On this day, the Grimm Mountains became smaller again, and it was almost impossible to see the mountain for a while. Shaoqiu was also standing in front of the house at this time, looking at the changes in the Grimm Mountains, which were no longer visible in a daze.
The people in the deserted village were really scared to death at this time, because the sudden disappearance of the Grimm Mountains was like a bolt from the blue to the people who were used to the beautiful scenery on the mountains. Some even threatened to never live in the world again. . At this time, some people began to miss the Grimm Mountains, and some even cried. For the people in the deserted villages, the days without the Grimm Mountains were really nothing.
Without the Grimm Mountains, the wind and snow rushed straight from distant Siberia, leaving no trace of chickens or dogs in its path, and the young roof tiles were also lifted off piece by piece, smashed into pieces, and scattered with the wind. went. If there was the barrier of the Grimm Mountains, the wind and snow would not be so raging, and no one would stay in their houses and cry out about the cold.
However, once the Grimm Mountains were gone, Shaoqiu's breathing became much better, and there was no longer any burden in his heart. Seeing the trees and grass in this deserted village made him feel particularly comfortable. However, some people will stay alone in this deserted village and wilderness in the dark night, burning paper in the direction of the passing direction of the Grimm Mountains to express their eternal nostalgia for it.
One day, Aunt Hua came back from the mountain and walked past Shaoqiu's house. However, when she saw Shaoqiu, she didn't say anything. The indifference on her face was enough to make the river freeze with a thick layer of ice. And Shaoqiu didn't know where he had offended Aunt Hua to make her hate him so much? After Aunt Hua passed by, Shaoqiu was the only one staying in front of her house for a while. Listening to the sound of the river going east, I didn't know why, but I felt as confused as yesterday.
And this Shaoqiu was also very dissatisfied with his performance, and deeply hated himself for being rude and not knowing how to say hello to her. However, this was not his fault. It was not like he had not seen the expression on Aunt Hua's face when she walked by. That expression could almost scare him to death, it would be an exaggeration to say it was similar to a coffin board.
This must be because I have treated Xiaohua badly, or I shouldn't have looked at Xiaohua. Otherwise, why would Aunt Hua be so cold-faced? After Aunt Hua walked over, Shaoqiu was sitting in front of the house again, looking at the sky. And in the sky, what is this fashion? Empty and nothing, just like his failed life, it can also be said that there is nothing.
After Aunt Hua left for a long time, Shaoqiu sat in front of her house, eating, thinking about why the Grimm Mountains disappeared. At this moment, Aunt Hua came back again, with a smile on her face. She even walked to the door of Shaoqiu's house and asked him what he was eating. After Aunt Hua saw Shaoqiu's dishes, she walked along the country road again, which made Shaoqiu who was staying in front of the house very bored again.
At this moment, the swordsman walked down from Huagu's house again, carrying a sword on his back, and glanced at Shaoqiu. There was blood in his eyes. It seemed that he wanted to chop himself at this moment? And Shaoqiu did not offend this swordsman in any way. Why is this?
When the long swordsman left in his coir raincoat, the deserted village became as peaceful as water again.
The ghost-like eyes of the long swordsman made Shaoqiu, who was staying in front of his house, feel very frightened, but he had no way to deal with it. It seemed that he didn't know what to do.
At this time, he had no choice but to walk to his house and close the door, because the wind and snow outside were gradually getting stronger, and it would definitely not be a problem if he stayed like this any longer.
He couldn't leave this deserted village because he didn't have much strength left. Where could he go now? At this time, the door of his main room opened, and someone pushed open his main room quietly, like the wind. At this time, Shaoqiu was afraid that thieves would steal his things, so he went out to take a look, but he didn't look at it. This was a big deal. Someone entered his main room and put something into his main room without saying hello. This made Shaoqiu really annoyed. However, since the visitor was not afraid, he did not dare to quarrel with them. , so I had to pretend to know nothing and walked over to say hello.
This was a craftsman who was working next door. He might have thought the tools were too heavy when he returned home, so he placed them in Shaoqiu's room. His arrogance and rudeness are outrageous. It seems that this room does not belong to Shaoqiu, but to him, and he can place his things as he pleases. It's a pity that Shaoqiu is a scholar, otherwise, there would definitely be a fight at this time. However, Shaoqiu didn't. He just watched and could only let him put it there, otherwise?
Lao Wang next door was building a house at this time, making loud noises from time to time, making it impossible for Shaoqiu to calm down and read a book. If he didn't read, what else could Shaoqiu do in this deserted village? Not only that, when Lao Wang walked past Shaoqiu's house, he also threw a stone over. When he saw Hua Gu singing in front of Shaoqiu's house.
Fortunately, the stone did not hit Shaoqiu. It just broke through the window and rolled on the ground for a long time before gradually stopping. But his glass window was broken at this time, and the northwest wind blew in, blowing his books.
Shaoqiu wanted to light a fire in the outer room, but there was no firewood, because all the firewood he had picked up on the mountain during the day had disappeared. But it is not that easy to know who the thief is. He had no choice but to carry it on, letting the cold erode him. The coldness all over his body could no longer be worsened, and his coughing broke out like crazy.
There was no other way, so Shaoqiu had to pick up a rag in the house and plug the hole. The wind and snow couldn't get in for a while, and the house was a little warmer. I continued to stay in the room and read, but for some reason the light went out and came back on again. It seemed like there was someone behind me. When I turned around, I didn't see him.
Ever since, I stayed there and read Song poetry. After eating and drinking, I saw that the writing was indeed beautiful, and the rumblings in the deserted village stopped at this time. It looks like tomorrow will be a good day again.
At this time, Lao Wang turned around and came back, roaring so loudly in front of Shaoqiu's house that the lights were broken. For a while, he could hardly see anything in this house. However, Shaoqiu was pretty good. He could repair the lamp by himself. He fixed the lamp in a few moments and continued reading.
After looking at it for a long time, I opened the door and saw the white snow and the cold wind blowing on my face, like a knife cutting me.
Someone was killing someone on the other side of the river, and that person kept begging for mercy. However, in this deserted village, there was no such thing as begging for mercy, and the loser would only die. The man was killed just like that, and then there was a deathly silence, except for the constant sound of the river going eastward.
It's better to close the door, the wind is too strong, but then he thought of Xiaohua again, wondering what she was doing at this time?
