When the rain and snow fall in the cold winter, the cold lake water under the ice surface is like a hideous beast's mouth, and the unfortunate people who fall into it will bite tightly.

She tread water and struggled, although her arms were waving hard, she couldn't grasp anything to borrow strength, she didn't seem to hear the slightest sound in her ears and it seemed to rumble like thunder, a mouthful of ice water was poured into her mouth and choked into her lungs, her eyes were black for a while, and her chest was so tight that it throbbed.

Their round eyes looked desperately and reluctantly at the reflection of the green pine shadows on the shore, and as the lake gradually calmed down, they slowly lost the last trace of their lust......

In the next moment, Shu Bing took a long breath and suddenly opened her eyes, but saw the dazzling scorching sun sprinkled on her body through the gap between the green trees and broad leaves beside her, stabbing her so that she quickly narrowed her eyes into slits.

Saved? No, no, no, the cold winter wax moon will not blink an eye and become summer.

It turned out that it was a nightmare? But it doesn't look like lying on a bed, and there won't be a tree growing on the ceiling of the bedroom.

She raised her arm to block the sun in a daze, wanting to take a closer look at the surrounding environment, but what caught her eye was a fat, round, white and tender little hand, and the age of the owner of the hand was no more than five years old.

The palm of the hand is healthy and normal, but the horror is that it grows on Shu Bing, who is twenty or five years old, and is being used by her to shade the sun at the moment.

Just as Shu Bing was stunned, he heard a cordial call in his ears: "Sister, sister#*&#*&*?!" The last half is a jerky dialect that is completely incomprehensible, and only the word "sister" is clearly recognizable.

She looked over with a blank face, and saw a boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes looking at her with a smile, and he still couldn't understand what was said in his mouth, but his expression was like a surprise look of his sister coming to life.

After a while, Shu Bing, who was dizzy, was helped up by the eight or nine-year-old boy, took his left hand and walked forward, and his right hand did not forget to pick up a string of small fish that had been resting on the ground before.

He muttered excitedly as he walked, his voice was crisp and his tone was thick and nasal, Su Bing carefully distinguished it for a long time, and the content was about missing his sister very much, and he wanted to take his sister home and so on.

In this regard, Shu Bing, who stumbled and walked in the mountains and forests, finally realized that he was soul-piercing.

She looked down, but saw that her body was wearing a thin green cross-collar shirt embroidered with delicate colored butterflies, a pair of lifelike tiger head shoes under the jujube red silk pants, and a pair of delicately crafted beast pattern gold bracelets on her wrists, which was obviously dressed as a rich child.

How can such a costume lie in the mountains and forests, with a dark-skinned brother wearing a half-sleeved coarse linen shirt and carrying a small bamboo basket up the mountain to dig wild vegetables? I always feel that "myself" should be abandoned in the wilderness after death, or thrown away by others while alive.

However, although she did not understand the boy's words, her concern was overflowing, and the anxiety and heartache in her dark eyes when she saw her fall was obviously not fake. Come to think of it, the two should have some origins.

At dusk, Shu Bing finally followed the boy and climbed to the foot of the mountain, there was no city, only a village, and it was a small mountain village with barren fields and sparse crops scattered scattered at a glance.

Most of the peasants are yellow-skinned and thin, wearing coarse cloth clothes, with men in a bun on their heads, and women in turbans or with simple hair tied at the back of their heads. Shu Bing secretly hated himself for learning cooking instead of history, and he couldn't tell the dynasty he was in after seeing everything around, but he knew that it must be the ancient times before the Qing Dynasty - no braids.

Immediately afterwards, the boy led Shubing to stand in front of a small dilapidated house with broken walls, and called for the door outside the fence wall tied with bamboo poles and shrubs: "Erlang, open the door, I'm back." "The wooden door with a few large cracks is cracked, and it feels like it will collapse when you push it, but in fact, the door only has a symbolic meaning.

"Poor." Just such a word can encapsulate the qiē she witnessed, and the whole heart suddenly became cool and cool.

While Shu Bing was waiting, he had already seen another boy squatting by the open stove through the crack of the gate and fence, the child also seemed to be about five years old, the age when he had not graduated from kindergarten, his face was unkempt and his face was full of ashes, and he couldn't see his face clearly, he only felt skinny and big eyes.

After entering the house, after resting, he drank a bowl of clear soup and wild vegetable porridge, and listened to the two of them smirking happily to welcome themselves home, Shu Bing pondered the other party's words for a long time, and finally figured out the current situation.

These two unlucky children have no father or mother, they are orphans, and one sister was lost when her mother was still there, and it has been more than two years now. The reason why Shu Bing is considered to be brought home by her sister is because she has a mole on her snow-white fat wrist, the size of a sesame seed, which is as red as a bead, exactly like the little girl who disappeared at the beginning.

The girl who is less than three years old can come back with a rich body if she is lost, and the explanation of her brother Rong Jialang is: "My mother used to say that the fairy took her sister to live a good life, and now she must be back when she grows up." ”

After hearing this, Erlang happily asked his brother: "My sister is so good, when will the fairy let my father and mother return home?" ”

Alas, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart. Although it is a scene of brother and sister recognizing each other and being happy, Shu Bing feels that it may be more appropriate to use the word "miserable" to describe this situation. Doesn't it mean that the gods are dead when they take it away?

Hearing this, Da Lang's action of serving the bowl also stiffened, and his face turned away from his brother and sister for a moment, and then he reluctantly squeezed out a smile and replied: "Come on, my sister is back, they must be back soon." ”

This brother looks small, but in fact, he is almost eleven years old next to him, and he also read a few pages of books when his family was still okay in his early years, and he is not completely unaware of human life and death. Seeing Shu Bing excited for a while before, he mistook his sister for a while, but now that he heard his younger brother mention his father, he could no longer continue to deceive himself.

