That night, Old Man Wu opened the door because he heard a voice ringing next to his house. It was a thief. Otherwise, why could he hear footsteps walking so late at night? Old man Wu held the knife in his hand. Once he found a thief, he would serve him with the knife in his hand.
The lights gradually dimmed. At this time, the deserted village became so dim that it was almost impossible to see the robbers. Just a moment ago, they flashed in front of my eyes, but after a while, they were gone. In response, Old Man Wu closed the door. The wind was strong. If he stayed outside, he would catch a cold, which would not be good.
However, as soon as Old Man Wu closed the door, he heard someone knocking on the door. It was late at night. Who was knocking on his door? At this time, Old Man Wu thought of ghosts. There were ghosts in deserted villages. It seemed that Uncle Feng had seen them. As for whether his words were taken seriously, he could not find out for a while. But if there is a ghost, it would be a bit difficult for Old Man Wu to deal with it with his own strength. Moreover, ghosts are generally quite cruel, and Old Man Wu is already in his twilight years and is no longer as brave as he used to be. He can deal with ordinary deserted villages. It is somewhat difficult for a person to fight, but it is even more unbearable to fight against a ghost.
Old man Wu closed the door and did not dare to go out, because in the middle of the night in the deserted village, something unsavory happened, and it was not easy to get out of it safely. A gust of wind howled by, the doors banged, and every household in the deserted village had broken doors and windows.
"Maybe it's the wind. How can there be ghosts and monsters in these great years?" Old Man Wu said to himself, but as soon as he finished speaking, the door of the house kept ringing again. It was quite clear at this time. , someone must be beating on the door of the house, but who it is, I don’t know.
"Open the door!" The man outside the door slapped the door and rushed in. Isn't it his son? Old man Wu was overjoyed to see his son back safely. He kept grabbing Sanmao and asking him questions. He looked at his face from time to time and saw that there was quite a bit of dust on his clothes, so he patted him gently. went.
"Where have you been these days?" Old Man Wu greeted him with greetings. At this moment, he wished that it was not his son who suffered, but himself.
"I went to Luzhen. There is a lot of gold there. I wanted to bring you a piece of gold, but I accidentally dropped it when I was walking on the road." Sanmao said to his father.
"Why don't you hurry up and look for it? It's gold. Can you throw it away casually without fear of thunder?" Old Man Wu said as he looked at his son.
"There is no need to look for it, because I fell into the river, and the river is so deep, and there are dragons out and about, so I don't dare to look for it at the moment." Sanmao said.
"Oh, forget it if you lose it. Anyway, as long as you don't lose your life, let's just say that we can't bear the rest." Old man Wu looked at his son and said.
After Old Man Wu entered the house and closed the door, Sanmao was lying in his hut, quite uncomfortable at this time. Without that guy, how would we continue the family line? I don't plan to ask for marriage for the moment, I just want to honor my father, and in my old age, I plan to enter a temple and become a monk.
However, at this time, Sanmao heard someone singing not far from the deserted village. It was a girl singing. She had liked him for a long time, but she felt that she was not worthy of her, so she could only treat her. He is pretending to be deaf and mute, preparing to get some money and make a fortune before proposing marriage. However, now that he has become like this, how can he marry her again? Thinking of this, Sanmao couldn't help but burst into tears.
Sanmao also opened the door of the house at this time, and stood in the wind for a while, feeling the desolation of the earth and the cruelty of the world, and listening to the sadness brought by the flowing water from the east. For a time, Sanmao felt melancholy between heaven and earth. . And the girl's voice when she sang to her across the river was so ethereal, bright and dim, elegant and romantic, but now that I have become a disabled person, how should I face this girl's tenderness?
Changfeng roared, lifting Sanmao's clothes from time to time, as if he wanted to see his place, but that place no longer existed. San Mao also had a lot of hatred for Lu Zhen at this time, especially the big man. If he had the ability in the future, he would definitely go to him to settle accounts, and he would never let him have a good life.
But the girl couldn't hear Sanmao's singing, so she stayed on the other side of the river for a while, looking lonely. She didn't know what happened to Brother Sanmao, and why she ignored her own singing for a while? Maybe Brother Sanmao is shy, otherwise why would he remain silent? In the past, Brother Sanmao couldn't have wished for him to hear himself singing to him? However, Brother Sanmao knows that he is shy, which is a great joy. Otherwise, his father will blame himself again, saying that he does not find good men, but chooses bad ones!
At this time, Sanmao's voice of response could not be heard. The girl was very happy at this time, thinking that Sanmao had changed his tune and was no longer the Wu Xia Amen of the past. How could he not be confused at this moment? Then he said something nice to Sanmao, which probably meant telling him to go to bed early and get up early, and to take care of himself.
Sanmao felt a little uncomfortable for a moment because he could no longer hear the girl's singing, but this was inevitable. Otherwise, even though he was a disabled person and wanted others to treat him well, what else could it be if he wasn't violating others? Although it was a bit cruel for the girl not to sing to herself, it was the right thing to do. Otherwise, wouldn't she have harmed others?
However, at this moment, Sanmao heard footsteps in front of the house. Someone walked into his yard. He must be trying to steal his own property? Although my family is not rich, there are always some delicious things, such as bacon, dried fish, etc., which are not delicious, but they are Sanmao's favorite.
Not long after, a man stood in front of his house, leaning on the window and looking at himself. His expression was quite lonely, as if he was deeply blamed for his lack of response. Otherwise, why would he be crying? This person is none other than a girl. I don’t know why she is lying on her window late at night. Does she want to talk to her?
However, Sanmao did not dare to face the girl. If she told the true situation of the matter, would the girl still treat him well at this time? But if you don't say it out loud, you feel that it's not a big deal to delay it like this. It's also quite unethical to delay someone's beautiful youth, isn't it?
Sanmao wanted to go up to the girl and say some kind words to the girl, but he was afraid that if he said the words, the girl would be poisoned by the gangster. Sanmao knew that there were quite a lot of second-rate men in the deserted village who coveted girls, but when he heard that the man she liked didn't have that kind of talk, the girl suddenly lost her spiritual support and had to be at the mercy of those second-rate men?
Sanmao hesitated for a moment, not daring to speak plainly, fearing that if the girl couldn't think about it and found a random man to fill the spiritual void, what should she do? Wouldn't it be harming others? At this moment, a bandit came up and sang to the girl, but because the girl had a sweetheart, she didn't pay attention to the band's singing for a while.
Sanmao was originally quite jealous when he heard the slut singing to the girl, but since he has become a cripple, he can't stop the girl. Since he really likes the girl, he can't help but let the girl live a happy life, right? At this time, Sanmao did not fight with the second-rate man, but huddled in the dust. The cold feeling gradually numbed him, and he was no longer in such pain. The girl was also afraid that Sanmao would be jealous, so she left the door of his house and disappeared like the wind. The second-rate son also followed the girl and disappeared in front of Sanmao.
