Chapter 604

gave her a little food, but as a result, Aunt Zhao died of illness within a month. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After that, no one in the town dared to pay attention to her. "Good girl, it's not so evil, is it?" Lu Xiaofeng muttered.

"Whoever says it isn't, I don't believe it, but everyone in the town says so, and no one dares to disbelieve it. Purple Butterfly smiled a little helplessly, and her smile was full of bitterness.

Not noticing Zi Die's expression, Lu Xiaofeng felt that the gap in his heart was too big.

He looked a little distracted and slowly moved towards the West House, and said as he walked, "I'm a little tired, go into the house and lie down for a while." ”

"Also, it's no wonder that I'm not tired when I carry such heavy rice and oil and run so quickly. ”

Zi Die didn't pay much attention to Lu Xiaofeng's current demeanor, standing in the stove room and talking to his back while busy. Put the pig food, sweep the yard, turn around flexibly, and be nimble with hands and feet.

Zi Die put her basket on her shoulder, and then explained to Lu Xiaofeng.

"I'll go up the mountain to pick some wild vegetables and come back, you stay at home, if it's boring, go around for a few days, don't go too far, this mountain is not as good as the city, it's not safe." ”

Zidie muttered, for fear that Lu Xiaofeng would not understand.

While nodding, Lu Xiaofeng had a faint happiness in his heart, how did he feel, how did these words look like the scene in those novels, when his wife was going out, telling her husband?

Standing by the door of the West House, looking at the different and innocent smile of Zi Die when she left, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but feel a wave in her heart.

He cursed himself, didn't dare to stay longer, and turned around and walked towards the Westinghouse.

Lying on his back on the bed covered with thick straw, Lu Xiaofeng stared blankly at the old pine beams on the roof, the little spirit bird that was working hard to spin silk nets, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

This is really ridiculous, how could a woman as charming and beautiful as Ye Feiye end up with such a miserable fate?

Her father and brother went into the mountains to hunt and encountered a herd of tigers, which was a complete accident, and her mother fell ill due to depression and eventually died, which was also caused by heart disease.

The guy named Sun Yunyang in the conference hall obviously drank too much alcohol and caused stomach bleeding, and if he was treated in time, he would definitely not die.

There is also the Aunt Zhao who helped Ye Feiye, the eldest lady who was sick as soon as she was clear, and she died of illness for a long time, how could she have anything to do with Ye Feiye?

Linking all the unexpected deaths with Ye Feiye, I really don't know what the villagers in this town think.

This small mountain town, which is almost cut off from the outside world, is really not ordinary backwardness, feudalism, and ignorance!

Looking at the little moth on the roof beam that was trapped by cobwebs and couldn't help struggling, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly felt that Ye Feiye was very similar to it, and the spider silk trapped in it was like the villagers in the town, keeping the old feudal superstitious thoughts.

Chapter 008

Chapter 013

The more I thought about it, the more depressed I felt, and Lu Xiaofeng fell asleep unconsciously.

"Lu Xiaofeng, it's time to eat!" In a daze, Lu Xiaofeng seemed to hear Purple Butterfly and called him outside.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Lu Xiaofeng looked at the sky outside the window with fascination.

As the sun sets, the fiery red sunset enters the house through the gaps between the roof and the doors and windows, turning into a series of brilliant rays that crisscross and weave, giving him a sense of being in a hazy dream.

"Oh, it's coming!" Lu Xiaofeng replied lazily and rolled over from the bed and got up.

Moving his neck while stepping on his slippers, he walked towards the main hall. Before I arrived at the main hall, a burst of the rich fragrance of wild vermilion fruit came to my face.

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but stir his nostrils and sniffed twice, "Purple Butterfly, the vermilion fruit you cooked is so fragrant! ”

"What's fragrant about Zhuguo, the main thing is that the oil you bought back at noon is good, if you use the rapeseed oil that you used to squeeze yourself at home, it won't be so fragrant and delicious. ”

"Look like you've just woken up, go wash your face before eating. ”

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll wash it after eating. Lu Xiaofeng is not very polite to Zidie now, sitting on the long wooden bench in front of the Yashen table, picking up the dishes and chopsticks and eating.

