These people were implicated by him — but first, by her. Gu San stood behind him, silent, and watched the young man cry bitterly in the rain. She couldn't persuade him with the original understanding of sacrifice, everything right now, whether it was the old scalper, or the Yongge couple, everything was because Murong Yuhua subconsciously wanted to go with him.

In the final analysis, these people are all implicated by her. And the real perpetrator is still searching for her everywhere. Gu San looked at the blood stains that were gradually washed away by the rain under his feet, and suddenly rushed into the house.

The corpse here - there is no Spike.