After thinking for a moment, Med's eyes returned to Erniu, and he didn't pay attention to what the corpse was when Erniu was delivered at night. Now that he has made this major discovery, Medde simply lifted the white cloth and searched carefully on the second girl.

On the other hand, there is nothing.

On the ears, there is nothing.

In the neck, there is nothing either.

Dmide's eyes suddenly became strange, and he stared at Erniu's chest, where a large patch of pale skin was exposed, and a little further down was a bulging arc, and at the top of the arc was a purple grape.

"Whew...... Whoop......"

In the silence of the night, only Dmide's gasps echoed through the cold room.

The light of the fireplace in the outhouse shone through the crack in the door, flickering and dimming.

Dmitry snorted with wine, his mouth wide open, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the bare skin, his hands slowly ...... Slowly stretched out......

With the sound of rustling and undressing and the sound of whirring and panting, the chicken on the stove was roasted and black smoke came out......

The wind blew silently, the curtains were raised, and a layer of hoarfrost slowly formed on the floor of the room......

When the blue cat came back the next day, Dmide's attitude was much better, and he seemed almost a little flattering.

With a smile on his face, he let the blue cat into the house, moved a chair and placed it next to the stove, and forced the blue cat to sit down.

The fire was blazing, and the cast-iron lid on top was burned a dark red, but for some reason, it was still cloudy and cold inside.

Dmitry muttered a handful of coal to the boiling stove before sitting down next to the blue cat.

The blue cat twisted her ass in the chair uneasily: "Uncle Med, I'm going to go in to see my daughter-in-law, I got her something to eat." ”

Dmitry smiled: "Go in, go in, go in." ”

When the blue cat was left, there was nothing unusual on his face.

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Yan Baodou ate a roasted sparrow in his dream.

The sparrows are golden brown, steaming, dripping with grease, and sprinkled with cumin and paprika, which looks particularly fragrant.

Yan Baodou knew very clearly that the sparrow strung on the iron skewer was one of the nests of sparrows under the eaves of his house.

Tear off a sparrow leg, thin, the meat on it is clearly textured, exuding a strange, refreshing aroma.

Just as he was about to send it to his mouth, the sparrow disappeared, Yan Baodou shivered and woke up from his dream.

This is the fourth day of this dream.

The nest of sparrows gave birth to another litter of baby sparrows this year, and in the spring, the little sparrows learned to fly one by one, and left the old sparrows to live on their own.

Now all that is left are the two old sparrows.

Yan Baodou remembered the little sparrow that fell to the ground last spring.

When it was learning to fly, it met Yan Baodou, and was caught by the clever child who took off his coat and slammed it into his pocket.

A thin rope was tied to the sparrow's leg, and Yan Baodou only held it in his hand for two days to play, and the little sparrow died. Yan Baodou was actually very sad, he didn't think that the little sparrow would die, he originally planned to play for a few days and then let it fly away.

The newly hatched sparrows this year, Yan Baodou never provoked them again.

Because he will always remember the poor little life in his palm, the yellow mouth and the round bright little eyes.

After the little sparrow died, he cried quietly alone for a long time.

But why do you dream of eating sparrows every day?

The sparrows in the dream are so sweet and tempting, but every time they are fed to their mouths, they wake up from the dream......

The stove outside flickered and dimmed, and the room seemed to be filled with a special aroma of barbecue, looking at the dark window, Yan Baodou suddenly wanted to eat the nest of sparrows under the eaves.

This kind of small thing, as long as he brings it up, will definitely be able to do it. Because, he has a special calf mother.

Yan Baodou's mother, Aunt Yan, gave birth to such a precious son in her forties, and she kissed the child to death. Holding it in its mouth for fear of melting, and putting it on its head for fear of falling, Yan Baodou asked for stars, and Aunt Yan immediately went to braided the rope ladder to prepare for the sky.

I don't know what's going on, being so spoiled by Aunt Yan, Yan Baodou is still a very well-behaved and obedient child.

As the saying goes, seven or eight years old is annoying, people don't dislike it, and dogs don't like it.

But this year's seven-year-old Yan Baodou never mischievous, and will never make some "excessive" requirements to his parents, obedient, polite, love to read, can help adults do things at a young age, and the pigs and chickens at home are fed by this distressing little girl.

