As my father walked back with a pile of medicines, he kept thinking about the man named Dimitri. () In terms of generation, my father is a generation below him, but he is about the same age. Dimitri told his father not to embarrass the housekeeper, and let the housekeeper not be troubled. Then Dimitri took the keys from the butler's hand, examined them cursoryly, and opened the door with one of them. Inside the door, my father seemed to see Jill's laboratory: inside was a warehouse full of jars and jars, either filled with colorful granules or purified potions.

Thirty-two oak barrels were placed on the ground, filled with barley wine and tequila. In a series of wars between Salander and Rhodok, the agave produced in Salander was brought back to the mountains by the Rhodocs, and after successful trials in some places where the sun and latitude were suitable, the agave soon became a new spirit, and was unanimously praised by alcoholics in various countries. When drinking alcohol, you have to go through the following procedure: clench your fist, sprinkle a pinch of salt in the socket of the finger curled up by the index finger, suck the salt into your mouth while drinking, then cut a lemon, squeeze the juice of half a lemon into your mouth, and finally swallow a whole glass of tequila in a salty and sour taste stimulus. This exciting, somewhat over-the-top method of drinking often becomes the last ritual of the drunkard's struggle, and a drinker who can survive three rounds can win a full house without having to pay for the evening drink.

My father was just looking around for some of the potions Wright had told him, and Dimitri was rummaging through them for something good and handing them to my father. My father asked him, "Looks like you're familiar with this place." ”

Dimitri buried his head in search of an ointment that would speed up the healing of his bones, and said without raising his head: "When I was sick, I always came to find medicine to eat." ”

Dimitri then took a bucket full of liquor from an empty leather bag and told his father that it would be used to sterilize the scissors and surgical knives used to cut off rotten meat.

My father looked at the butler in surprise, and didn't know why Gui was the lord's younger brother, and he had to do this kind of thing himself. Dimitri was a sturdy lad, and in stature he followed the old lord, not his weak mother, who died young.

After his father had had enough of what he needed, Dimitri motioned for the butler to close the door, but the butler was already a little impatient, repeating that he still had some miscellaneous items to deal with, and now it was all delayed. Dimitri listened silently, and at last interrupted the chattering butler, saying, "I regret delaying your business. But our relatives now have something to ask us to help with, and if you neglect it, the mistress of the White Dove Valley is intimate with your most beloved lord's wife, and you are to blame it. ”

The butler then shut up.

The father was taken back to the bedroom by Dimitri, who went to the door and bowed in greeting, and then left, like an old man. The father put the potion on the table, complaining with some dissatisfaction about the negligence of the servants here. Wright, on the other hand, thought of the anger he had suffered in his mother's family, and he knew that powerful families had always been extremely powerful in dealing with people outside the family, and the two people who had rivalries within these families were often even more incompatible. It is clear that this Dimitri is deeply ostracized and hated by his brother and sister-in-law. Wright remembered that the veteran had told him that any internal conflict should be carefully observed in case of emergency. Of course, Wright did not rush to tell his father when he saw the results, he was afraid that if something leaked out, the finger would be pointed at him, and he decided to wait until his father came to ask him in person, so that he could share the information with his friends without getting angry. People who gossip privately don't end well.

The father went to take care of Rhine instead.

Wright sat by the window and watched the endless golden plains meet the pure blue sky on the horizon, and heard my father gently remove Rhine's clothes and drugged her behind her.

"This kid kept talking nonsense when you left and just fell asleep."

"Oh, what did she say?"

"Bit by bit, she said she was on the prairie, and she saw her Abba or something. Is that Kazak his Abba? ”

"I don't know, when she recovers, ask her."

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"Yes."

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"Why don't you speak, Wright."

"If this little girl tells the truth, she probably won't live to live next week."

"What's wrong? Was her injury so severe? ”

"Yesterday she was almost a pile of minced meat. Flesh and blood, when you picked her up, I saw it, you just don't know where to start. ”

"The dog thief, I'll kill him."

"If you're going, remember to take me with you." Wright squinted out the window.

At this time, Rhine coughed and coughed up a small blood bubble from her mouth, which exploded and stained her face. Father wrung the towel and wiped her clean.

"But isn't she alive, and if she can survive these few days, she will be fine."

