The night was like a curtain, and the small mountain village at the foot of the mountain was immersed in darkness.

The autumn rain outside the window is pouring non-stop.

Inside the window, a lamp is like a bean. A middle-aged woman, with a dignified face and peaceful eyebrows, was sitting at the table, staring at the oil lamp in a daze. The thumb of his left hand rubbed back and forth on his right hand from time to time, as if he was anxiously waiting for something. A red jade bracelet on the wrist of his right hand was crystal clear in the light, shining from time to time.

Suddenly, a loud and powerful cry of a baby broke the silence of the hut.

The middle-aged woman rose to the ground.

Following the door of the wing, an old woman in her sixties walked out, holding a baby wrapped in cloth in her arms, "Congratulations, Madame, you gave birth to a big fat boy!" handed over the baby, turned around and entered the wing.

The middle-aged woman carefully took the baby and looked at it with love in her eyes.

"Oh no, no. Madam!" said the old woman with an anxious face, "I am afraid that the mother will bleed too much." ”

The middle-aged woman held the baby in her arms and hurriedly walked into the wing.

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After a long time, the middle-aged woman came out with the baby in her arms, sat down on the chair in a dejected manner, and said hoarsely: "Qingya, come in!"

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged man pushed the door in, only to see that he was about forty years old, tall, sturdy, and dignified.

"Master, Lan'er?"

The middle-aged woman suddenly burst into tears and couldn't cry.

"Woo, my daughter, God!" the middle-aged man cried loudly, and was about to rush to the wing, but after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped there, and grabbed his hands upwards like crazy.

"Lan'er took a step first and went to accompany the master. The middle-aged woman soothed her emotions and paused, "Qingya, now is not the time to be sad, Lan'er's future affairs have her own affairs." Quick, the carriage is outside, you take the kids now, get out of here!"

The middle-aged man suddenly stopped crying, wiped his tears, said "yes", and stepped forward to pick up the baby.

The baby clenched his hands and was sleeping deeply, the fabric shook, and the baby just showed his right wrist, only to see a pale red birthmark on the wrist, like a small petal.

Then I heard a neighing of horses outside the room, and the wheels were clattering, and they galloped eastward.

The middle-aged woman walked to the front of the house, looked in the direction of the carriage, was stunned for a while, and murmured: "Master, Lan'er, may you bless this poor child in the spirit of heaven! ”

A bright flash, followed by a crisp "click", as if to tear the entire canopy open, and then the darkness returned.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier.