The vast mountains are green and towering into the clouds.
But under the dim sky, it looked eclipsed.
The wind began to blow violently from all directions. Among the mountains and dense forests, there were echoes of varying levels, as if someone was blowing a sad horn in the forest.
Dark clouds began to gather rapidly.
There was a huge "boom" sound, and a bolt of lightning split open the dark sky. Big raindrops began to fall densely from the mid-air, hitting the faces of pedestrians on the road with pain.
The raindrops hit the roof with a loud echo.
Ayesha sat blankly in front of the window, watching the rain dripping from the eaves drop by drop, without any sparkle in her eyes. The originally bright face has become thin and sunken, and the skin on her body seems to have lost the luster that a girl should have.
In a corner of the room, squatting was a little boy who looked to be no more than two or three years old.
The child had a bare head, and there was not even a single hair on his head.
At this time, he was just huddled in the corner, his hands wrapped around his knees, he seemed a little cold, his pair of light pink eyes blinked slightly, and he looked at the woman sitting in front of the window, but he did not dare to say a word, it seemed that I was afraid that I had angered her.
Time seems to have passed for a long time, and the rain gradually became lighter.
The little boy's stomach began to growl, but Ayesha remained motionless, still sitting in front of the window in a daze.
He finally plucked up the courage, stood up, and walked carefully to Ayesha: "Ama, are you hungry?"
Ayesha didn't answer his words, as if she hadn't heard him. She was still looking out the window blankly, as if there was something magical outside the window that attracted her.
After a while, she said: "Go to the neighbor's aunt to beg for some food and come back."
"Okay." The little boy seemed to have gotten used to Ayesha's attitude towards him. He just pulled on his somewhat worn linen shirt and tried hard to open the door.
The bamboo door seemed too big for him. It took a lot of effort for him to open the door. The wind brought the rain in, making him shiver.
It's really cold when it rains.
Ayesha by the window was finally moved by the wind. She turned her head and said coldly: "Close the door."
The little boy hurriedly walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.
The rain in the sky seems to have become lighter, and only some scattered raindrops are still falling.
The dark clouds had begun to disperse, and a ray of sunshine shone through the clouds and fell on the little boy.
The little boy trotted all the way to the house not far next door and patted the bamboo door.
The sky began to slowly turn blue, and the people who had been trapped in their houses by the heavy rain stuck their heads out to look at the sky. Some of the more diligent people had already walked out of their houses with their work items.
The bamboo door that had been slapped by the little boy opened. A woman about forty years old opened the door. She looked down and saw the little girl at the door and squatted down quickly: "Ayu, why is it you?"
Ayu just called Auntie and lowered her head aggrievedly.
The aunt touched his face and felt a little cold. She quickly got up and brought a cloth hat from the house and put it on his head: "My face is so cold, it must be frozen. It rains a lot these days." , so does your grandma, why do you want to cut off not a single hair of your hair?"
As long as he could remember, his aunt seemed to have always been cold and cold, often not saying a word to him for a day. And in those days, only this aunt who lived near his home, like This cloth hat kept him warm.
After the aunt put on his hat, she asked him with a smile: "Are you a little hungry? Your aunt's legs and feet are not convenient. She hasn't been out these days. I guess you don't have anything to eat. I was thinking I’ll go see you later, that’s fine now.”
After saying this, she turned around and took out a bamboo basket from the house, which was filled with corn: "I happen to have some corn here, and I don't think you can carry it. Come, I will take you back and take a look at you." Grandma.”
After saying that, he reached out to hold Ayu.
Little Ayu obediently took his aunt's hand, and the warm palm made him very greedy for a time. He seemed to have never remembered that his aunt held him like this.
The rain outside has completely stopped, and the temperature seems to have risen a bit.
Auntie walked on the road holding little Ayu.
The small flowers on the roadside seemed to become more colorful after being washed by the rain.
"Grandma, I'm back. Grandma brought us a lot of corn."
Ayu opened the door excitedly. Although Aisha had never given him a good look, Ayu still relied on her unconsciously. Perhaps this was due to blood.
But the scene inside the door made him so shocked that he couldn't move.
Auntie, who was behind her, smiled and ran: "Little Ayu, why are you running so fast? Auntie can't even catch up with you."
Auntie didn't seem to notice the sluggish little figure in the house. She just held the corn basket in one hand and tried to push open the bamboo door with the other hand: "Little Ayu, why are you staying here? Please call me your grandma."
The moment Auntie stepped into the door, her heart was shocked, and the corn in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter in the basket.
She rushed into the room in two or two steps and helped the woman who fell on the ground.
A ray of bright blood gurgled down from her lips, making her bloodless face look even paler. The cold touch of her hands also shocked the aunt who was supporting her.
"Aunt Ayu, wake up." Auntie shook Aisha's body desperately, as if she wanted to shake her awake, but her already thin body now looked more like a tree in Auntie's broad hands. The duckweeds in autumn fall alone.
Perhaps because Auntie was shaking violently, Ayesha seemed to have a slight movement and opened her eyes slightly.
"Little Ayu, come quickly, your mother is awake." Auntie finally sighed and hurriedly waved to little Ayu who was standing at the door.
Ayu hurriedly wanted to run in front of Ayesha, but stopped one step away. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to get closer to her, but he was afraid of making her unhappy.
This was his last memory of her.
The night gradually became thicker.
Wen Jirou turned her head slightly and looked at Gu Jianghe under the light. The dim light made her face a little blurry.
This is a small wine shop in Zhaitou.
Under the eaves, bacon and game cooked by the owner of the restaurant hang, and the aroma of wine in the house is fragrant.
