“…… Don't go, I hurt...... It hurts......" The girl covered her abdomen with her hands, struggling in pain, and the pain and coldness in her abdomen made her hurt so much that she couldn't straighten her waist, especially now that she was thrown on the floor of the warehouse by the two people outside.

The damp mud floor was colder than sitting on the ice, and the brick wall against her back was still drilling the wind from the cracks inside, and this cold made her thin body, without full clothing to cover it, it was even more biting cold, and she couldn't help but shiver.

Sitting there like this, in pain, enduring, in such an environment, the girl's hands and feet were already cold, from the bruise left by the bruise on the original arm, to a misty gray purple, and finally to a complete fainting, she didn't know how long had passed, and by the time she regained a little consciousness again, she herself had been placed on a pile of firewood.

She was weak and small, and she was covered with wounds, her face was miserable, and her bruised mouth wanted to move, but in the end she didn't make any movement. Just let others move, she was moved face down to face to face sky, looking at the galaxy that has not disappeared in the sky, and the triangular plum under the stones in the distance, under such a beautiful scenery, who would have thought that death was coming.

"Are you sure you're dead?" An old woman looked at Gao Xiaohong lying in the open firewood pile and asked. This is the only crematorium on the edge of the village, a circle enclosed with stones, where every time someone dies, they are cremated.

"You don't see that your body is purple, I just helped pull this little daughter-in-law over, and when I picked it up in front, my whole body was cold, and my hands were frozen! There is no breath of life at all. A middle-aged man next to the old woman pouted and said, and when he said that he was frozen in his hands, he also rubbed his hands, as if he had just been passive.

"Yes, then you can't wear a red cotton coat, how unlucky this is, how can I look at it, this is still the wedding dress that this girl wore when she married into our village?" The old woman squinted, and now the sky was not yet fully bright, and the stars above her head could still be seen clearly.

"It's not just a few days after I got married, this happened, I said Wang Po, the next time you introduce my father, can you not get this kind of sick seedling, I serve every day, and I can't do any hard work, so that cooking and washing clothes are like exhausting people, I just got pregnant with a baby, and I can't hang it." The man complained to the lady named Mrs. Wang.

“…… I...... I still...... ...... alive" The girl squinted slightly, her head resting on a low stake as she was placed on an uneven firewood, and her eyes that wanted to be opened seemed to others to be dead and rolling.

"Ah, there are so many problems in your family, the little girl I found, she was thin and dry when she came, but she is capable, and she doesn't work less at home, so you don't say it anymore. Look at other families, a girl can live a lifetime, you guys, it's only been a few days, who would dare to marry into our village. Wang Po waved her hand, looking unwilling to help his old man introduce his daughter-in-law.

"Gotta watch the hour! Don't miss the time, it affects the cremation time, and it's not good for your family's feng shui. The middle-aged man looked at the girl on the firewood and added some firewood to the side.

"Look at this little daughter-in-law's thinness, it's enough for me to burn a child's firewood this time." The middle-aged man was the corpse collector in the village and the person in charge of this humble crematorium.

"Are you sure you don't want to change this girl's outfit? This red doesn't mean that it will melt into unclean things, but I didn't say it. Wang Po looked at the father and son glaring at her angrily, and quickly changed her words. If you don't change it, you won't change it, don't miss the time. ”

"Gao Xiaohong, go all the way, there are your dearest men, and your stepson, they are here to see you off......" The middle-aged man, while adding fine firewood to the cracks around the pyre, muttered, and took out some paper money and burned it in another bar next to him.

"Just let her go all the way, don't read me and my son into it." The old man looked at the middle-aged man and said.

"You didn't call this little daughter-in-law's family to come to one?" Mrs. Wang asked.

"They are all married to my family, life and death are naturally handled by my family, why do you need to find others, they are good enough to be able to paste the money for this aftermath." The man said angrily.

The middle-aged man took a small bucket of diesel fuel and poured it on Gao Xiaohong, who was lying in the middle, and the cold diesel fuel was sprinkled on his body, and Gao Xiaohong's will, which was about to be completely extinguished, was suddenly stimulated by this and woke up.

Gao Xiaohong looked at the middle-aged man who came over with an oil drum, moved her lips, and wanted to ask for help, she was only sixteen years old, she didn't want to die yet, her younger brothers hadn't grown up yet, the newly planted crops at home hadn't ripened yet, and she hadn't walked out of this Changshui Town yet.

She didn't want to die, she just looked down like that, wanted to see the position of the middle-aged man, wanted to let the other party know that she was not dead, and wanted to live, but in the end she just lay down like that, still motionless.

"How do I feel that this daughter-in-law's eyes and mouth are moving." Wang Po said, stepped forward and touched the pulse on Gao Xiaohong's wrist, but the qi pulse was too weak, Wang Po's calloused hand couldn't feel the weak and beating pulse under Gao Xiaohong's thin arm.

"Grandma Wang, what do you think, you are all rolling your eyes, everyone is purple, and you are all dead at first glance." The middle-aged man laughed at Wang Po's behavior and continued to mutter.

"Okay, it's time, light the fire." So saying, he drew a torch from the brazier that was burning beside him, stood on the outside of the stone, and threw it into the pyre of firewood.

Everyone burned instantly, and soon spread to Gao Xiaohong's whole body, such a burning sensation spread on her body that had not completely eaten her consciousness, she suddenly took Da Huo, raised her arm, and let out a mournful snort.

"Did you see that?" Wang Po suddenly asked the middle-aged man next to her with a nervous face.

"Well, the firewood is moving." The middle-aged man said with a straight face.

"I think I hear voices again." Wang Po said.

"Wang Po, I don't think you should be a matchmaker, go and be a magic stick, you must be easy to cheat money." As the man spoke, the flames that had burned the heavens on the other side shone on his face, and he clearly saw that there were rows of cold sweat left.

The father and son looked at Gao Xiaohong in the fire, swallowed heavily, and their backs were already wet with cold sweat.