This fire kiln is where the blacksmith usually works. I like it very much. I hand over the water and sweat from behind the blacksmith. At this time, the blacksmith would always rest for a while, pick me up and put it on his knee, and caressed my blonde hair lovingly. The blacksmith said that thank you, I didn't feel tired at all at this time.
The blacksmith's big hands were very rough, and the back of his hands were covered with numb spots burned by splashing sparks, but his palms were very soft, and it was very comfortable and warm on my face. I just don't like his beard, it was itchy and painful when he was tied to his face.
But when the blacksmith died, he would never pick me up and turn around again, would never bring me exquisite cakes, nor would he take me to the mountains to chase the gray-white hare with short tail on the snowy winter day. I was very sad, but it could not be saved.
So I tied the blacksmith's neck, arms, legs, and the other end of the rope tightly with a rope hanging high on the wooden frame where the horseshoe was nailed. He kept his iron striking as before, his eyes were full of grim eyes, his eyebrows were tense, and he swung the huge hammer in his hand and hit the red iron bar in front of him. Mars splattered everywhere, and blue veins on his shoulders and neck swelled, just like Samson.
The thin apprentice Amanda lay dejectedly in the wet corner, with a trace of overflowing well water hanging beside her mouth.
Only Uncle Walker, who weaves willow branches, can run around the ground, the rogue Xiaowu, Constance, who can speak and sing, and the coquettish widow who seduces other people's men... Everyone does their own things, the ground is full of glass marbles, hoes, clothes, wheels, silver coins, bowls and dishes, and blood.
It's great. The whole village gathered in the blacksmith's kiln. It's never so lively here. After I got sick, it became even colder. Only Qixi occasionally came back to see me, but was driven away by the blacksmith with an increasingly strange temper. The blacksmith always shouted and scolded Qixi loudly, asking her to get out and never come again. Qixi obediently left and sneaked in quietly when the blacksmith was not at home. I hid in the house and chatted with Qixi in a messy way through the dirty curtains. We talked about Dema City, which we had never seen before, about the tall mercenaries who sometimes passed by the village, and about some legends such as orc elves and demons. They were everywhere, and Qixi giggled and rarely interrupted.
When I was seventeen or eighteen years old, before I got sick, Qixi and I were both famous beautiful girls in the village. The milf widow always looked at us playing with envy, laughing at us for being incompetent and making fun of us for being incompetent and not knowing what to do. The widow said that you will be separated in two years and will eventually marry a man. You two such good guys will definitely be taken away by the nobles in the city, and then they will become canaries in the cage!
Qixi and I were both afraid, fearing that Ellie's Widow's prophecy would become reality, so we didn't want to separate day and night, for fear that we would never meet again.
I lay tiredly in the reeds, and the fine teeth on the edge of the reed leaves made many red marks on my chest and back. I tried to open my eyes wide, sweat oozing out from every pore, my body was a little numb, my pupils twitched to twist, but I still tried to open my eyes wide.
Shui just passed Qixi's knees. Qixi was as charming as me, with slender waist and light pink breasts. Her short hair was wet, and strands were pressed against her forehead. Qixi was very happy about her appearance. She turned her head to look at her back covered with fine wounds. Her eyes wandered over the images of her hips and calves refracted in the clear stream. She wiped her skin with soft river water, and her limbs danced, interpreting the temptation like a water demon; she was already charming while looking around.
I tied up my long and scattered hair again and walked slowly towards Qixi. Once again, I was in a state of no slim body.
When my toes touched the cold river water, Qi liked to scream, and the crisp laughter splashed. She ran over and hooked my neck and called me sister.
She said sister, I need you.
Qixi and I laughed stubbornly, and I said that my sister is the king and Qixi is my sister's princess.
We both panted heavily and frightened the fish. The mud was turbid at the bottom of the river. The sky was blue and the gray clouds were blooming into a huge crown.
On the table was half a chicken, a few pieces of black bread, a pile of peanuts and a pot of ale. Constance, hand-cranked the storytelling of the previous wolf king Longto? Guy's palace hall: the throne was set south, the steps were hundreds of feet high, looking down on the world; the ministers knocked nine times, and the mountains were long lively: auspicious air rose, and the surnames were looking up...
The blacksmith paused to drink the wine glass and asked with a joke, "Have you been there before?" Constance didn't say anything. After drinking it, he choked and coughed, and the fire kiln was filled with a spicy smell."
