"She said, you look the best when you laugh. He was on his knees, looking at her, and he didn't dare to shed tears.

It rained in Jiangyang City.

The rain was so heavy that it couldn't be carried around, and the rain was like a mess.

Heaven and earth are blurred into a line, which cannot be seen inside the line or outside the line.

The rain poured out of the basin poured again and again. The birds and finches competing for food under the eaves have long been hiding somewhere.

The torrential rain took advantage of the wind to wet the openwork and checkered windows one by one.

On the tightly closed door, a piece of paper was pasted. The paper is deep and shallow, and the texture is fine and soft.

Ink characters on a white background are very different in shape, and vary in size and length. Some of the pen is neat, some of the pen is timeless, some of the pen is beautiful, and some of the pen is ashamed.

It is all written: Heavy rain is coming, temporarily closed for a day, looking at new and old customers, running to inform each other.

I stood in front of the stone lion and looked at the lonely fragrant bone shop. After a long time, I spit out a breath of cool air in my chest, and it is not easy to support my family in a small business like mine.

The copper basin was circled, and in a few moments, the rain was already full. Little Hei Zhaorui and them have already splashed water and are in a hurry.

Resigned to my fate, I walked to the big red gate. Stepping on the marble stool, he carefully flicked the candle flame. The lantern, which was about to go out, suddenly became much brighter.

Zhaorui quickly splashed a basin of rainwater, and it pulled up the corners of its blue-gray long sleeves and wiped the sweat on its face indiscriminately.

It raised its head and made a bitter face: "Master~ That guest, when will you come!" It's been pouring this for a long time, and I haven't seen a single ghost."

"Come on, wait a little longer,"

I added some white oil and jumped off the marble bench. Actually, I'm on my own at this time, and I don't have a bottom in my heart.

It's just that somehow, I have a gut feeling that I will definitely gain something today.

Zhaorui pursed his lips, his eyes widening and his cheeks bulging high. "It's almost there, just these two words, you've said it, it's been half a day,"

"In my opinion, let's close too."

"You see, it's raining so hard that the madmen won't go out. Our guests are not coming today. Maybe he's drinking hot soup at home right now,"

Glancing at it, I casually pointed at it. pointed to Xiao Hei who bowed his head, and Xiao Hei was holding a copper basin at the moment.

I scolded, "You slippery rat, where do you get so much nonsense." Take a closer look at yourself, and then look carefully at Ningo. It's all bred by a piece of heaven and earth, why is there such a big gap! ”

"Today, if the business doesn't work, no one wants to call it a day,"

I raised my thick eyebrows, pushing all the ferocity into the corners of my eyes. Leaving aside this nondescript cruel remark, I flicked my sleeves and turned my head to walk towards the fragrant bone shop.

Alas ~ Alas ~ Alas. There was a lot of lamentation behind him.

……

The sky was gray, and the top and bottom were connected. I opened my eyes, and it was raining heavily outside the door. He turned his head and glanced around.

Zhaorui lay on the delicately textured long case, and his long saliva flowed a puddle. Blackie leaned against the embossed pillar, his knees bent together.

A drip made of copper kettles, almost to the end of the day. I put down the pen and paper in my hand and simply packed up the case. Pondering, I sighed in my heart: Yes, today's official document has not been approved.

Stretching my limbs, I pinched my stiff body. He left the desk and walked under the eaves.

We stopped, but we didn't have time to gain a foothold. Suddenly, a strong wind blew and hit my body impartially, and in an instant, the dampness and coldness crawled all over my face, and it happened to pour me through.

I twitched the corners of my mouth and looked down at the crumpled robe. Suddenly, I felt that the whole person was not good. Sure enough, if a person is unlucky, he will be ridiculed by God when he stands at the corner of the eaves.

Taking a deep breath, I silently comforted myself: Don't be angry, don't be angry. I am not angry when others are angry, and there is no one to replace me when I am angry.

In the chaotic rain curtain, a figure was vaguely reflected. I squinted, and the blood around me began to boil.

Is that

A shadow,

A faint shadow.

carelessly

It's just a matter of ignoring it.

Like in an ink painting,

A small dot fell.

It is hidden among the strange rocks of the landscape.

Neither stand out nor eye-catching.

Slowly,

Slowly squirm forward.

Like a dying chrysalis.

Can't see it's moving.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew.

It stumbled,

Staggered and planted in muddy water.

There was not a single movement for half an hour.

ignorance

How much leakage has been dripped.

It staggered,

Propping up a bulky body,

Continue to creep forward.

Nogo, Nogo,

It's moving so slowly.

Even the oldest of the cows,

They all climbed ahead of it.

It's like being unconscious,

Monotonically mechanically,

Repeating an action.

Closer, closer,

It's finally getting closer.

Like a dry bone,

It was set up next to the store.

It was a very tall and thin man.

It was a very tall and thin man.

A man who is clearly alive, but looks like he has been dead for a long time.

He carried a wooden box with no lacquer, and his plain white robe had long since been dyed gray and yellow. The straps on his legs had been loosened at some point, but they had carved a way through the muddy water.

Bloody water, mixed with muddy rainwater. On his drooping right leg, it condensed into a black and red.

Like one, a pale and terrifying water ghost, suddenly surfaced. There was a tick beneath him, and several streams trickled down his robes. Messy and tangled hair, hanging down like grass. Most of his face was cautiously hiding inside.

After a long silence, he raised his head, revealing a dark eye.

He opened his bruised lips and made a hoarse sound like a scrub.

"Some people say that you can make a dream come true for others,"

"I don't know if I'm so honored,"

He paused, exhaling a cloudy breath. Mu Ran's godless eyes moved slowly in their sockets.

"I only have one dream,"

"I want her to live well, she has never met me," a layer of sorrow floated in his eyes. The whole body is shrouded in infinite desolation.

Along the way, it seems that all the strength has been exhausted. He leaned heavily against the door, as if there were no bones.

I glanced at him and reached out to hand over a clean soft handkerchief: "Wipe it first, don't let yourself catch a cold,"

He shook his head, just looking at me, a bitter twist at the corner of his mouth, like an elk that could no longer find a place to be.

"Since you're here, you should follow my rules," I raised my eyes, hiding the cold light.

He shifted his body and took the soft veil. He wiped his forehead haphazardly, revealing a pale face.

It was a sickly face, but it was strangely delicate and brilliant, and it tugged at people's heartstrings for no reason.

He moved, his purple lips bruised: "In this way, does it mean that you are willing to do this business?"

I chuckled and said, "A dream comes true, but it costs a life,"

He seemed to suddenly turn colored, and most of his whole person regained his freshness: "It's okay, I do,"

"You...... Ever wondered,"

"That girl doesn't necessarily regret it,"

"Meeting you, maybe it's the greatest joy of her life,"

"Really, disappear?"

He glanced at me, and pain came to his face: "Without me, she can live well,"

"Okay, I promise you,"