After a few days of living in the poor life of the bearded man's house, I found that this life was so happy! Except for the days when I first woke up, I couldn't move, and my speech always made Aunt Bai scratch my head, and soon I was able to move freely on the bed, I tried to sit up with my elbows to support myself, and I mastered this skill instantly. I excitedly called the white lady who was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, she looked at me in surprise, praised me vigorously, and praised me again after praising my beard. I think Aunt Bai is really the most talkative person I have ever met in my life, compared to those in the palace who use whiskers and horses as a means of making a living, but it is not bad at all, every day coaxes me very happy, and then I will be more energetic, like a child, I sit up when I have nothing to do, lie down when I am tired, and then keep moving on the bed, Aunt Bai said that it is like a caterpillar in the vegetable field. I laughed, and my voice sounded like a sharp hairpin scratching a stone, and if my father scolded me when I was a child, I would do it in my life.

One night, I dreamed of the past again, I dreamed that I was still very young, naughty running, accidentally stepping on the skirt of my father's favorite concubine Qi, she cried in front of my father, saying that I bumped into her and startled the child in her belly. Then my father was angry, blushing, saying that he was going to hand me over to the bearded general, and then suddenly hugged me high, I cried and begged my father, but I looked down and found that my father's red face had become rough and fat, and it was covered with a long beard, and my father had become the bearded general I hated the most! He gradually approached me, and I knew that he was going to rub my little face again, so I grabbed his beard, scolded him loudly, and struggled hard, but because the disparity in strength was too great, I could not use my strength at all, and gradually I got tired, and finally I fell asleep without doing anything.

The next day, I opened my eyes and saw a man I didn't know looking at me, I turned around and wanted to call Aunt Bai, and suddenly reacted that this is not a beard! But the beard was no longer bearded, his chin was bare, and there was a dark scar on the left side of his face. Aunt Bai was also there, with a face full of embarrassment, explaining that I had a nightmare last night, crying and making trouble, and the bearded man hurriedly came to the bedside to see me, but I grabbed my beard and scratched my face again. I blushed when I heard this, and looked at the "bearded" apologetically, I can't call it that anymore, and now it's properly the "Scar Man". The latter, with no expression on his face, was holding my hand and touching my injured joint.

"Although my sister-in-law had a terrible nightmare last night, my wrist is indeed much better, and I feel a lot more strength, so it is better to start doing some activities that are conducive to the recovery of my wrist today, and it will be better faster." Far from being happy, I became even more sad.

Anyway, it is usually Aunt Bai who serves by my side, and it is rare to see the scar man, he often goes out before dawn, and comes back when the moon rises, and every time he comes back, he returns with a full load. I pride myself on seeing many children with good hunting skills, but perhaps because they only regard hunting as a hobby, and no one uses it as a means of making a living, it is rare to have such a harvest in a day, and even fewer have such a harvest every day. Not only that, from the mouth of Aunt Bai, I know that he is proficient in medical skills, and all my medicines are prescribed by him, so I ask my aunt to go to the pharmacy in the town to buy them, some of the medicinal herbs are not in the shop, and he picks them from the mountains himself. I knew he wasn't an ordinary person, but I was in prison myself, so I couldn't care about it anymore, so I had to trust him all.

One afternoon, I was sitting on the bed exercising my wrists according to the technique taught by the scar man, but I saw him hurrying back, panting, and when he saw me, he stopped and asked him what was wrong. Of course, I had to ask "ahhhh

"Where's Aunt Bai?" He asked anxiously.

"Ahh I said, pointing in the direction behind me.

He hurried to the back room, and then I only heard the cry of the white lady.

I separated from Aunt Bai after hugging her head and crying. Her unruly son died in the end, gambling in an underground bank, losing even the last pair of underpants, and crashing to his death against the wall. I'm not innocent, why am I so sad, I've never even seen Aunt Bai's son of a loser, even if I did, I would say that such a person deserves to die, it's better to have such a son than not. But when Aunt Bai howled loudly in front of me: "Madame, Madam, I am also a person who has no son, and there is no son in me, and there is no child in me." Tears flowed down so involuntarily. I didn't cry when I found out that my first concubine Hongxing went out of the wall, I didn't cry when my second concubine betrayed me, I didn't cry on the way to kiss, and I didn't hold back a few tears when I had my wrists and ankles cut off because it hurt too much. But it's been a long time since I've cried like this, and I'm really crying sadly.