"Don't you think it's strange she's still alive?"

"Well, I thought she had been trampled to death by a horse yesterday, my poor little Rhine."

"Have you ever heard of 'Blue Moon'?"

"Nope."

Wright had heard the veteran talk about this legendary thing, and just now, just as he was surprised by Rhine's tenacious survivability, he heard Rhine say: "Blue Moon... Eat... It's just like... Abba can be together... Prairie · ·

Wright wondered if Rhine had taken the drug and didn't die instantly. So he tried to talk to Rhine and ask about something. But he got intermittent fragments of information, but he roughly knew the outline of this matter, Rhine ate the pill that someone had prepared for Kazak, and followed Kazak on the road to death.

Thinking of this, Wright let out a breath and went back to tell my father some legends about the Blue Moon.

Rhine kept his eyes closed, his fists clenched, and he fought the darkness alone in his chaotic consciousness.

The fruit trees in the courtyard are full of fruits, and the fragrance wafts through the night. In the middle of the night, his father and Wright carefully bandaged Rhine, who looked much better than when he first brought him back. In the soft moonlight, my father suddenly had a gloomy feeling, what should Rhine do if he was really gone. Wright said that the medicine was so strange, that he would die of natural causes within fifteen days, and if Rhine really took this medicine, wouldn't it be ·······

Rhine's face was reduced to only two eyes, a nose and a mouth exposed, and his nose occasionally inhaled and moved, carefully like the nose of a newborn fawn. There was constant oozing of blood pus from the linen bandage. The father carefully dipped the towel clean, and Wright washed the dirty towel that his father handed over, washing out the basins of blood.

"With so much blood, it can't be shed anymore, this little guy is going to drain."

When the moon was hidden in the blinding light of dawn, Rhine's condition finally stabilized, and his father, who had been tired all night, fell asleep by the window. Wright himself took on the task of wiping Rhine's wounds.

Wright remembered that according to the words of the veteran, the people who ate the blue moon were actually no longer afraid of ordinary diseases, and the life potential of these people had been completely stimulated. In the last moment, what we need to do is to provide fuel for life, so that life can burn, and it is no longer possible to try to save lives fundamentally with drugs.

Wright walked out, went straight past the servants, and walked to the old man who was leading the horse: "Uncle, please cook a pot of two wheat porridge, boil it with barley mixed with wheat, and preferably add some sugar." "The old man had received instructions from Dimitri the night before: to do his best to fulfill the wishes of his father and Wright. The old man felt that Wright's request was very reasonable, and he answered with a smile and went to prepare.

The father watched in confusion as Wright led the old man over with a pot of porridge.

"This child is so weak, can he eat it these days?"

"Yes. I added sugar, and my child loves this rice porridge the most. Wright affirmed.

My father took an enamel bowl and used a wooden spoon to scoop the brightest porridge along the edge of the pot, and carefully gathered half a bowl. Then I changed to a small iron spoon, tasted a little by myself, felt that it was not sweet, added a pinch of sugar, and stirred it with a spoon. Then the father began to feed Rhine porridge, at this time the father felt that he was a fool, Rhine's mouth was tightly closed in the bandage, how to feed it.

Wright stood aside, silent.

At this time, the outside world is full of colors, and the whole world is in the joy of harvest, and the golden joy spreads from the easternmost sand dunes of the continent to the westernmost forests, and from the northernmost snowfields of the continent to the southernmost beaches. The whole world is filled with the fragrant melody of hope, and Rhine struggles to live in a small window. To be alive is also a struggle.

Father was embarrassed to hold the spoon, when scooping the porridge full of spoons, the father blew for a long time, afraid of burning Rhine, and now, because he didn't know how to feed Rhine, he held the spoon for a long time at a loss, and a little worried, afraid that the spoon of porridge would be cold.

Poor Rhine, I wonder if she now knows that the colorful world outside is drifting away from her. Just because of a promise that she trusted herself, she paid with her life to follow. A child's promise is sometimes really a contract with life.

My father felt Rhine with all his heart, endless pain, endless doubts. These feelings filled my father's heart, and he was afraid to continue to tempt.

