This road is much more desolate than when Su Leng came for a long time. There were no people along the way, not even a bird in sight.

When I arrived at Taoyuan Village, I saw a few familiar figures, and the old people in the village were much thinner than before, and they were gathering to talk. When they saw Su Lengjiu, they recognized it at a glance.

Mrs. Zhang shook her withered hands and called her from afar, "Little fairy! ”

Old Man Duan's gray hair was trembling and shaking by the wind, and he opened his presbyopia eyes to take a closer look, "The little immortal is back!" ”

Su Lengjiu heard a familiar voice, and for some reason, his tears were about to collapse.

"I'll go home first." Su Lengjiu said.

Looking at her back, several old men glanced at each other and sighed.

Su Leng was stunned at the door of his house for a long time.

She couldn't believe that in less than a month, her cottage with her mother had become like this.

The house collapsed almost entirely, leaving only one beam, which had been burned to the point of blackening. The house was no longer accessible, and only a pile of ruins remained. The well in the small courtyard has dried up, and the moonflowers planted on the fence have been burned into black charcoal and stuck together.

"Mother?" Su Lengjiu held on to the last glimmer of hope.

No one answered.

The cold wind blew, and the smell of burning remained in the air.

Su Lengjiu lay on the ruins, calling his mother over and over again, his hands were deeply buttoned into the carbonized soil, and his nails were turned out, but he still couldn't pick up the black charcoal that had already condensed together. The tears flowed uncontrollably, dripping to the ground and converging into a small pool.

The winter sun takes advantage of the afternoon to emit all its energy and hides in the clouds.

Why, why. Why!

She clenched her bloodied fist and asked herself three times. The bones of the hand slammed against the rough stone wall, leaving crimson blood marks that snaked down and soaked the dust from the pores.

Does it hurt? She asked herself.

"Remember the pain." She opened her mouth to say. However, the vocal cords were already hoarse and could not make any sound.

It's snowing.

It's the size of a goose feather. One after another, it was a little gentle in the biting air like a knife.

Su Lengjiu's brain went blank.

In the boundless world, it seems that from now on, she is the only one left. She didn't have time to think. Helplessness devoured her before she did.

Memories of seven years ago come flooding back again. Standing tall on the city, his body lonely, he looked at the direction she fled and smiled softly. An arrow came at him and struck him in the chest. Large expanses of blood stained her father's dragon robe, and her vision was blurred by tears, and she could no longer see clearly.

Seven years later. She collapsed on the rubble of a fire, weeping, having lost her mother again.

"The Queen Mother." Her voice was as soft as a falling snowflake.

"Queen Mother," Su Leng sat up for a long time, and actually smiled.

She bowed heavily to the ruins, "Jiu'er, you must take revenge." ”

It's a long time to kneel like this.

The snow became heavier and heavier, accumulating a thick layer on Su Lengjiu's body.

Mrs. Zhang, who followed up the mountain, was out of breath and finally arrived. As soon as he came, he saw Su Lengjiu kneeling in the snow, not moving.

Mrs. Zhang's old eyes were full of tears, she wiped her sleeves with her sleeves, and walked over with a crutch.

"Little immortals. It's so cold, hurry up and go home with my wife. Don't catch a cold. ”

Old man Duan also came, "The old man killed that chicken and made you soup to drink." ”

Aunt Liu and Sister-in-law Wang wanted to help Su Lengjiu up from the snow, but they didn't expect Su Lengjiu to close his eyes tightly.

"This, the little immortal has fainted!"

Old Man Duan kept shaking his head anxiously, "How can this be so good." The little fairy is different from us ordinary people, where can I find a doctor here? ”

Mrs. Zhang commanded, "Carry her down the mountain first, and lie down on my bed." In this ice and snow, you can't stay for a second longer! ”

When the villagers heard that Su Lengjiu had returned, they were seriously ill and wanted to come to visit.

In a famine year, every household had no food in stock, but everyone still brought together some fish, meat and eggs to send them, saying that they all wanted to help.

Mrs. Zhang was in tears, and in order to thank everyone, the generation regarded Su Lengjiu as a granddaughter.

At night, Su Lengjiu still didn't wake up. The pale face is no longer as agile and delicate as before, and the lips are dry and white.

Mrs. Zhang sat on a small stool by herself, blowing the cold wind that slipped in through the crack in the door, and kept adding firewood to the kang where Su Leng had been lying for a long time.

Intermittently, doctors came to see it, and they all shook their heads and said that they were powerless.

"What should I do," Mrs. Zhang wiped her tears, "Mrs. Su is no longer here, and the little fairy is also like this, pitiful." ”

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Mrs. Zhang got up tremblingly and went to open the door.

The old wooden door creaked open.

Outside the door stood a man with a black satin hat. The shadow obscured his eyebrows, and the high bridge of his nose cast a silhouette that covered the right half of his cheek.

"I can heal her." The thin, beautifully shaped lips spoke.