On New Year's Eve, as soon as Chu Ye opened the door, he noticed that the weather outside was bad. All he could see was gray. The air seemed to have a filter added, carrying drizzle and hitting people's faces. The clouds everywhere were also frighteningly low, as if they were about to hit the land hard at the next moment.
The cold wind hit, and Chu Ye gathered her coat. She looked worried, and after thinking about it, she rode a tricycle to the factory.
The factories were also on annual leave, and the entire park was quiet. Occasionally, a wild dog heard the noise and came out to howl twice. The sound echoed and became more and more depressed. Chu Ye walked under the telephone pole and listened to the radio after talking about a lot of national conditions. , started the weather forecast, and soon she finished listening and walked back heavily.
——The cold wave is coming.
She is not from the south and has never experienced this kind of weather, but she also knows from previous chats with guests that the pressure of the cold wave is no less than the heavy snow in the north. She should pay attention to it and make plans in advance.
Just do it. She finished her breakfast quickly, changed into light clothes, and used tools to fish out some dead leaves from the water. She then checked the oxygen pump and water pipes to make sure they were in good condition. After doing this, she still felt that it was not enough. After adding more water, she went to town again and went to several places to buy enough plastic sheets. She couldn't do it by herself, so she added more money and called a few people nearby to help build a simple plastic sheet in the water. Stand and lay the plastic sheet flat on the fish pond.
After doing all this, it was already early in the morning. After she paid the workers to send away, she lay on the bed exhausted.
I hope everything I do today is useful, and I hope this cold wave won't really be that bad. I hope this is just her unfounded worry.
Thinking like this in her heart, her eyelids were as heavy as if there were huge rocks above them. She vaguely saw the small alarm clock on the table. It was already one o'clock, which was the first day of the new year. She thought randomly, so I wish myself a happy new year. , everything goes well.
The next day, she woke up. Although she was extremely sleepy, the biological clock she had developed for a long time still made her open her eyes early. She lay on the bed for a while, then got up and opened the door. The weather was the same as yesterday, and she even felt that the clouds were lowering a little. The woods and clouds in the distance seemed to be connected together, which made people panic for no reason.
She hurried to check the fish pond and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that everything was fine. Speaking of which, today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, so I have to eat well no matter what. Last night I was busy with the fish pond, and I didn’t even eat the customary New Year’s Eve dumplings in my hometown.
Whatever she wanted to do, she started to mix the noodles and chop the stuffing. The three-quarter fat and seven-cent lean pork was mixed with the blanched cabbage, and they were all chopped into foam. She dug and put them in with a small spoon, and a plump meatball was placed on top. In the white round dough, put your hands together and use your thumbs and index fingers together to place a round dumpling properly.
After making enough for her to eat, she boiled water in a pot. After a while, the dumplings eagerly floated to the surface. At noon, Chu Ye finished her first meal of the New Year beautifully.
In the afternoon, the original breeze somehow changed its temper. It was like the gods in the sky were angry, blowing the leaves and branches, not to mention the clouds on the other side. It was blown away, revealing the original blue sky, which made the air look much better.
Although there were heavy bricks around when laying the plastic sheet yesterday, she still checked the fish pond in the distance to make sure that everything was fine before she felt relieved. It was nothing. There was nothing interesting for her here, so she She took out the book that she had brought from school to the factory, and then from the factory to this place. The pages of "The Collection of Flying Birds" she read were quite a bit thick, but because it was a gift from Mu Jiajun, she couldn't read it anyway. not enough.
But the more she looked, the heavier her head became, as if the air was drugged and she became more and more sleepy. When she woke up again, she heard a strong wind beating outside the house, and the whole house felt like it was under the giant hammer of thunder. Ye Huancuan's brain even felt like the whole house was shaking. She wanted to move her arms, but found that her limbs were limp and her whole body was cold. Even though she was wearing a thick coat, she still felt that air was leaking from the seams between her bones. After realizing it later, she guessed that she had a high probability of It's a fever.
Fortunately, there was a medicine box in the room that she always kept. She bent down and took out a small iron box from under the table, and opened it. Inside were some common medicines and some Chinese herbal medicines that the guests had given her that needed to be boiled. She took out the thermometer and clamped it under her arm. The dim light bulb was also affected by the weather outside. The light swayed, slowly lengthening and shortening the shadows. Chu Ye felt uncomfortably about to fall asleep again. She quickly pinched her thighs and forced herself to wait for five days. minutes, then she took out the thermometer and looked at it intently.
——39.3℃.
She was silent, and sure enough, it was probably because she was too active yesterday and didn't get a good rest last night, but the wind blew today, which caused her fever.
She found antipyretic medicine and took one. Then she felt a little worried about the fish pond and forced herself to open the door.
Suddenly, the violent wind and rain outside swept over, almost blowing her down. The rain outside was like a big hole in the sky. She looked towards the fish pond through the rain curtain and vaguely saw the plastic sheet placed securely. On the water, the pouring rain flowed down again along the sloping plastic sheet, but the pressed bricks remained intact.