Suddenly, his father became suspicious, he felt a struggle, and then his father felt a bright light that brightened over the thousand layers of morning glow, and Rhine opened his eyes! Rhine's eyes were bright and filled with tears. Looking at his father's clumsy spoon steadily, Rhine's tears soaked the bandages on his face, Rhine's lips trembled slightly, and he opened a small mouth with great difficulty.

His father's spoon gave Rhine the fuel of life.

Blue Moon.

Rhine looked at the blue moon in the sky, and she suddenly saw her future, sleeping deeply in the velvety world of soft death.

From night to day, Rhine recovered. Wright frowned, knowing it was an illusion. The father deceived himself and comforted himself, maybe Rhine did not take the poison, maybe Rhine was really recovering. My father often hallucinated to see Rhine dancing and dancing with a healthy body in the empty hall of the house. When his father was alarmed while he was fascinated by what he was watching, Rhine disappeared at once, leaving only the pitiful little little man who was in front of the windowsill and staring at the white clouds outside the window with his eyes in a daze.

In the past few days, my father has been feeding Rhine with food, cleaning her wounds, and wiping her body.

While doing this, her father told Rhine to take her back to the White Dove Valley, where he would make room for Rhine to let Jill's mother take care of her, and then go home when she was asleep; His father told Rhine that every spring he took him to see the market towns of the Suno people on the plains, and he told Rhine that those market towns were full of circuses from all over the world, and even the most amazing magic trick of escape from a cage; His father told Rhine the story of his grandfather, who happily said that when his grandfather wanted to take a group of mountain tenant farmers to the northern plains, he was beaten to the ground with a stick. My father imitated my grandfather's exaggerated tone, 'Haven't you tasted how sweet the water is?' Don't you see how strong the wheat here is? Don't you know that my lamb is about to give birth? ’

As she said this, Rhine had her eyes closed most of the time, she had no strength, and the blue moon released the light of her remaining life, which was about to dim.

But his father knew that Rhine was listening, and he could "feel" that Rhine was yearning for those prosperous scenes, expecting an exciting magic, and being amused by his grandfather's bad luck.

Until one day, my father saw Rhine open his eyes.

"I want to... Get out... Look"

"Want to go out and have a look?"

Rhine slowly closed his eyes, slowly drooped back and forth, and then closed them again. The father watched this slow movement for a long time before he realized that Rhine was blinking and nodding.

Father brought a small bench and gently put Rhine into it, and Rhine gently leaned against the sun-warmed earthen wall, and was dozed off by the sun. Father sat on the ground and watched Rhine look at the sky, high and far.

The father quietly told Rhine that in the east of the plains, the farmers had begun to reap the year's happiness with their sickles. The people there sang beautiful songs and the birds chirped.

Rhine occasionally said a word or two, but it didn't make any sense at all. Rhine is getting sleepy, and Rhine can't do it anymore.

My father was afraid that Rhine would go like this, so he kept talking. But her father was afraid of disturbing her, and he did not dare to speak out. It's like a whispered confession. Father cried as he watched Rhine listen to him with all his might.

"Sleep, sleep when you're tired." My father burst into tears.

"How stupid, I don't think much about it when I eat that kind of thing, that horse is so fierce and rushes over, my stupid Rhine."

A hand, raised. The father was covering his face and crying, and he saw that his hand had been trying to lift up and falling weakly. Rhein!

The father went and grabbed Rhine's fallen hand.

Rhine's mouth was moving, and his father leaned in to listen.

"I... Know... You... And finally... Will come, so... I... Not at all... Fear. ”

Father hugged Rhine, wanting to hear more words. But Rhine couldn't control his lips anymore, and the last statement just now burned out Rhine.

Outside the quiet window in the afternoon, nettles crawl all over the mottled walls, rolling beautiful green shadows around the iron windows. The white clouds floated safely, the wheat was covered and yellow, and the breeze caressed it, bringing up layers of wheat waves, but it couldn't push the windmills on the plain, and the windmills creaked and rattled monotonously. Farther afield, peasant children hunt for all kinds of insects in the pond, and these children cheer about their childhood in the green and yellow fields.

In the afternoon, everything was fine.

In the early afternoon, Rhine of Kugit died in my father's arms.

Many years later, he remembered Rhine's words, "I knew you would come eventually, so I wasn't afraid at all." ”

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