Zi Die helped Lu Xiaofeng fill a bowl of Zhuguo soup with a soup spoon and sent it to him, and then put another bowl into another empty bowl.

"You eat first, I'll bring a bowl to my aunt so that she can also taste it, it's been a long time since the family has used such good oil and rice to cook. ”

"What does this have to do with oil and rice, the wild vermilion fruit you pick is fresh, if you use this wild vermilion fruit stew, it will definitely taste fresher and more beautiful.

Wow, no, I'm hungry thinking about it, and tomorrow I'll have to go to the town and buy some fresh meat. Purple Butterfly, do you have any of the vermilion fruits you picked?"

"There are a lot of them in Zhuguo Mountain, but if you want to buy meat, you have to wait until the first and fifteenth days of the new year, and the town is in a hurry to buy it. ”

"What time is the beginning of today?" "It seems to be the twelfth day of the sixth month of the lunar calendar." Purple Butterfly said as she walked into Baby Anne's house.

Lu Xiaofeng, who was blowing with hot soup, faintly heard the sound of talking from Anne's baby house.

"Purple Butterfly, it's the good oil and good rice that Lu Xiaofeng bought with a monthly pass, right?"

"Well, Auntie, he said he couldn't get used to eating the original brown rice at home. ”

"Alas, it's no wonder that our people in the mountains are poor, but, Zidie, people are looking at our family as poor, and they are changing their ways to help us, and we have to keep this love in mind. ”

"I know, auntie. ”

"It's good to know, it's good to know. ”

"Auntie, in the afternoon, Lu Xiaofeng asked me about Ye Feiye in the town. ”

"Purple Butterfly, then you have to tell him, don't provoke that pure yin body.

When a man touches that pure yin body, he will be unlucky. A person like Lu Xiaofeng is so good-hearted, we can't let that pure yin body be harmed. ”

"Hmm!" Hearing this, Lu Xiaofeng shook his head with a wry smile a little helplessly, and drank a bowl of delicious stewed wild vermilion fruit soup while it was hot.

After soaking in fresh soup and eating three bowls of soup and rice, Lu Xiaofeng burped.

Alone in the sunset. He was the only one in the sunset, and he was the only one left in the heaven and earth.

Thousands of miles away, even the sunset seems to have changed color due to loneliness, turning into an empty and desolate gray-white.

It's the same with his people.

He was not alone;

Man, woman, uncle, child, beautiful girl, funny fat, tall, short......

Their eyes were as black as ink, and their skin was pale as snow.

They're clay dolls!

He's moving forward. He walked slowly, but he didn't make it, and even if there was danger ahead, he would never make it.

Where is he going to take his children?

He didn't know, he didn't even think about it!

Night finally covered the land.

There were no lights, no candles, no fire, only darkness.

Like the "life" he created, he hated darkness and loneliness, but darkness is like danger, and sometimes it cannot be avoided!

Now that darkness has come, what about the danger?

In the deathly darkness and silence, a melodious string music suddenly came from the wind in the distance.

At this moment, in this situation, this music sounds like fairy music from the sky.

But when he heard the music, his empty eyes suddenly showed a strange expression. Whatever it is, it will never be a joyful expression.

What kind of music is Xianle? No one has ever heard it!

But if there is something that makes people feel like their minds have melted, and even that they want to indulge in it forever, they will think that this music is fairy music.

Now that he had come here, what was the front? Was the danger ahead? Of course, there was danger in his eyes, and the imitation that followed his ears was death.

It is said that the appearance of clay figurines was made out of the need for devotion.

Although they symbolize danger, they also embody his persistence in life!

When it was early spring, this was a small city by the sea, and the snow on the top of the distant mountain was still thick, but the oleander flowers had bloomed on both sides of the streets in the city.

When the first rays of sunlight shone on Lu Xiaofeng's face through the window, the child, who grew up at the bottom of the sea, jumped up from the bed with a "poof". The first thing he did was to take the clay puppet off the stage in a hurry.

Sister Xiaoxiang Dong'er once promised him that if he slept well at night and didn't make noise to others, he would get up early today, and the cute clay puppet would belong to him.