During the winter solstice, before the Shen hour passed, it was already so dark outside that I couldn’t even see my fingers.
After searching the mountain for several days, Tianfu finally found the mulberry tree on the cliffside that could save her dog's life.
Obviously, the Phellinus linata that she could still find at this time must be the inferior goods left by the herb collectors, and there were not many of them, but at least they could temporarily stop her bleeding.
The temperature in the mountains was low, and the snow that fell on her body melted and froze, turning into frost. She looked like a small snow mountain.
Tianfu's home was at the foot of the mountain. She had been coughing up blood, bloody stools and not eating enough for days, so she did not have enough energy to walk home in one breath.
As she was going down the mountain, she thought that although she was so poor that her house was leaking, she would still treat herself well when she got home.
Just tomorrow, she must ask Wang Er next door to bring her a steamed bun when he comes back from town. The kind that will be steaming hot.
The cold wind was like a knife, blowing against her face. The jacket on her body was too thin to resist the wind and cold. She fell all the way, got up, and fell again. Her limbs were so stiff that she lost consciousness.
Relying on her obsession with steaming steamed buns, she finally stumbled back home.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw that the room that was supposed to be dark was now filled with candlelight. Her heart skipped a beat. She must have returned on the ninth day of the lunar month.
She had always shown off her power in front of him, so she naturally didn't want him to see her half-dead state. She leaned against the door frame and took a few breaths, then patted her face hard until she felt the stiffness under her face.
There was a hint of warmth, and then he walked towards the house.
"early……"
When she opened her mouth, her voice was hoarse, and before she could call out his name, he raised his hand to stop her next words.
The faint light danced between Chujiu's brows, making him look even more majestic and incomparable.
Tian Fu was stunned for a moment, then followed his gaze and saw a young lady lying on his bed.
She looked like the daughter of a rich family, with creamy skin and luxurious clothes. Although her eyes were tightly closed at the moment, she still couldn't hide her appearance. Even Tianfu felt that her bedsheets, which were sewn and mended and full of rags, were stained.
she.
"When did you come back?"
Tian Fu asked him in a low voice.
"Yesterday."
Chujiu's eyes were always fixed on the young lady's face, and he didn't even give her half a moment.
"Then have you eaten?"
Chujiu is not often at home, so Tianfu finally caught someone, so naturally she wanted to talk to him more, but obviously, his frown and thin lips were all telling her that he thought she was noisy, and she was sensible.
She shut her mouth and just looked at Chujiu. She thought that although she was very poor and her home could only be lit by candles, the frost on her body had not melted and the two of them were so close. As long as they were not blind, they could still do it.
See the ice on her face? Maybe he will also care about her?
Chujiu automatically ignored her gaze. From time to time, he tucked the quilt in for the little lady who was sleeping uneasily on the bed, without even turning his head.
After waiting for a long time, he didn't pay any attention to her. Tianfu was a little disappointed and couldn't help but approach him again.
Since he came back yesterday, would he also ask about his absence all night?
The ninth day of the lunar month was still indifferent.
Seeing this, Tianfu sighed secretly. She finally recognized the reality. Even if she died outside, Chujiu might not think of looking for her.
Speaking of the encounter between the two, there is a hint of fate.
They met in a chase, and when Tianfu rescued him from the opponent's knife, he was no different from a dead person. Although she was in ruins at that time, she still did not give up saving him. In the end, her knees were broken, and she finally begged for help.
A wandering doctor who passed by here a few days ago treated him, and the reward was the last piece of jewelry on her body, which was the only thing left to her by her late friend, who died because of her.
The reason why her body collapsed to such an extent is inseparable from Chujiu. When she first rescued him, she blocked a knife for him. That knife hurt her vitality and left the root of the disease. She has not healed it yet. Recently, because of
Because the weather was getting colder, she began to cough up blood and have blood in her stool. She felt that she was not going to die soon, but she didn't want to tell him.
Separation is inherently sad. There are thousands of sad people in the world, and there is no need for Chujiu to be one more, although there is a high probability that he will not feel sad for her.
Sometimes she also thought that maybe she should tell the truth. If she was really going to die, she might be able to get even a little pity from him, and then she could laugh at him.
You see, you really have feelings for me too.
Or, out of guilt, he could be nicer to her, or at least smile, but she didn't want him to feel ashamed of herself.
She stood there for a while, until she received Chujiu's cold gaze.
"Still not going out?"
Tianfu turned around and left the house. After days of hard work, she wanted to fall on the bed and have a deep sleep. But now her bed was occupied by someone, and the young lady didn't seem to be in good condition. She didn't want to go to the ninth day of the Lunar New Year.
After thinking about it, I could only boil the medicine.
She couldn't stand now. The only place she could sit on at home was the tree stump in the yard. She didn't have the strength to move it, and she sat down in front of the stove regardless of the dirt on the ground.
