Because the gangsters were not allowed to light their own lamps at night, Shaoqiu had to rely on the moonlight when he read at night. Otherwise, the consequences of offending the gangsters will be disastrous.
This is another cold winter, snowflakes are falling on the ground. Outside the house, up and down the river, and in deserted villages, there is snow everywhere. On such a cold snowy night, Shaoqiu huddled in his room. He had nowhere to go but stayed in the darkness, lamenting the hardship of life.
The Black Bandit's tower crane is still busy. This busyness has lasted all winter, and the surroundings of its workplace can be said to be brightly lit, and even the ants crawling quietly on the ground can be clearly seen. A big ant, because the black bandit disturbed his sleep, was cursing his mother very obscenely. Compared with the cursing of his mother by human beings, it was even worse.
Of course, luckily the black bandits didn't notice this, otherwise they would definitely have killed the ant and even cut it into pieces. But it’s not my fault. This is a great winter, so hibernators must have a good sleep, but this black bandit is making noisy noises for no reason. It would be strange not to scold me at this time.
In such a snowy day, Shaoqiu heard the black bandits calling him again, because a bridge was being built not far away. According to the customs in deserted villages, people were not allowed to call people by their names when the bridge was being built. But this black bandit had shouted so many times that day, almost from morning till night. Even at night when everyone was asleep, he was still shouting.
The construction not far away was in full swing, and the black bandits were not idle either. The deserted village was very busy for a while, and in the midst of this busyness, the black bandits kept shouting Shaoqiu's name. If you do this when building a bridge, it will be very bad for people, because in this way, it seems that the person being called is sacrificed, and something will happen in a short time.
Of course Shaoqiu knew about this, and he didn't dare to respond for a while. He just sat in his room and read a book by the snow light outside. Because the black bandits were not allowed to light their own lamps, they had no choice but to read against the snow.
While I was reading, I heard someone outside the door calling my name non-stop, "Shaoqiu, someone is calling you!" the person shouted.
The man seemed to be very afraid that Shaoqiu wouldn't hear, so he reminded him, but Shaoqiu didn't respond. He knew that he couldn't answer people calling him randomly when he was building the bridge, otherwise, his life might be unpredictable in the future. Seeing that Shaoqiu didn't answer, the man left quickly, not daring to stay for a moment longer.
Shaoqiu just stayed in the snowy light, reading quietly amidst the sound of hangings from the Black Bandit Tower. He did not agree to the unprovoked shouts of the people outside for a while, otherwise, there might be an unexpected disaster. However, people in the entire deserted village began to shout their names continuously. At this time, Uncle Hua was lying on the door of Shaoqiu's house, beating the dilapidated door and shouting loudly. Due to excessive force, , by this time his voice was already hoarse.
Shaoqiu didn't respond to Uncle Hua's hoarse voice calling out his name for a while. He really didn't dare to respond, otherwise something might happen. However, he couldn't hear Shaoqiu's answer. Hua Bo didn't seem to leave at this time. He even slapped the door of the room with his hand, for fear that Shaoqiu would fall asleep or something and not hear his words.
The bridge in the distance was under constant construction, and the roar of machines echoed the shouts of the gangsters. Uncle Hua did not show weakness, and shouted to Shaoqiu to die. However, no matter what, Shaoqiu didn't answer. He just stayed in his room, reading a book against the snow.
Hua Bozhi's hoarse voice scared a child to tears, thinking it was a ghost coming, so he kept crying. But the child was accompanied by his own mother and was not afraid for a while.
Only Shaoqiu was staying in his room at this time, reading a book in the snowy light, and ignored Hua Bo's hoarse shouts, thinking they were just farts. Otherwise, if you fall into other people's tricks, life will be difficult in the future.
However, Shaoqiu had to listen to the black bandit's cry for a while, because those who didn't listen to him might even be killed. Have the black bandits killed too few people in deserted villages?
"I'll count to three. If you don't answer, I'm going to come over and kill you." The black bandit said.
After hearing this, Shaoqiu had no choice but to answer, so he responded. Hearing Shaoqiu's response, Hua Bo happily left. However, Shaoqiu was in a bad mood for a time when he responded to the black bandit's call. According to legend, when he heard someone calling his name while building a bridge, it was generally unacceptable to respond.
But he responded. Shaoqiu lay on the table for a while, not knowing what to do. For a while, he didn't even think about reading. Even lying on the bed was quite comfortable.
I don’t know when I will die. Shaoqiu thought this, but he was unwilling to give in, but he couldn't find a way to deal with it. He lay on the table for a while, really not knowing what to do.
