Wei Shu lowered her body, the whole person seemed to blend into the night and the breeze, and listened attentively to the movement in the room, and the voice of the voice gradually reached her ears:

“…… Alas, poor people, the good people are gone, and it is really a disaster. ”

This is an elderly woman talking, with a very strong sadness in her voice, and her voice trembles, as if there is a sound of crying.

"Mother, sit down...... Sit down and talk again, don't get tired. Another middle-aged man's voice sounded, obviously the old woman's son, but the man didn't seem to have a lot of breath, and his voice was slightly panting:

"Alas, where did Lao Jin go? I've searched everywhere, and they all said I didn't see it......

Before he could say a word, the man coughed lowly, his wheezing voice mixed with a murky noise, as Wei Shu guessed, he was a sick person.

The coughing sound was just as long as the voice of a middle-aged woman came closely, but it was to persuade the man in front of him: "The child and his father, you drink saliva, don't be anxious, let's wait and see, maybe Brother Erjin will come back after a while." ”

It seems that this is a family of three, and listening to its tone, this family and Jin Gui's mother and son must also be familiar with each other, and now the family is staying in the Jin family, and their words and actions are natural, which shows that the relationship between the two families is close, and the owner is not there, and they can also enter the house by themselves.

As soon as the wife had spoken, there was a rustling sound in the room, as if she were moving chairs and stools, and the cups, and then the old woman in front stopped crying, and asked in a trembling voice:

"In the middle of the night, I was in a trance and heard Mrs. Zhang say something, saying that her noble baby is going to Yinyu Street to do something for a living. My son, have you looked for it on Silver Felt Street? ”

Mrs. Zhang? Zhang's?

Wei Shu's heart tightened.

Jin Gui's mother's surname is Zhang.

The middle-aged man coughed Fang Ping, and when he heard the words at this time, he said unsteadily: "Mother, I have been looking for him, but no one has seen him." ”

"Alas, why is there no shadow of this child, he hasn't even seen the last face...... the old woman whispered in a dumb voice, and then cried mournfully, like a bean lamp shaking, just like Wei Shu's sinking heart.

Just these words have revealed many things, but she still holds the last ray of hope, with the thought of "not necessarily as I think", and takes a step forward.

The night breeze suddenly rose, the starlight of the ditch was scattered, and the shadow of the candle leaking from the grass house made the darkness around the area thicker, and I don't know when, there was already an extra shadow in the thick darkness.

The three of them still didn't notice the instantaneous changes outside the house, and they still sat around the only board bed in the hut, each sighing and weeping. On the bed lay a thin-haired old woman, with blue face and purple lips, and she was lifeless.

Wei Shu stared at it, and found that this old woman should have been picked up by someone, her head and face were wiped clean, although there were many patches on her dress, it was also very smooth, and the creases on it were quite new, and it was obvious that she had just taken it out of the box.

In addition, there was a rattan cane next to the old woman's grass pillow, which she thought was usually supported by her, and it had been wiped clean at this time. And she lay flat on the board bed with a rattan cane, looking peaceful, as if she were asleep.

If you ignore the abrasions on her forehead and cheeks, and the obvious sunken sternum, she is no different from the old people who are dying.

The family of three sitting around was dressed in linen shoes and haggard, and the old woman was gray-haired and weeping; The younger man next to him was sallow-faced, and he was sighing incessantly; His wife, who was the most energetic of the three, was also sad and tired at this time.

"I really shouldn't ask Mrs. Zhang's ...... too much" The old woman cried again at this time, the old tears in her cloudy eyes were full of tears, and her face revealed a trace of remorse:

"She was waiting for Guiwa'er to wait anxiously, I said that, where can she still sit still, she has to go to the intersection to wait, but her eyes can't see......"

She choked and stopped, her gray hair trembling under the candle, as if she was extremely remorseful.

Her daughter-in-law persuaded her: "Mother, how can I blame you? That mother-in-law Zhang originally liked to go to the intersection and wait for Brother Jin to come home, and we often persuaded her, which time did she hear about us again? How many times do you not stand outside the door on any other day? ”

As she spoke, she also reddened her eyes, wiped the corners of her eyes and said, "If you want to blame it, blame this God, I didn't let us suffer like this again." No one expected that there would be people riding horses in that place, and when they knocked down people, they didn't say that they would stop and take a look, but they even stepped on their horses again, and smack! What a beast ......"

"You can be quiet...... Ahem, ahem, ahem......" The man suddenly coughed violently, his whole face flushed from suffocation, but he still struggled to hiss and interrupted his wife, gasping:

“…… Don't say it again, that's the servant of Master Zackshan's family, and Master Zackshan has just been promoted, let's cough cough...... Where can we afford to mess with ......?"

After finishing his sentence, he was already coughing and bent over, and his wife hurriedly picked up the water bowl next to his lips and brought it to his lips to feed him, but she didn't have the heart to speak anymore.

The room was silent, the candles were faintly lit, and a few barking dogs could be heard in the distance, but there was no other sound.

The night gradually deepened, the candle flame in the hut had been extinguished at some point, the stars on the horizon faded, and the night became more and more silent......

………………

Three days later, on the day of the Magic Lantern Festival, it was a spring cloudy weather.

A few points of rain fell at dawn, but fortunately the rain stopped in the second half of the day, and the wind was strong in the evening, and the clouds covered the moon, and the sky was not too bad, and many people in the White Frost City gathered on the bank of the Canghe River to put lamps and pray for blessings.

After a while, the tens of millions of lotus lamps floated on the surface of the river, the prostitution alley and the boat boat returned, the colored candles were colorful, the light and shadow were burning, the prostitutes sang and danced, and the fat powder wandered, but it was like the stars falling for nine days, and the Milky Way was hanging upside down, but it was the dark wind and high night of the month, and it also turned into a noisy and sleepless sky.

Giller's carriage traveled along the river, leaning against the window and looking out, seeing the majesty of the horse team in front and behind, and the bright candles in the river, as if walking between the lights of thousands of homes, her complexion was illuminated by the river lamp, bright and extinguished, sometimes cloudy and sometimes sunny.

He Zhuo knelt beside Giller, carefully glanced at her complexion, then held the milk tea with honey in front of her eyes, and said softly: "Master, it will be here in a while, you can take a sip of tea to moisten your throat first." ”

Gilles twisted his eyebrows and twisted his face to let go of the teacup, only raised his chin and said, "Let it go." ”

After speaking, he raised his cheeks and looked at the river scene outside the window, and his face showed a look of concern: "What's going on?" Why is the road blocked by a good child? Who's messing around there? ”

She said that her eyebrows were slightly raised, and she pulled up the curtain with a "brush", only to feel that the excitement outside was really unbearable, and the noise made her upset.