In early spring, at dusk, the red clouds in the sky dispersed from not far away, swallowing up half of the sky.
Even though it is getting late, there are still many residents coming and going on the South Street of Baishan Town. The voices of vendors and maids shouting and cursing are mixed together, making the street very lively.
Wen Chu squatted in a corner of the street, holding many talismans in her hands. She would call out from time to time when someone walked by.
"Literature! Literacy! Everyone is biliterate. If you want wealth, fame, or peach blossoms, there are all kinds of talismans!"
She is not very old, sixteen. On the left and right, they were wearing light blue coarse cloth clothes, and there were many large and small patches on the Taoist priest's uniform. Looking down, he saw that the trousers were tucked into white socks, and he wore a pair of green shoes on his feet, looking like a little Taoist priest.
Even though she was dressed so plainly, it was still difficult to hide her unique appearance. Perhaps it is because of the naturally fair skin, even if exposed to wind and sun, it still has thin skin and white flesh.
The girl has porcelain white skin, an oval face and a cherry mouth, especially her eyes, which are as clear as stars and charming.
The only flaw is that she is too thin, so thin that it feels like a slight touch could break her bones.
Seeing people coming and going in front of her, but no one stopped in front of her, she sighed deeply and frowned tightly.
It’s like this again, I haven’t been able to sell a few talismans since I started standing there in the morning until it was getting dark.
If she continues like this and cannot make ends meet every day, she will starve to death sooner or later.
Wen Chu used to have a grandfather in his family. In the past, when Father Wen was still alive, Wen Chu followed behind Father Wen and sold talismans. Father Wen is an old Taoist priest. He is over sixty years old. He has a long white beard and a Taoist robe, making him look like an immortal. As long as you follow Father Wen around the town, the talismans will be sold out in no time.
Dad Ke Wen failed to survive the winter and passed away two months ago.
If Father Wen hadn’t left a little money before his death, otherwise Wen Chu would have survived to this day just by selling talismans.
There are only three melons and two dates left on me, and only vegetable leaves and rice are left at home. Even the oil is almost gone. She squatted on the ground, and the more she thought about it, the more worried she became. How would she live in the future?
The house had been leaking all night, and his stomach made an untimely "gurgling" sound at this moment. Wen Chu only ate a sesame seed pancake at noon all day long, and he was already so hungry that his chest pressed against his back.
Her home is not in the town, but in a village at the foot of the mountain, some distance away from here. It was just the beginning of spring, and it was still a little cool at night. Seeing that it was getting late, she sighed and started to pack her things.
Forget it, go home, there are vegetables and leaves at home that you can eat.
You can survive by just scraping by.
*
By the time Wen Chu was about to arrive home, the sky was already extremely dark, and there were stars in the sky. Even the moon was very round tonight, and the moonlight made the path home a little brighter.
The old Taoist priest and Wen Chu moved here later. Their home is a bit remote and there are not many neighbors nearby. They can reach their home by turning a few paths.
Passing by a river, the sound of the river gurgled, which was even clearer at night. The temperature at night did drop a bit. Wen Chu closed his collar in an attempt to block the biting cold wind. However, due to the clothes It's really too thin, so this move is futile.
There is a century-old banyan tree by the river. This banyan tree is very big. Its dark green branches and leaves are verdant, shining like silk and satin in the moonlight. Hold his waist.
Wen Chu sniffed his nose, which was reddened by the night wind, rubbed his hands, and sped up his pace.
At this time on weekdays, there would be some aunties hanging out with Huansha by the river. She could always hear their chattering when passing by, but tonight, it was unusually quiet.
In the past two months, except for wind and rain, Wen Chu could see people every time he passed by this river. But tonight, there was no one beside the gurgling river.
Wen Chu’s heartbeat accelerated a little unconsciously.
Something is wrong, something is really wrong.
The night is quiet. At this moment, apart from the sound of wind and water, there is only the sound of Wen Chu's violent heartbeat.
She felt weird and even felt nervous.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew over, and a strong smell of blood came with the night wind on the shop floor. She rubbed her nose, almost thinking that she had fainted from hunger, but she sniffed twice more , it is indeed the smell of blood.
Wen Chu's heart suddenly rose to his throat.