Just when he was at a loss of what to do, he heard Uncle Hua coming over again, lying beside his door, calling to himself in a hoarse voice, asking himself if he still wanted the crops on the mountain. When Shaoqiu heard this, if he didn't reply, it could even be said that Hua Bozhi had set fire to his crops.
He responded immediately. On this night of bridge repair, Shaoqiu had already responded twice. I didn't know how to live the days to come. It might be full of glory, or it might be death.
After answering the people's shouts, Shaoqiu walked out and found that the deserted village was completely silent for a while. No human voice could be heard. A gust of wind blew by, making him cough constantly. Shaoqiu's illness was not cured yet, but after answering the cries of these people, he didn't know what to do for a while, and the medicine he took seemed to have no effect.
There's so much snow outside. Shaoqiu just stood in the snow, while a branch of wintersweet was blooming in the distance, and the faint fragrance came, which made people feel comfortable.
In the snow, Shaoqiu took advantage of no one to disturb him, so he read a book under the snow light. At this time, the construction of the bridge in the distance was temporarily stopped, and the deserted village was quiet, with the only two sounds. The barking of dogs kept coming, and when I smelled it, it was quite majestic. But after he answered the people's shouts, was he going to die?
Just at this time, Shaoqiu saw Xiaohua appearing in front of him again. Although the snow was quite heavy, Xiaohua's smile complemented the wintersweet, which can be said to be quite beautiful. Seeing Xiaohua standing not far away, smiling at himself, Shaoqiu no longer wanted to read, put down the book, and kept walking forward with her.
Shaoqiu and the girl sat on the bank of the river. It was already late at night, and everyone in the deserted village was asleep. Only Shaoqiu and the girl sat on the bank of the river, looking at the river going east, speechless. Pieces of snowflakes sprinkled down, and everything up and down the river was completely white. Reflecting the moonlight, the whiteness of the snow was even more dazzling, to the point where I dared not look down upon it.
The girl was sitting not far away, with a resentful look in her eyes and a lonely expression. It seemed that Shaoqiu had done something terribly sorry for her, otherwise he would never be so depressed. Shaoqiu then stood up, and the girl also stood up, walking forward, turning back from time to time, shaking her long hair, and laughing softly.
The snow is still falling continuously, and in this deserted village, people have the urge to recite poetry for a while, but with the presence of the girl, I don't want to recite poetry for a while, but just want to sit with her and talk. However, the girl left quickly and was not close to him. How could Shaoqiu catch up with her at this time?
The sky and the earth are vast, and the bridge is under construction in the distance. The firelight reflects the snow, and you can see the woods and stones far and near. And on the stone, there was a bird whose name I didn't know, and it kept singing. It was so sad and desolate that it made people cry.
Because it was snowing heavily and he was ill, Shaoqiu could not catch up with the girl, but at this time he found that the girl called his name. When you hear someone shouting your name while building a bridge, generally speaking, you must not respond. Otherwise, the disease may not be cured, and people who are not sick may also get sick.
Hearing the girl call him was an unprecedented thing in his life. If Shaoqiu didn't respond for a moment, then this would be the end of his relationship with the girl. But if you agree, it will be quite unlucky.
"Shaoqiu." The girl called out.
"Alas." Shaoqiu had to respond.
Hearing Shaoqiu's response, and then looking at the bridge in the distance, the girl seemed to have completed her task, breathed a long sigh of relief, and left quickly. Shaoqiu was sick, and he couldn't catch up with the girl's departure. So he sat down on a cold stone, facing the flowing water, and his mood was extremely bad.
I originally thought that I could have an affair with the girl when I got to the river, but I didn't expect it to be like this. I felt very regretful for a moment. I really shouldn't have accepted the girl. But now that we have agreed, what should we do?
At this moment, I seemed to hear someone speaking to me, but if I listened carefully, I couldn't hear anything. Only the wind kept roaring and blew by. Up and down the river, there was a vast expanse of sky. Snowflakes fell one after another and sprinkled on Shaoqiu's body, making him shiver.
At this time, Shaoqiu took out a book and read it by the moonlight. He could only read here. Otherwise, the room would be dark, how could he read? The black bandit was not allowed to turn on the light by himself, saying it was too dazzling, otherwise he wouldn't have stayed in the snowy wind to read.
The girl left. The back figure was blurry and gradually disappeared from Shaoqiu's mind. At this time, he was the only one facing the roar of the wind everywhere, and all the books and papers were flipping with the wind, and there were even some books. , due to the howling of the strong wind, it was broken into pieces.