Usually Uncle Yan and Aunt Yan came back from the field, and Xiao Bu had already boiled porridge and was waiting at the table.

Sometimes Aunt Yan was late playing mahjong outside, and Yan Baodou was worried that she would be afraid when she went home alone, so she pulled Uncle Yan to pick her up.

This child is simply a blessing in the Yan family's life. Aunt Yan praised when she met people in the village: "My family's treasure beans are ......"

Everyone who listened echoed from the bottom of their hearts: "Yes, Aunt Yan, your life is so good, you are old, you have raised such a good son, and you will definitely be able to enjoy great blessings with your son in the future!" ”

The people in the village praised: Lao Yan's ancestor burned high incense and gave birth to such a good son.

Now the good son sat alone in the middle of the night, bent on catching and roasting the nest of sparrows under the eaves of his house, which he treasured......

It's best to sprinkle red chili noodles on top......

It was dark in the room, and the child's eyes gleamed in the darkness with a frightening light.

It was similar to the light in the eyes of a hungry wolf in the mountains at night.

The child went down silently, wearing only a close-fitting vest, and opened the door with bare feet, and groped for the wooden ladder standing by the wall with great precision in the darkness, propped up under the eaves......

A gust of wind blew, and the door closed slowly......

Uncle Yan and Aunt Yan slept soundly......

"Bang dang!"

"Yikes!" An inaudible exclamation...... Under the dim electric light.

The room was deserted.

A beautiful cotton jacket, soft cotton cloth with red characters on a black background, waddled with thick cotton, fine workmanship and fine stitches.

Widow Zhang sat on the kang head, sewed the last few stitches, and tied a knot on the thread.

After sewing this cotton coat for my grandson, I have to sew one for the old man.

This year's weather was already cold, and after a snowfall, it was a little colder, so cold that people didn't even dare to go out. Fortunately, his son and daughter-in-law are filial and often come to see him.

Widow Zhang thought that she hadn't made a new padded jacket for the old man for several years, and she must sew it for him before the Chinese New Year this year.

The old man raised dozens of sheep this winter, and when the year is finished, he will be fattened and sold, and he will have a good year again.

She looked out the dark window and heard the north wind whirring through the lattice.

The days are much better now, compared to the hard days of those years, it is really a heaven and an earth.

It's strange to say, thinking of this, Widow Zhang can't remember how she survived the hard days of those years? How bitter is it?

Those most bitter and difficult memories seemed to be shrouded in darkness, and she couldn't see it clearly, and she couldn't remember it.

Forget it, Widow Zhang smiled bitterly and shook her head, the hard days have passed, why do you have to remember it and recall those unpleasant things every day?

"Knock, knock, knock......"

There was a knock on the door, and in the whistling wind, this gentle knock was no less pleasant than the sound of a fairy.

The old man is back!

Widow Zhang jumped to her feet and ran over to open the door with agility that did not match her age......

The stars and moon were gone, and endless darkness filled her, enveloping her in an instant......

…… Qu Nan's face was solemn.

"What do you mean," he said bitterly, "Yan Baodou, a child of the Yan family, fell to his death in the middle of the night while digging sparrows under the eaves of his house, and was shirtless when he died; Widow Zhang died at home, the cause of death is unknown, and I don't know whose child she sewed a padded jacket for before she died? The other one, the horse ......"

Tian Hua took his words: "Old man Ma fell into the dung pit and died, it's strange to say, the dung pit is not too deep, how can you drown people in the cold of winter?" There is also Widow Zhang, she is the only one in her family, the old man has died a long time ago, her son and daughter-in-law both died in a car accident last year, and she didn't even leave a child, who did she make a padded jacket for? ”

He shook his head: "I've asked all the people in the village, and no one has asked her to help make a padded jacket." ”

The fat monkey interjected: "Even if there is, Widow Zhang is dead, and people don't dare to admit this dress because they are unlucky." ”

Tian Hua nodded: "That's right." ”

Qu Nan was silent, his eyes looking at the spirit shed in the distance.

Above the shed, a gray cloud evaporated and changed shapes in the air.