She felt relieved, but finally felt a headache, so she covered herself with a quilt, curled up and fell asleep.
When I woke up again, the sky was bright and everything around me was eerily quiet, as if the noisy people and the flustered wind and rain last night were just a dream when my mind was drowsy.
She opened the door and was instantly shocked by the scenery outside. She saw transparent ice and thin snow everywhere. There were countless frozen water droplets on the branches, leaves, and under the eaves. Even the door The ground under the eaves and eaves is also a layer of ice, and the ground used to be The yellow ground is covered with a thin layer of snow. It is not accurate to say that it is thin snow. It is not as soft and relaxed as in the north. When you step on it, it can instantly change from thick to thin. The snow under your feet is more like It was frozen as soon as it fell from the sky to the ground, and its thick layer could hit people.
She walked to the fish pond with a trembling heart. She walked slowly in just a few steps. In her mind, she was already praying to countless gods in the sky for blessings to keep her fish safe.
She squatted down, took a deep breath, prepared herself, and then lifted a corner of the plastic sheet. In an instant, the world was spinning.
——She saw countless dead fish. The fish eyes were lifelessly embedded in the fish's head, and the densely packed white fish belly was like a layer of foam on beer.
"Boom——"
Something exploded in her head, and her limbs and bones seemed not to be her own. She stood up with difficulty, feeling her head was swollen. She ran to the side without belief, and opened it to see a sea bass floating in the water with its belly exposed. On the water surface, she clenched her hands into fists, held on and ran to the fish pond in the distance, all the same.
Even on the way back, she heard some villagers gathering together and talking. They were locals. It was still strange to see this scene so early in the morning. She even vaguely heard them saying that they had not seen anything like this in more than ten years. A severe cold wave.
Finally, she walked back in despair. Although the surrounding ice and snow were unbelievably beautiful, she only felt a bone-deep cold, even colder than when she had a fever yesterday.
It was useless to check the machine, and it was useless to install plastic sheets overnight. She had obviously made all preparations. She knew that the cold wave was coming early, and she did everything she could, but it was useless.
God slapped her hard, letting her know that all her hard work was in vain, and she suddenly felt sad. She sat down under the eaves with her legs weak, covering her face and sobbing.
Why is it that no matter what she does in this life, she always pushes her into the abyss when she sees hope? She didn't do anything big/evil in her previous life, so why should she be treated like this in this life?
There is a long road ahead, how should she deal with it? It took her a year and a half to get to where she is today. She finally stabilized, but God destroyed everything again.
She still owed Han Zhao a lot of money, and Pan'er and Xiaoya would have to work with her after the new year, but she, she had nothing.
In this deserted world, she cried loudly, crying out the grievances and unwillingness in her heart. Her cries were so tragic that those who listened could not help but feel pain in their hearts. She took back the words she originally wanted to scold, Gray Blue His eyes were filled with distress.
Then, a pair of palms with distinct knuckles gently landed on top of her head, and the man sighed, "Stop crying."
Chu Ye, who was immersed in grief, did not realize that there was someone standing in front of her. The touch and voice were too light, like floating clouds in the sky, and she did not pay attention at all.
Then, the man squatted down to the same height as Chu Ye who was sitting under the eaves. His hand slid down from the top of his head to his ears, and then moved down until only a little of his face was exposed. His other hand also came up to support him. He gently lifted the face of the person in front of him with one hand, and saw that her eyes were horribly red and swollen from crying, the hair on her forehead was wet and stuck to her skin, her mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were hazy with tears, but she still hadn't realized what she was doing.
Mu Jiajun took action, holding her cheeks with both hands, and wiped her tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumbs.
"Why have you become stupid? You don't recognize me anymore?" Mu Jiajun's tone was soft. He had completely forgotten what he wanted to say when he came over to scold her for leaving without saying goodbye.
The haze in Chu Ye's eyes was wiped clean, as if a person's figure was reflected in a dusty mirror, but it was precisely because of this that she could not believe it more and more.
I couldn't even feel my heart beating, and my brain went blank, leaving only numbness.
"What about this?" Mu Jiajun looked at her stupidly, with the corners of her lips slightly curved. It was different from the previous smile that looked like a big dog. This time her smile was as clear and clear as a gust of wind.
After he finished speaking, his lips fell. The originally cold kiss became hot at the moment of contact. Chu Ye felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to escape, but ignored the big hand firmly on her cheek. She could not avoid it.
The fresh scent of soap locust entered her nose, and the memories that had been deliberately hidden in the past were instantly ignited. The grievances she encountered filled her heart, and she couldn't help but want to cry.
But the man was fascinated. After crossing the red lips, he grabbed the white teeth. The two hot tongues entangled endlessly. For a long time, Chu Ye had difficulty breathing and weakly patted Mu Jiajun on the shoulder.
The man left slowly, still unfinished, and then, the silver thread pulled, full of lust.
(End of chapter)