The night was getting quite late, and there were only one table of them left in the wine shop. The boss, a middle-aged man in his forties, did not chase them away, but just allowed them to drink and chat. He was sitting in the corner, drinking wine and eating meat. After he was full of wine and food, he half-collapsed on the ground and fell asleep.
The bursts of snoring also made the only two customers in the wine shop laugh.
A loud snoring suddenly startled the boss awake. He jumped up from the ground with a start. He rubbed his eyes and muttered: "What's wrong? Is it thundering?"
Wen Jirou smiled slightly and said, "Uncle Ayi, are we disturbing your rest? Let's leave now."
Uncle Ayi rubbed his eyes and realized that he was dreaming. He then waved his hand and said, "What are you going to do? You guys keep drinking. We are all from the same village. What are you afraid of?"
After saying that, he lifted up the bench on the ground nonchalantly, sat down, picked up the wine bottle on the table and took another sip of wine. In the blink of an eye, he fell to the ground and fell asleep again.
Wen Jirou picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured a glass of wine into the wine glass in front of Gu Jianghe. The color was like honey. She picked up the wine glass and drank it in one sip. The spicy feeling was like a ball of fire, rolling down her throat. After it went down and entered the intestines, the spicy feeling disappeared, and a warmth echoed in the tip of the belly.
"Although the wine in southern Yunnan is strong, it is very mellow." Gu Jianghe praised sincerely.
"Although strong liquor can warm you up, you'd better drink less if you're not in good health." Under the candlelight, the man also drank a glass of wine, and his light pink eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.
"What happens after that?" Gu Jianghe asked impatiently.
Wen Jirou looked at her. She was not embarrassed by talking about her unbearable past. Instead, there was a smile between her eyebrows: "You seem to be very interested in my past."
"Yes." It seems that after the battle with Mingyue Cult, Gu Jianghe's health has really deteriorated a lot. She used to be able to drink strong alcohol, but now she feels a little dizzy after just a few drinks. At this time, she Looking at the man in front of her who asked her question, she just nodded honestly, "I really want to know. I remember when I first met you, you were very mysterious. You have albinism, which is rare in the world, but you also have...
With your proud martial arts skills, to be honest, I have always been curious about you since I first met you. "
Wen Jirou looked at her with some surprise, but after thinking about it, it made sense: "I have long heard that the owner of Yaowu Valley has a weird and free-spirited character. You were raised by her. You are indeed different from ordinary women. .Since you want to know so much, it doesn’t hurt to tell you.”
He lowered the wine pot and poured Gu Jianghe another full glass of wine.
She smiled, raised her cup and started doing it.
Uncle Ayi's snoring kept ringing in the wine shop, and the dim candlelight flickered in the night, illuminating the two figures sitting at the table.
Gu Jianghe held his cheek with his hand and looked at Wen Jirou.
His voice was soft, talking about the past that he originally thought he would never want to recall again.
His last memory of his mother was in that house after the rain.
Auntie waved to him hurriedly, and he hurriedly ran to Ayesha and wanted to touch her, but withdrew his hand in fear.
But rarely, Ayesha raised her hand weakly, wanting to touch him.
Seeing that he was still stunned, Auntie quickly took out a hand to hold him, and said angrily: "Xiao Ayu, why are you in such a daze? Your mother is dying."
The hand touched his face, and he felt that cold touch that he would never forget in his life.
"The past four years have been enough torture for you and me. Ayu, I'm sorry for letting you come into this world in this way, but I can't give you the maternal love you should have. Today may be a relief. From now on, Maybe you will live a more comfortable life without me."
Ayesha struggled to put on a smile on her pale face. She turned her head hard and looked at Auntie: "Auntie, thank you for your care over the past few years, but I don't have the ability to repay you."
Auntie gasped and responded in a panic: "Stop talking nonsense, just wait here, I will find a doctor for you." After that, she stood up.
At this time, Ayesha didn't know where the strength came from, and grabbed her aunt. The force was so strong that she couldn't move for a moment.
"I have reached the end of my life, so I don't have to worry about finding a doctor for me anymore. Auntie, if you can, you can take more care of Ayu after I die."
Auntie didn't know what to do at this time, so she could only nod hurriedly and responded first.
At this time, little Ayu finally mustered up the courage, grabbed Aisha's arm, and called out "Ama" in a voice as thin as a mosquito.
Ayesha used her last bit of strength, turned her head, and shook little Ayu's arm: "Ayu, my mother has never told you that you are very good-looking. We have a long relationship with you. It’s an injustice, but you were born to me after all. From now on... just wish yourself well——
I hope we will never see each other again in this way in our next life. "
After the last word fell, Ayesha lowered her eyes, and the hand holding Xiao Ayu's arm lost strength.
Seeing his only relative die in front of him, he finally couldn't help but burst into tears.
The drunkenness seemed to be gradually getting to her head. The man in front of Gu Jianghe seemed to have a double image, and her voice began to become angry: "Why were you called Ayu when you were little?"
"When my mother gave birth to me, she didn't even want to look at me, let alone name me." Wen Jirou smiled helplessly, "Auntie gave me this name. I heard her say it's She gave me this name because it rained heavily the night I was born."
"But after your mother died, didn't you follow your aunt? Why did you come to the Central Plains again?"
Finally, his right hand could no longer hold up his increasingly heavy head. When Gu Jianghe's head was about to hit the table, Wen Jirou quickly caught her with his hand. After putting her hand on the table, he slowly Pulling his hand out from under her head.
Under the dim light, the woman who had fallen asleep rubbed her head on her arm and murmured questions.
The man beside him laughed a little: "Don't you want to hear a story? The story hasn't ended yet, why did you drink yourself like this?"