For several days after Aunt Bai went back, I didn't try to sit up, nor moved on the bed anymore, except for eating, drinking, and trying my best to take care of myself, I no longer did anything laborious, and at one point I found that I hadn't even looked at the scar man for several days, and even his appearance was blurred in my memory. He didn't try to persuade me anything, and I even hoped that he would teach me some more past and future philosophies like last time. He only left early and returned late, but he no longer left before dawn and came back at night. I happen to be awake every time he goes out, and I haven't slept when I come back. One morning, I woke up and ate the food he had left for me, but seeing that he had not left, I finally said the first thing in the past few days: "Ahhhhhhh (Are you resting?) But he turned his head and looked at me suspiciously: "What did you say?" I was stunned for a long time, making sure that this was the first time he hadn't understood me.

I saw him go out the door alone, a little lost and retracted into the covers, only to see the broken wooden door open again in a moment, and I saw the sight again: he stood against the light, straight, with one crutch in each hand......

"Why don't you try to go out and have a look, the scenery in the mountains is very good." He just stood like that, waiting for my response, giving me the illusion that if I neither refused nor agreed, he would always be standing there. But how could he be standing there all the time? He also had to go out hunting, collect medicine, and live. So I just hesitated for a moment, and then immediately nodded in agreement.

He came to me, and before I could straighten up, he lifted me up from my back with one hand and lifted me sideways. Gently putting my feet on the ground, I struggled to hold him with both hands to keep my balance. He put the crutches under my armpits, let me hold them on my hands, and taught me to use force. While supporting me, he encouraged me to move forward. This adobe house is so small, so small. I felt that I had only walked a few steps to the door, but at the end of the step, I felt that it was farther away than the easternmost and westernmost parts of Miyagi. I mustered all my strength and ran over the last low threshold. The daylight outside was so bright that I felt as if I had never seen the sun before.

It's so beautiful, isn't it the rising sun in the east in the distance?

"That, girl?"

I was soaking up the beauty of the rebirth and looked at the scar man a little impatiently, but he was moving a chaise longue and said, "You've been standing long enough, and I've made you a chaise longue, would you like to lie down and watch the beautiful view?" "I looked at him, I had never seen him in such a gloomy place. At this time, he was smiling, his edges and corners were more yin without a beard, but his eyebrows and eyes were soft, which matched his warm and jade-like voice a lot, but the scar on the left side of his face was not like that.

He moved the chair in front of me and said to himself, "Don't look at me, girl, I know that I don't look good, and I will be scary." "I always felt that he had something to say, and if I had had a good argument with him before, now I am silent. I looked at the chaise longue and thought that I could lie on it leisurely and enjoy the scenery in the mountains, so I lost my crutch and wanted to lie down. But I forgot that it was the first time I had walked since I was injured, and I couldn't hold it for a moment, so I fell to the side. Before I could exclaim, Scar Man grabbed me and picked me up and put me on the recliner. I just felt a little dizzy at that moment, and I blamed this man for being too rude.

I just lay on it comfortably, looking at the woods and grass in the mountains, and the crows flying in the air. Scar Man also sat on the ground next to me, smiling and asking me if it was beautiful here. "'Hey'" (It's beautiful.) I tried to pronounce it, trying to tell him that it was really beautiful. "Did you notice that you seem to be recovering well?" He asked me. Absent-mindedly, I replied, "Ahhhh (Thank you.) ）

Suddenly, the grass in the distance noticed Suosuo's movement, and I pointed there excitedly, and the scar man ran over, and in a moment grabbed a pheasant from the grass. He was a little lost: "It's not an unusual thing, it's just a pheasant." I looked at the pheasant's bald tail feathers, with no color or shine, and was silent for a long time, until the scar man called me, "Girl?" I immediately smiled, I asked him to put the pheasant away, and said happily, how is it not unusual, how beautiful, I think it is better than the phoenix. I said this for a long time, very vaguely, and my voice was hoarse, but after hearing this, the scar man retracted the expression he had just lost, and put the pheasant in my arms with a smile, "If you like it, then keep it, so that you can watch it every day." I happily hugged the fluttering pheasant, but a faint sentence sounded in my ears: "You can eat it when you are fattened." ”