The sun slanted a little more to the west, and the heavens and the earth darkened a little, and the northwest wind was a little stronger, blowing the old poplar tree in the village with a crazy sound. The village was still quiet, there was no one in sight, two hungry black dogs hurried through the middle of the street, and the cry of the madwoman Geng Lian came from the cold wind: Come on, why don't you come to me.

Ma Lin didn't think much about this abnormal scene, and he couldn't realize that an inevitable tragedy was approaching the backer and the Ma family little by little.

Marin stood in the courtyard, looking at the cold and lonely backer, and there was a feeling of helplessness in his heart, which quickly spread around him.

Ma Lin didn't want Qiu Ju to post the letter of resignation on the old poplar tree, he made up his mind to retire Qiu Ju, not for Qiu Ju, he was for Lu Da, he knew Lu Da's sinister intentions, which made him a hundred times more uncomfortable than killing Qiu Ju and killing him. He made up his mind that Xiu Qiuju wanted Lu Da and the villagers to take a look, and tell everyone that Qiu Ju is just a woman, like a piece of my Marin's clothes, I Marlin said to change it, Lu Da, if you love to rape, you will marry, Qiu Ju originally had nothing to do with my Marin, and said that Hugh would leave.

He wanted to do it in a chic way to show Lu Da and everyone, he did it quickly, and the next day after returning home, he did what he had to do, and the rest of the time, he had to wait for Lu Da to come to the door wholeheartedly. Ma Lin thought that he should have relaxed during this time, if he wanted to be in normal times, his yard would have been full of villagers, and they came to see Ma Lin who came back from Fengtian City, and Ma Lin, the fast gunner, was the pride of the backer. But none of this happened on the twenty-second day of the lunar month. On the twenty-second day of the lunar month, the backer seemed to be dead.

The door of the lower room was open, and Ma Lin saw Qiu Ju packing up his things, there were not many things belonging to Qiu Ju, just some simple changes of clothes, packed in a bag. After Qiu Ju finished doing this, she sat on the kang in the lower room, in a daze. Standing at the door, he looked at the wind-blown snow in the yard and shouted: Whirlwind, whirlwind, you are a ghost, three sickles will cut your legs......

Seeing this, Marin's heart hurt a little, and it hurt again, and the past was like smoke and snow.

He had seen Qiu Ju's sad face, and that was every time he came back from Fengtian City and was about to leave after staying for a few days, every time Qiu Ju looked like this. Before I knew Yangmei, Fengtian City was quite peaceful at that time, and Ma Lin could go back to the mountain to live for a few days every year. But just a few days, at that time, Ma Lin had clearly realized that he no longer belonged to the backer, he was a famous fast gunner in the Northeast Army, and he was the person next to the marshal Zhang Zuolin, he did not belong to himself, and the fate of everything was closely tied to the fate of the Northeast Army.

Marin's days back to the mountains were very dull, and he hurried back to the city after not staying for a few days.

In the days that Marin has been home, Ma Zhanshan and Marin no longer seem to have any more common language, and he is going to talk about his land and his grain.

When Ma Zhanshan said this to Ma Lin, Ma Lin's gaze was illusory, and he kept looking at his father's old face so illusory.

Dad said, "Our land is getting bigger and bigger."

Dad said again: This time, the money you brought back is enough to buy two acres of paddy fields.

Dad also said: He doesn't want the land in Nandawa of Geng Laoba's house, so we will buy it in the autumn.

Dad continued: In the future, we will put down all the land in the backing hills, which is a good thing that your father never dreamed of when he was alive.

Speaking of this, Dad grinned infinitely beautifully, and gasped.

Marin retracted his vain gaze and said, "Dad, you can cure the disease, what do you do with those lands, and you will suffer as much as you want."

Ma Zhanshan was unhappy and said: Hey-this land, this family will not be yours in the future.

Ma Lin stopped talking, and in his empty eyes, he saw Qiu Ju again, Qiu Ju was busy all day, she was busy with things in this family, and in this family, Qiu Ju never said a word.

Ma Zhanshan gasped and said: You should also have a child, and if you want to give birth to a boy, you will give birth to a boy. Our Ma family has been a single family for so many generations, and now that we have land, it should be better for people to be prosperous.

At this point, my father sighed.

Marin only comes back once or twice a year, and the days he lives at home are numbered. Qiu Ju's stomach has been deflated.

To Marin's surprise, Qiu Ju's thoughts were exactly the same as his father's wishes. Every time Ma Lin came back, Qiu Ju said to him on the kang in the dark: I want a baby, it's a male baby.

Marin didn't say anything in the dark, and suddenly hugged the fat and strong Qiu Ju. Years of exertion have made Qiu Ju's body rough and strong, and it was not the thought of having a child that made Marin hug Qiu Ju tightly, but the impulse of young people. Young Marin has inexhaustible strength, and thirsty Qiu Ju has abundant thoughts. The short days are the happiest days of the year for Qiu Ju.

Ma Lin finally left, and Qiu Ju looked worried.

Ma Lin rode on a horse, two jet-black fast guns on both sides of the waist, swinging leisurely, Qiu Ju sent Ma Lin, walking underground, the sound of broken horse hooves accompanied by Qiu Ju's helpless footsteps sounded on the path of the mountain.

Marin said, "Go back."

Qiu Ju didn't reply, still keeping her head down and walking forward beside the horse.

After a while, Qiu Ju finally picked up a pair of teary eyes and said worriedly: When will you come back?

Qiu Ju's expression and tone made Marin's heart tighten. I don't know why, as soon as he returned to the backer, as soon as he saw Qiu Ju's appearance, his heart was in a mess.

Marin said: Maybe this year, maybe next year.

Qiu Ju was silent again, walked a few steps, took out the food she had prepared on Marin Road last night from her arms, and handed it to Marin Dao: There are cakes and eggs in the bag.

The cake is an oil cake, and the egg is a salted egg. This is Ma Lin's usual favorite food, only when Ma Lin came back, Ma Zhanshan let Qiu Ju move the white noodles and eggs, which is the food that the Ma family is reluctant to eat during the New Year. Ma Lin took the food, warm, warm, Ma Lin knew that it was Qiu Ju's body temperature.

Ma Lin didn't want to have such a childlike relationship anymore, so he let go of the horse's reins, slapped his palm on the horse's buttocks, and said to Qiu Ju: You go back.

The horse trotted forward.

Qiu Ju walked a few steps quickly, as if she was about to catch up with the horse. Finally, he couldn't, so he reluctantly stood on his feet, watching Marin's figure get smaller and smaller in his sight.

Marin, who was far away, also turned his head once, and Qiu Ju's shadow had turned into a small black dot. When he looked back again, Marin's clenched heart relaxed little by little. The heart is getting farther and farther away from the backer and Qiu Ju, and it is getting closer and closer to the famous fast gunman in Fengtian City. In the days when Marin was fighting and killing, everything about the backer became blurred in his heart.

In the light of the twenty-second day of the lunar month, when the sun was already in the west, Ma Lin saw Qiu Ju, and his heart was once again inexplicably tightened. All this in front of me is like a world away, and things are no longer human. Marin stood in the west-slanting sunlight as if in a dream.

Ma Lin thought of the noon of the twenty-third day of the lunar month again, and a sneer flashed on the corner of his mouth.