(Guess who is my favorite in Ning'an Rumeng? You will never guess hahahaha~)
It was snowing at night, and white lights were swaying in the corridors and alleys.
A thin woman wearing mourning clothes and flowers on her head was sitting on her knees in the mourning hall with a sad expression, throwing paper money into the brazier from time to time.
The sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded at the door. Su Baoer squeezed the dagger in his hand and turned his head to stare at the door.
The visitor stopped at the door, and there was a knock on the door.
"Is Sister Bao here?"
When a familiar voice sounded, Su Baoer stood up suddenly. She hadn't eaten or drank for two days, which made her body shake a little.
She walked forward unsteadily and opened the door. A man in green clothes with perseverance in his eyes and a very cold expression stood in front of the door.
Seeing Su Baoer's pale face and her fragile and sad expression, Zhang Zhe couldn't help but frown.
"Condolences."
"I know, Brother Zhe, I..." Before Su Baoer could finish speaking, his eyes were in a trance, his steps were unsteady, and he fainted in Zhang Zhe's arms.
Zhang Zhe pulled her and looked around. No one was there, and sighed: "I'm sorry."
He picked up Su Baoer and could support her waist with one hand.
Chu's slender waist was probably the description in the book he accidentally opened. Zhang Zhe closed his eyes as he was guilty.
He found a room inside, took her in and tucked her in, and Zhang Zhe was ready to leave.
But Su Baoer suddenly took his hand.
Zhang Zhe felt very uncomfortable and wanted to let go of her hand, but was held tighter.
"Mother," her body curled up into a ball, her voice was very fragile and sad, giving off a protective feeling.
Zhang Zhe paused for a moment and patted the quilt gently with his hand, just like every child's parents pat their backs to comfort them when they sleep.
After waiting for a while, after Su Baoer fell asleep, Zhang Zhe got up, rubbed his sore back, and left the room.
In the morning, Su Baoer was awakened by a nightmare and was so frightened that he immediately looked for someone he trusted in the house.
After taking a look at her bare feet and showing no mercy, Zhang Zhe immediately averted his eyes and said, "Sister Bao, the floor is cold."
"Brother Zhe," Su Baoer, who was immersed in a nightmare, didn't hear clearly. Her eyes were red and she hugged Zhang Zhe, like a wild goose returning to its nest.
The man and woman were not kissing each other, Zhang Zhe wanted to push her away, but before he could, he felt a wet patch on his shoulder, and finally put down his hand that was reaching for her.
"Don't be afraid, everything is over."
Su Baoer was a child of Zhang Zhe's aunt. Her uncle was a vendor who did a small business in children's toys. Seven days ago, he was robbed by bandits when he broke into a forest trail. In the end, he and his aunt were killed by their knives.
Only Su Baoer stayed at home and finally hid.
She was supposed to be raised by her uncles and uncles from the Su family, but when she was rich, thousands of people went there, and when she was in trouble, everyone avoided her.
"Go and wash up quickly. After dinner we should go see off my aunt and uncle."
Su Baoer lowered his head and said in a trembling voice like the sound of a mosquito, "Okay."
She was about to walk back when Zhang Zhe hesitated and pulled her, taking off the talisman made of Bodhi seeds in his hand.
"Don't be afraid. Wear this and those bad guys and nightmares will be far away from you."
Su Baoer took it carefully. The bodhi seed was round and smooth, and it looked like it had been caressed by its owner frequently.
She pursed her lips in embarrassment and raised her eyes to look at Zhang Zhe.
Zhang Zhe explained calmly: "This is what my mother prepared for you, to pray for blessings and ward off evil spirits.
Su Baoer felt relieved and put the Bodhi bracelet on her right hand. The round, thick and pure Bodhi seeds made her hand whiter, tender and slender.
Zhang Zhe looked away, but he didn't expect that the Bodhi bracelet in his hand was a little too big in Su Baoer's hand.
He touched his wrist unaccustomedly and comforted himself: Forget it, it's just an external thing, and its best value is its usefulness.
When the time came, after the two of them had packed up, the Taoist priests invited by Zhang Zhe also arrived, and the coffin was ready to go out.
Zhang Zhe was dressed in white, and Su Baoer and Su Baoer were each holding a coffin. They were walking on the street with solemn and sad expressions, followed by the coffins of Su Baoer's parents.
Wherever the coffin went, the sound of suona sounded along the way.
Su Baoer's cousin should have been responsible for the spiritual position.
Nowadays, those who are lonely can only let Mrs. Su's nephew, someone with a different surname, take care of the job. People on the street looked at it with a sigh of relief.
When they arrived at their destination, Su Baoer's face was already filled with tears. She lay weakly on the fresh soil and sobbed.
Zhang Zhe directed everyone's movements, keeping his eyes on Su Baoer.
This scene was never the same. The young son cried, the coffin was covered with loess, and he lowered his eyes and let a tear slide down his cheek.
"Be good, don't be afraid, brother will always protect you."
Zhang Zhe walked over and hugged Su Baoer, his voice firm and gentle.
The coffin was covered with loess, and the stone tablet was erected.
Su Baoer and Jiang Zhe offered incense and tribute one by one and stood silently in front of the stone tablet.
Seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Zhe had to say: "Let's go."
Su Baoer nodded, turned back step by step, looked at the new grave reluctantly, and then left the place with Zhang Zhe.