I knelt on the side and rested. The labor just now took all my strength. I dug dozens of cabinet holes in the kiln wall, and people read, weaved, snooze, washed, and cried. I looked up at the neatly hung people on the iron hook on the top of the kiln and worshiped the north.
For some reason, as I got older, my body began to change.
My skin is no longer as smooth as satin, but begins to appear cracks and wrinkles. When I touch it, my body looks like rough and hard bark. My seaweed-like hair has also lost its luster. My hair is getting thicker and bigger every day, covered with barbs, and the original shiny gold head has begun to turn into a strange green, like the thorny vine wrapped around the trunk, dry and terrible.
Especially on my face, my facial features began to show signs of falling off. Blood vessels and hideous muscles appeared in the countless cracks on the skin on my face. I never dared to go out again. I was afraid of being scared by Qixi, so I dared not play with her in the river again, and stayed at home all day long.
The blacksmith sold his anvil and all the farm tools and weapons he had worked hard to create, and invited a doctor from the distant city of Dema to treat me. After looking at me, the doctor shook his head and left. He heard that he was a very famous doctor. He asked the blacksmith that this girl was not your biological daughter, but the blacksmith hesitated for a while and nodded with difficulty.
The doctor sighed and stuffed a heavy gold coin into the blacksmith's hand. He said, "Don't worry about your daughter anymore. She is not sick. She is just the age when she should go back and you can't keep it."
After saying that, the doctor who looked very kind and kind touched my sharp-burned hair and turned around and left. I still vaguely remembered his name: Abigail.
I cried sadly in the room, and Qixi gently stroked my cheeks that had broken into countless pieces, comforting me softly. She said that no matter what I became, she would be with me all her life and never leave me.
5
Widow Ellie's words come true, and Qixi's reputation for being beautiful in the country has spread to Dema City. An old man covered in fat specially took a large carriage and came to the village. Before leaving, he threw down a bag of gold coins as a betrothal gift and booked it to pick up Qixi on the day when flowers bloom next spring.
Qixi made me meet by the iced river and asked me for ideas in panic. I like Qixi's current appearance very much. She wears a blanket and wisps of squid heads cover her smooth forehead. The mist from Qixi's somewhat cracked lips dissipated in the air. The yellow reed leaves by the river were blown up by the bitter cold wind and pressed against Qixi's face. Qixi stretched out two jade fingers like onions and opened them, looking at me quietly.
We were naked again, and we were entangled together. This was the first time we spent passionate together after I got sick. Qixi, who was very soft every time, began to become crazy. We rolled around on the frozen river surface, and our skin was covered with cold ice surface and blood was dripping from the ice surface until we were so tired that we couldn't breathe.
That night, I knelt outside Qixi's house. I didn't understand why Constance refused to marry Qixi to me. Qixi was sobbing in the hut, begging hard, and then quietly. The blacksmith squeezed in from the crowd watching the fun. He pulled me home, muttering about monsters, monsters.
No one was willing to forgive me, and Qixi refused. She no longer caressed my long hair lovingly, no longer wrapped around me like a snake and kissed every inch of my skin all over my body, no longer called me sister, and no longer breathing. She stabbed her heart with a pair of disassembled scissors. Qixi knew more than me. It turned out that she had known for a long time that we could not be together forever, so she chose to wait and wait for my arrival in another world with a smile.
No one allowed me to look at her again. No matter how hard I struggled and roared, someone would hit me hard and drag me up and throw me away to a place far away from the village.
That night, I sat next to the only well in the village and left for only a while. When I came back, I gritted my teeth and poured the green powder from the oil paper bag in my hand into the well.
I sat on a bamboo chair set up south, gently kissed Qixi's dry cheeks. I hugged her tightly, and no one dared to stop me anymore. I said to Qixi, you can finally be your sister's princess.
The fire outside the kiln is raging, and I will always be the king of forty-eight mummies, and be with my Qixi.
In the fire kiln, the fire is dazzling, the ministers knock nine times, and the mountains are shouting: the auspicious air rises, and the surnames are raising their heads...
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"ah!"
Shirley woke up from her dream and sat up from the cold stone bed in horror. Since the Kingdom of Wolf returned to this tree-human settlement, Shirley has experienced the same dream every day, and the huge wounds in her heart have been torn open again before healing.
Shirley calmed down and groped in the darkness to lift the thick curtains. The sunlight outside the window sprinkled in. Shirley felt that she was still in the world. At this time, Shirley heard a knock on the door. The low and slow notification from the tree guard came from outside the door: "Your Highness, the captain of the guard brought back four human guests and asked for a visit in the hall."