The old woman put down the shovel in her hand, "Girl, what about your family?" ”

No family.

Seeing that she was still silent, the old woman stopped talking.

She sat alone on the wooden bench in front of the bamboo house, looking at the blue sky, she was still wearing the same clothes, the bamboo forest was very humid, and the old woman sewed a small piece of clothing for her.

The needlework is very thick, and the fabric is also very rough to the touch, which she only seems to have seen in her hometown when she was a child, as if her grandmother used to make the uppers, not for noodles, but for sandwiches.

It is estimated that the two of them have always lived in seclusion, and they have never been exposed to modern life, so they should be seventy or eighty years old.

In this way, you will never know the good and evil in the world, and a comfortable and poor life will make people feel calmer.

I heard the old woman say that the old man went fishing by the stream.

She put a basin of water in the bamboo house and lowered the window, she seemed to have seen such a window in a costume TV series, but she didn't expect it to be still used here.

It was quiet all around, only the sound of birds chirping and the sound of old women boiling water for cooking.

She untied her clothes, saw the gauze wrapped around her waist, closed her eyes, and slowly untied it, the wound had healed, but there were still clearly visible bruises on her waist and stomach, and some places had turned black.

Her hands trembled a little, and she touched her stomach, and no matter how many times, she did not dare to touch it; How many times did she feel very clearly, the child, the child in her belly; How many times, in the middle of the night, she heard the cry of a baby in a trance......

Tilting his head, he couldn't help but mourn.

In the end, she lost it all.

It hurts so much.

It really hurt so much that she couldn't breathe and couldn't live.

Even in this secluded bamboo cabin, she couldn't control her heart.

There was no way she couldn't help from the pain.

Time is a good medicine, but she can't wait for the effect of the medicine to kick in, or she dies of heartache.

I don't know if anyone has died of heartache since ancient times.

Leaning on the bamboo board, she sighed slightly, but this breath seemed to be the strength of her whole body, she leaned against the wall, slowly squatted down, and ......

The water was already cold, and it was very inconvenient to boil water here, and she didn't plan to ask the old woman for a basin again, so she moistened the handkerchief and slowly wiped her body.

She put on the small pieces that the old woman had sewn for her, and put on her own coat.

The old man's hearty laughter came from outside the door, and then he was heard saying, "Look, old woman, I caught a big fish for you and the little girl to eat, hehehe......"

"It's a big fish, enough for the three of us to eat, I'll go make fish now."

She opened the door and looked at the old couple, very envious, once upon a time she wanted nothing more than that, but why was it so difficult?

Is it because of the person she chose?

A man stared at the rudimentary fence in a daze.

"Girl, come here, the fish is almost ready."

The old woman saw her standing at the door, her eyes staring into the distance, not focusing, standing there motionless for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak.

She came back to her senses suddenly, she missed him again, why, why she still couldn't let go at this time, and it hurt even more.

Sitting on a simple wooden bench, the dining table was a thick stump, as if the roots of the tree were underneath, and they cut down the tree directly, which was simply natural.

New sprouts have begun to sprout on the edge of the tree stump.

The old woman put a large piece of fish in her bowl, "Girl, eat." ”

She took a bite and put it in her mouth, it was very tender, very light, and delicious, and there was a hint of salty taste in her mouth.

"Old woman, old man, it's time for me to go."

This is not her pure land after all.

The two old men put down their chopsticks and nodded.

"We know that you have something hidden in your heart, and we can't untie the knot in your heart, go and follow your heart."

In the early morning on the forest path, two old men sent her to a fork in the road.

"Thank you for taking care of the second elder."

The old woman held her emaciated hand, and the old man pointed to the intersection on the left, "Little girl, my wife found you by the stream over there, and I think you should be able to go back when you pass through here." ”

She followed the old man's finger and took a look, a cloud of fog, the early morning woods were very foggy, the sun had not yet come out, the place where the eyes could see was very close, she turned her head to look to the other side.

The old man sighed, "Little girl, that road has never been walked before, you can try." ”

The old man knew that she had already made a choice.

Farewell.

She walked aimlessly along the path alone, whatever she encountered, she just wanted to forget.

Forget the past, forget the pain, forget the beauty of the past, forget the unforgettable love......

Walking and stopping alone, the sky is getting dark, she can't see the road ahead, and she doesn't remember the way she came, there are many forks in the road along the way, she is going with the situation, without any choice, just by feeling, it is impossible to find the way back, and then take a look at it.

There was a lake in front of her, and she felt that she had no strength at all, and the injuries on her body had not healed, so she didn't care, so she found a big rock and sat down.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a dark shadow in front of me, getting closer and closer, much like a ghost in the night, the lake became very dark, and the sky became darker.

She got up and fixed her eyes, as if someone was rowing a small boat, which turned out to be a rower.

As the boat got closer, she walked to the shallows, unable to see the rower.

He was dressed in black, wearing a black cloak, and his shriveled hands held the black oars, and his hands were like ghosts reaching out of hell, and as if he had never washed his hands, and his nails were black.

There are still inconspicuous red threads on the back of his hands, and the clothes on his body seem to have been worn since birth, and they have not been taken off or changed for decades, and their clothes are ragged.

The boat was already dilapidated, and it seemed that it only needed a small wind and wave to make it roll over the lake.

"Get on board."

The voice was like a ghost, eerie and terrifying.

Is it to her?

She was the only one here.

"Who are you?"

"Ghost ......"

The sound made people shudder.

She looked at it for a moment, and seemed to be able to explain it, otherwise someone would be like this.

And what about the old man in the bamboo cottage?

She smiled bitterly, it turned out that she was really dead, this was the ship that took her to the underworld, and the two old men were just the last bit of warmth left for her before she went to hell after she died.

That's fine.

She got on board.

The boat went very slowly, and she sat on the boat, looking up, and still could not see the rower, as if nothing was there in the dark cloak.

"You ......," she hesitated, "have you been crossing people here?" ”

He stopped suddenly, "Crossing people? ”

"No, Soul Crossing."

She thought about it for a moment and changed her words, isn't she dead?

"No, cross-hearted." He replied.

Heart, what if she is a soulless soul?

She sighed imperceptibly, she had lost her heart, how to let him cross?