Suddenly, a short, sharp scream pierced the silent night sky, frightening even the birds away.
“Ah!!!”
Under the huge banyan tree, there lay a man covered in blood.
Wen Chu's eyes suddenly widened. He was so frightened that he accidentally tripped over the stone under his feet and fell to the ground.
She was not aware of the pain of the stone slipping on her hand at all. She just stared motionless at the person lying down under the huge banyan tree.
This was the man who scared Wen Chu out of his wits.
It wasn't that she was timid, it was just that the man was too scary. Fang was caught off guard and caught a glimpse of him when she was nervous, so she couldn't help but scream out in surprise.
The blood on the ground soaked the ground beneath him.
The wounds on this man's body are countless. There are traces of sword scratches on his arms, and the bones can be seen deeply. Not only that, there are also several bloody holes poked in his body, which are still bleeding at this moment. Blood. The clothes on his body had already turned into blood clothes, and he could only vaguely recognize it from the corners of the clothes that were not soaked in blood. This was originally a white clothes.
Wen Chu moved his eyes upward and saw his face clearly through the moonlight. Even in such a situation, with his face covered in blood, he could see that he looked very handsome.
No wonder there is no one here. I think it’s all because of this person.
It's so late at night, it's like seeing a ghost. Who can not be afraid!
It took a long time for her to calm down, but she saw that the man still had his eyes closed and did not react to her shouts.
Wen Chu was shocked, could he be dead? !
The raging cold wind pulled Wen Chu back from her thoughts, and she quickly got up from the ground.
Rationality told her that she should pretend not to see the man at this moment, turn around and leave immediately, but Wen Chu still approached the man by accident.
As I got closer, I found that this man's face was as white as a sheet of paper, as if he were made of ice and snow. There was no trace of blood on his lips. Looking at it like this, I didn't know if he had really died.
Thinking like this, Wen Chu tried to test his breath with trembling hands.
At the same time, the injured man opened his eyes at this moment. Song Yusheng had fallen here since the afternoon. At that time, he was not as miserable as he is now, and he still had some popularity on his face. However, because he had been lying here all the time, no one came to save him, and the blood flowed more and more. The injuries on his body became more and more serious, and now, he is almost on the verge of death.
The period from afternoon to midnight was very difficult. From dawn to dusk, Song Yusheng could clearly feel that the blood in his body was draining away little by little, but he could not Nothing can be done.
The only thing he could do was to hold his wound tightly to prevent the blood from draining too quickly. But there were too many bloody holes in his body, and it was of no use at all.
This small river is clean and clear. On weekdays, many women come here to wash their clothes. Moreover, even if women do not wash their clothes, many people pass by this road.
How come no one notices such a person falling down?
Song Yusheng did meet a lot of people.
But everyone avoided him like a snake and a scorpion, looking at him as if he had seen a ghost, as if he had seen something dirty, let alone trying to save him, and even scolded him as bad luck.
He just watched the more courageous villagers curse at him, and watched the timid villagers being scared away by him.
In short, no one will come close to him, let alone save him.
It is a miracle that Song Yusheng escaped from the poisonous killings of those people. Perhaps he was really exhausted. He had no strength to move and could not do anything. He was almost dead and could only close his eyes. Waiting for your own death.
He actually heard Wen Chu’s scream just now, but he thought that she would soon flee from here like those people, so he didn’t even bother to open his eyes now. .
Hearing someone approaching him softly, he suddenly opened his eyes.
The two people's eyes collided, and Wen Chu could only see that Song Yusheng's eyes were neither sad nor happy, as if they were a puddle of stagnant water, with a cold chill.
I don't know when a gust of evil wind blew up, and the cold wind became more and more biting.
Wen Chu was startled by Song Yusheng's sudden opening of his eyes and took a few steps back.
Not dead.
She stroked her chest for a while before calming down her thoughts, but the man in front of her didn't say anything after opening his eyes, he just looked at her like this.
The night is dark and windy, and in this situation, Wen Chu's best thing to do is not to meddle in other people's business, and just pretend not to see this person.
Moreover, she was so poor that her family was almost in trouble. Even this Taoist priest's uniform had to be mended and worn for two or three years. Coupled with the fact that you can only go out but not take in every day, the little money you have left will be exhausted.