Daddy and mother have gone a long time ago, sister...... It was he who saw with his own eyes the copper kettle of a certain family in a neighboring village, but I am afraid that it will not be the one in front of him.

"We'll be well fed then!" Erlang stroked his deflated belly and licked his lips, full of longing, completely unable to perceive his brother's bitter mood.

Shu Bing really felt bitter in his mouth, Da Lang just threw the bitter endive into the porridge soup, didn't blanch it with boiling water, it was bitter and astringent, and three small fish with a palm length were also thrown into the clay pot and boiled directly with water, no fish scales were scraped, no disembowelment and internal organs!

As a chef, even if she is just a white pastry chef, she can't bear it. I wanted to pounce and save it, but my calves were short and soft, so I couldn't stop it and had to kneel.

Porridge not to mention how it tastes, only rice soup and vegetables, there are almost no rice grains to chew, so you can only drink and can't eat. The small fish is also fishy and bitter, it can be swallowed in two bites, but unfortunately she didn't have to pick, and what is even worse is that she still feels hungry and panicked after eating two things, and hates to have to lick the bowl regardless of her image.

It was about Shu Bing's eyes that looked at the stove were too hot, even if they didn't say a word, the brothers understood what it meant, and they couldn't help but sigh and persuade them.

"It's getting dark, don't eat too much, my brother will give you steamed cakes tomorrow morning." Da Lang made a wish.

"When you fall asleep, you won't be hungry, go, go to sleep." Jiro smiled brightly and showed two dimples,

The so-called bedroom is empty, only a wooden box and a small wooden bed. The bed was covered with straw, and two thin quilts—white and gray that had lost their original color, and there was no padding inside.

Lying on the aching bed, covered with the futon that her brother had let out, she silently stared at the hazy moonlight spilling from the cracks in the roof, and her heart was sad.

Crossing the necessary supporting facilities, where are the green gauze tents, brocade quilts, rich old women, and little maids with broken mouths? Kneel and beg!

"If you fall asleep, you won't be hungry, you will have everything when you wake up, just dreaming, and you will go home when you wake up......" Shu Bing slowly closed his eyes and tried to hypnotize himself. Maybe it was because she was exhausted from walking on the mountain road for too long in the afternoon, so she really fell asleep.

A night without a dream until dawn.

"Bang bang! Bang bang bang! At the beginning of the morning, there was a sudden loud knock on the door. Shu Bing, who was sleeping soundly, shuddered all over, woke up suddenly, and looked up at the old roof beams hung with spider silk, she was dazed for a moment - she didn't know where she was.

As the sound of banging on the door and cursing outside the house became more and more intense, she gradually came back to her senses. Oh, I fell into the river and crossed, both unlucky and lucky in life, anyway, I don't have a father or a mother in front of me, I don't love or care, it's better to start again now and live again.

Shu Bing cheered himself up, wrapped himself in a coat and pulled his shoes to push open the bedroom door, but saw Da Lang busy steaming cakes by the stove, and Erlang scolding people through the door.

"Open the door, little bunny! I'm begging for food at home, and I want to pretend to be a Bodhisattva. Phew, the melon split is full! Open the door! If you don't open the door, the old lady unloads the door! A high-pitched soprano came from outside the fence and was disturbing to hear.

Erlang stomped his feet like a lit cannon and scolded: "Who begged for your food?" A total of two rice were delivered, one with mildew and one with bran! We picked up my sister to do your, and I starved to death and didn't ask you to raise it. ”

"I'll dare to give you food. Melon splits two hammers, I want to take someone to see Muramasa, hand her over quickly! Long ears? Before the woman could finish speaking, she kicked the wooden door so hard that the door shook with great strength.

"Phew! Muramasa is there, let's go by ourselves, get out of the ball! Erlang spat fiercely and shouted: "Kill you, take your food and eat it underground!" ”

The cursed woman was completely angry, and she hammered the door like crazy and said: "You two dead grandmother's broom stars, split your mouth and fan you!" I won't kill you if I open the door! ”

Hearing this, not only Erlang's eyes were red, but Da Lang was also so angry that he couldn't help but open his mouth: "Isn't that what you harmed?" How dare you say it? Get lost! ”

"Daddy, you're dying! The military post is the uncle, my father died in vain, and a life can't be exchanged for two meals for me and my brother. Sooner or later, you will be punished! ”

When Erlang wiped his tears and cursed, the wooden door that had been destroyed for a long time could no longer withstand the woman's kicking, and suddenly collapsed, slapping up dust on the ground.

Shu Bingzheng, who couldn't understand words, was confused, and in the blink of an eye, he saw a fat woman wearing silk flowers, narrow sleeves and short shirts, and a dark red tan-chested long skirt rushing into the door, with hideous sleeves on her face as if she was about to arrest someone and beat her.

"You two come into the house, hurry." Da Lang picked up the firewood knife by the stove, rushed over in three steps and two steps and stopped in front of the fat woman.

Compared with the woman's white and fat body, Da Lang is black, thin and small, just looking at the back like a chicken can be picked up by her, and he will be stunned by the emperor and toad

The fat woman roared loudly, but when they met on a narrow road, they were shocked by his lone wolf-like eyes and the reflection of the snowy blade, and her steps were subconsciously paused.

Erlang took the opportunity to pull the stunned Shu Bing into the house, closed the door with a "snap", and quickly inserted the door bolt.