She set up a small pot and put in all the herbs she found on the mountain that could stop bleeding. She pulled the bellows a few times and felt her eyelids sink for a while. Gradually, the action of pulling the bellows slowed down, and she finally couldn't resist.
Feeling sleepy, he nodded his head forward, and in the end, he rushed towards the stove pit.
After a crisp sound of "pop".
Tianfu covered her head and almost jumped up from the ground. She looked up blankly and faced Chujiu's expressionless face.
His sword-shaped eyebrows are slanted, his jaw is square, and his clear eyes contain the strength of gold and iron.
"court death?"
This sense of beauty was completely destroyed as soon as he opened his mouth.
Only then did Tianfu realize that the hair on her forehead was caught on fire, and she covered her forehead in embarrassment.
"If you don't go and guard her, why are you out here?"
Chujiu ignored her words, raised his chin towards the small pot, and asked her: "What's in the pot?"
Tianfu was completely annoyed by his arrogant behavior, and she said: "Shit."
Obviously, after the two had lived together for half a year, Chujiu had learned to automatically ignore her words.
He stepped forward and opened the lid of the pot and took a look. When he saw what was inside, he was obviously stunned.
"you are sick?"
Although his tone was still cold, this question could barely be called concern.
Tianfu hesitated for several seconds, but decided to tell him the truth. At least if she was really dead, he would know why he died.
"I recently……"
Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Chujiu: "Since you have nothing to do, give me this medicine first."
Then, without waiting for her to speak, he turned around and went back to the house.
Before entering the house, he asked again: "Bring it in while it's still hot."
Tianfu stood up from the ground. Her chest hurt. She bent over and vomited a mouthful of blood. She hurriedly covered it with her hands, and then staggered out of the hospital. She didn't want anyone to see her embarrassment.
After the medicine was cooked, Tian Fu directly brought the small pot in.
When she entered the door, the young lady was already awake, with no blood on her palm-sized face. Chujiu sat on the edge of the bed, letting her lean against him. Tian Fu actually saw from Chujiu's face that he was always cold to him.
A few different emotions came up.
Seeing Tianfu coming, Chujiu turned slightly uncomfortably. If he hadn't ducked for a moment, Tianfu wouldn't have noticed the puddle of water on his chest.
At this moment, the little lady's eyes were still red. How could Tian Fu not understand what happened in the room just now?
Putting down the medicine, she turned around and left the house, her steps a little messy. When she was raising the curtain, she heard the young lady asking Chujiu in a low voice: "Who is she?"
On the ninth day of the lunar month, she replied: "Neighbor, I specially invited you to take care of you."
Tian Fu felt that his heart was squeezed hard by something.
She didn't come out of her room on the night of the ninth day of the lunar month. Tianfu couldn't bear it anymore, so she had to go to his room to rest.
When she was about to fall asleep, she saw the scene of her first meeting with Chujiu in a trance.
In fact, the ninth day of the lunar month is not called the ninth day of the lunar month, because the day she saved him was the ninth day of the lunar month, and he didn't mention anything about his affairs, so in order to facilitate communication, she called him the ninth day of the lunar month, and he didn't object.
It's just a name.
She picked him back up, and although he didn't like to talk, there was at least one more person, which made the originally deserted room more lively.
People's hearing is particularly sensitive in the dark. When her memories were interrupted, she heard the little lady next door crying again and saying something vaguely. Occasionally she could hear Chujiu's brief but gentle response.
Regarding that little lady, Chujiu, who had always been quiet, had questions and answers. Tianfu felt that life like this was great, but she seemed unable to survive the day when he treated her the same way.
The house was very cold on the ninth day of the lunar month, and after staying up in the mountains for several days, Tian Fu developed a high fever in the middle of the night.
In a daze, she seemed to see Chujiu sitting next to her bed, with a cold towel placed on her forehead. The cold made her shiver. She wanted to speak, but she couldn't make a sound.
When she woke up in the morning, her head was still a little groggy, and she subconsciously touched her forehead, but there was no towel on it. She knew that the man next door was still fragile, so how could Chujiu care about her life and death.
Struggling to get up, the first thing she was worried about was whether he had eaten at this time. When she left the house, she saw at a glance that there were only two empty bowls that had been filled with porridge on the simple wooden table. Then she looked in the pot, only
A pot of rice soup.
Apparently, when she was sick and worried that Chujiu had not eaten, Chujiu had already served others to finish their meal.
When she turned to her room and took a look, she saw that the quilt on the bed was still spread out, and there was no trace of the two of them inside. Also missing was her purse, which originally didn't have much money left.
A fishy-sweet smell filled his nose again, and Tian Fu tried his best to endure it.
Anyway, leaving without saying goodbye is the most honorable way to say goodbye.