Even if she carried him home, she wouldn't have the money to save him.
But in such a miserable state, Wen Chu can guarantee that as long as she leaves, this person will never survive tonight.
No, if I don’t talk about tonight, I won’t be able to survive for an hour.
Wen Chu hesitated in place for a long time, unable to advance or retreat.
That's all, if you are indecisive, just make a fortune.
Under the moonlight in the sky, she took out three copper coins from her arms, sat down on the ground, and began to throw away the coins.
Wen Chu's fortune-telling skills have always been very accurate. If he were to tell people's fortunes, they would be accurate every time. But Father Wen himself doesn't tell people's fortunes, and he doesn't let Wen Chu tell people's fortunes.
The night was as dark as ink, and only the yin and yang sides of the copper plate could be seen clearly through the faint moonlight. She made up her mind that her hexagram was calculated for herself, not for others, so it wouldn't be a problem.
After a cup of tea, Wen Chu calculated three times. The first time was very bad, but Wen Chu still refused to leave. He came back two more times, but unfortunately the three times had the same result.
There is really nothing to calculate in this hexagram.
Wen Chu knew before taking out the coins that she really shouldn't save this person. He was so seriously injured that it looked like he had been injured by an enemy, and every stab was aimed at killing him. Judging from the appearance of this person, he must be an extraordinary person. If you save him, you will inevitably involve a lot of troublesome things.
The spring breeze is bleak, and apart from the sound of the gurgling river water, there is only the sound of Wen Chu sighing from time to time.
After Song Yusheng opened his eyes, he saw a little Taoist priest with a fair face standing in front of him. At first he saw the little Taoist priest hesitated and hesitated, and he guessed what she was thinking.
This meeting is nothing more than wandering between saving and not saving.
Song Yusheng didn't have high expectations, but when he later saw her sitting on the ground and doing hexagrams with a solemn look on her face, he knew that she would eventually leave here like the passers-by.
Sure enough, under the dim moonlight, he saw the little Taoist priest picking up the copper plate on the ground and putting it back into his arms. When he stood up, he was still muttering: "It's so bad, so bad, it's really hard to be kind. A little."
Wen Chu finally became cruel and turned around and walked away.
(End of this chapter)
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Jiang Jingwan is the daughter of the Shangshu Mansion. She has been blessed with wealth and wealth since she was a child. She gets whatever she wants.
But her cousin, Gu Huaisheng, the young prince of the Hou Mansion, was the only one she asked for but could not get.
Gu Huaisheng was born in the Hou Mansion. He was like the snow on the eaves and the moon in front of the window. He was the most outstanding young man in the family, unattainable.
Jiang Jingwan learned what kind of person he liked. The eldest lady, who was used to being flamboyant, was always obedient in front of him.
But despite this, Gu Huaisheng still didn't want to look at her more.
The angry young lady listened to her best friend's bad idea and wanted to kiss his face when he wasn't paying attention. Unexpectedly, Gu Huai tilted his head and the two of them kissed...
Before Jiang Jingwan could blush, Gu Huaisheng had already pushed her away viciously, said "shameless" and strode away.
Jiang Jingwan was stunned by this palm.
*
The house had been leaking all night, and at this moment, news came from home that the real daughter of the Minister of Finance had been found.
Jiang Jingwan lived for more than ten years before he discovered that he was actually a fake daughter.
At the banquet where the real daughter recognized her ancestors, Jiang Jingwan saw that Gu Huaisheng, who usually only had a cold face towards him, was so gentle and humble in front of her.
He knew how to smile, but he never smiled at her.
She has been a big joke from beginning to end.
*
When the real daughter returned, Jiang Jingwan was heartbroken and calmly accepted the marriage arranged for her by the Jiang family.
But before the marriage was settled, Gu Huaisheng came to the door.
It was a heavy rain day. He held an umbrella and stood in the rain. He held her wrist and refused to let go. He said, "He is not a good man."
Jiang Jingwan smiled and shook it off. She took his hand and said, "He is much kinder than his cousin."
Looking at Jiang Jingwan's cold eyes, Gu Huaisheng's body tensed up and he felt a pain in his heart.
The young Marquis, who had always been arrogant and lonely, now understood for the first time what it felt like to regret.