Thunder roared.

It was already evening, and the sky was getting dark, and the dark clouds were oppressive, and the wind was surging for a while.

A thunderclap illuminated a large river hundreds of meters wide like a silver belt.

Under the river embankment is a dense cluster of wooden houses.

"It's going to rain! Where is the death of the person, and he still doesn't take back the beans that are drying outside, and if he gets wet, see that I don't break your legs! Kefu goods, there is nothing to save me about it! ”

An irascible old man's voice came from one of the wooden buildings.

The wooden building is divided into a large and a small main house and a partial house, the front of the main house is painted with white pulp to snow white, a vermilion lacquered wooden door, it looks rich and festive, there are two windows open on the wall on both sides of the door, the window is made of carved wooden lattice mounted on white rice paper, and the red paper-cut is pasted on it.

The roof tiles have just been refurbished, so you don't have to worry about wind and rain at all, and the outside is already so exquisite, it's not hard to imagine how comfortable and luxurious it must be inside.

Compared with the wealth and luxury of the main house, the side room on the side is too old and dilapidated, the walls have obviously not been painted for many years, the lime walls are falling off, and the whole wall looks mottled, white and gray.

A wooden door squeaks and squeaks in the wind, the door is small and can only allow one person to enter and exit, if you look closely, you will find that the red and black paint on the door panel has not completely fallen off, and you can faintly see that there is a big "Shou" word written on the wooden board.

The side room has only one window, small enough to allow only one person's head to stick in, without any obstruction, and it is more appropriate to say that it is a ventilation hole than a window.

In the yard, there is a small black donkey, a wooden rack for drying clothes, several wooden barrels, and a dozen bamboo sieves stacked on top of each other, on which soybeans are dried.

As soon as the old man's voice fell, a graceful figure quickly ran out of the small door of the side house, and quickly put away the large and small bamboo sieves drying soybeans on the wooden shelves of the yard, and returned to the side house before the first drop of rain fell on Heping.

After a while, the irascible voice sounded again: "Hurry up and cook for me, I'm hungry." ”

"Father-in-law, you wait a little longer, when I finish cooking these soy milk, I will cook for you immediately." A gentle woman's voice like a heavenly voice came from the side house.

At this moment, the door of the main house creaked open, and out of it came a bad old man in his seventies, with thinning hair and a wrinkled face, holding a rattan cane in his hand, and scolding towards the side house.

"I know that you are not well-intentioned, and I have long hoped that I am dead, so that I can take my inheritance and find another man to remarry, I tell you, even if I die, I will not leave you a single piece of my things, you want to starve to death is me, right? I won't do your wish, see that I don't break your legs! ”

Braving the heavy rain, he walked from the main room to the door of the side room, only to see him raise his foot and kick the door of the side room open.

Looking at his vigorous and powerful appearance when he came out, he looked like an old man in his seventies who was about to die.

Soon after the old man entered, from the side room came the beating of a cane on the woman, and her cries and begging for mercy.

"Don't you want to starve me? I'll kill you first, the rotten thing of Kefu, kill my son, cut off the incense of my Song family, even I want to starve to death, fortunately, my old bones are still tough, if you want to hurt me, you are still tender, when I was under the command of Emperor Wen, I followed Emperor Wen to fight in the south and the north, killing countless enemies, I don't know how many times the ghost gate was broken, even the Lord of Yama didn't dare to accept me, with you a rag born without a son, you want to starve me? I'll kill you first! ”

The old man scolded and whipped the woman with a cane.

I only heard the woman crying and begging for mercy: "Father-in-law, I'll cook for you, don't fight." ”

When the old man heard this, he didn't stop, but became even more irritable, "I know that you are not convinced, I haven't tried too hard, you cry as if I have treated you badly, you wait for you to wait, I can change to a larger rattan, I don't believe that I will not convince you." ”

He walked out of the side room angrily, and turned his head to walk towards the bamboo pole where the clothes were drying on the heping, obviously wanting to change to a more handy stick.

The young woman ran out of the side room crying, rushed into the rain, ran out of the gate of the front yard, the old man picked up a long bamboo pole and chased, chased to the door, although the stride was quite vigorous, after all, she was older, and could not catch up with the pace of the young woman, looking at the figure of the woman gradually running away, angrily threw down the bamboo pole in her hand, and turned around and walked back to the main house with a scolding grin.

The woman ran as she cried, and the rain hit her thinly clothed body like an ice pick, drenching her clothes and clinging to her.

Finally ran to the bank of a big river, sat on the grass on the bank of the river, and cried loudly to the river, her voice was full of misery and helplessness, and after crying for a while, she wiped away her tears, stood up, and raised her legs and walked towards the Luo River.

It was too dark, and I couldn't see my fingers except for the sharp contrast between the water surface of the Luo River and the surrounding banks.

One of her feet had already stepped into the waters of the Luo River.

Suddenly, a hand suddenly grabbed her ankle tightly, and at this moment, lightning in the sky split the curtain of the night, illuminating the surrounding scenery on both sides of the Luo River.

A black figure, half of its body soaked in the river, and the other half of its body crouched on the bank, falling with the surging of the river waves.

"Ahh The woman screamed in fright, jumped to her feet as if she had been electrocuted, and kicked a black shadow at the ground.

Poor Zhen was finally washed to the shore by the river waves, escaped death, and was kicked in the temple by this woman, and only had time to say "Help...... ...... fate", and the man fainted again.

Hearing this help, the woman, who had already run five or six meters away, stopped, turned around, and looked at Zhen Shengku, who was lying dying on the bank of the river, with the help of thunder.

After a long time, she mustered up her courage, walked back to Zhen Mingku's side with hesitation step by step, squatted down, and gently pushed Zhen Mingku's shoulder with her hand.

After confirming that it was someone, she breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up and walked towards the Luo River.

Halfway through, the river had already flooded her abdomen, and she looked back at the place where Zhen Ming was lying and hesitated.

After a while, she walked ashore from the river, walked to Zhen Mingku's side, squatted down, pulled Zhen Mingku's hand up, put it on her shoulder, and carried Zhen Mingku up with great difficulty, and walked towards the distance step by step.