At three o'clock in the night, Wang Xiaomo woke up from hunger. She opened her eyes, hugged the quilt and sat up, leaning on the bedside and staring blankly at the swaying shadows of the trees outside the window.
The cool breeze blew a puff of moisture in the air. She moved her nose, as if she was attracted by the smell. She turned around and saw a meal, including porridge and various kinds of food, placed under the oil lamp on the table beside the bed. There is a cup of tea beside the side dishes. I don’t know what kind of fairy trick this is. In this cool night, the tea is still steaming.
The oil lamp is dim and the food is light. On this stormy night, there is nothing more soothing than this scene.
Wang Xiaotai lifted the quilt and got up from the bed. She walked slowly and slowly to the table and sat down. She picked up the chopsticks and put the rice and porridge into her mouth.
She ate so much that her muscles were trembling wildly, and several twisting and winding veins popped up on her forehead. She moved her cheeks, one after another with difficulty, and her upper teeth and lower teeth rubbed together like a tight knot. She ate the bowl of porridge as if she was a mortal enemy and felt heartbroken.
But soon she vomited out the porridge she had just eaten, retched, picked up the bowl and continued eating, retched again, and ate again...
After a while, she was crying and trembling all over, as if she had exhausted all her strength to stuff the entire bowl of porridge down her throat.
After finishing the porridge, King Xiao Tai looked at the clean bowl and lay on the table crying alone.
That voice was shrill and tragic, more heart-stopping than any cry in the world. Anyone who heard it would be heartbroken and cry with her in mourning.
While crying she said sorry, sorry, sorry.
She really wanted to go with them, but she also felt really hungry all of a sudden. She was so hungry that nothing could satisfy her. She should die. She shouldn't eat this bowl of porridge. , but she couldn’t help it!
If she was ambitious, she should have rushed to the mountain to find Bailian, even if it was just a corpse.
If she is ambitious, she should run behind her parents, let her father and mother run first, and let the dragon eat her first.
If she had the ambition, she should have escaped early with Dandan.
If she had ambition, she should not eat this bowl of porridge, and she should starve to death in this endless hell as soon as possible.
Why can she still eat this bowl of porridge!
She has always been a person without ambition.
It would be great if my father and mother-in-law gave birth to a child other than themselves. They should give birth to a child who is extremely talented, has his own immortal bones, and can fly to the sky at a young age and shake the world. In this way, that child will lead the world when the disaster comes. As long as they flee to other places, they may not even encounter drought.
It would be nice if she had never known Bailian. Her friend should not be someone like herself. She should be friends with someone who has no obsession and no need for revenge. That friend should be good at dancing and they can travel around the world together. In this way, she would not wait for her to die in the heavenly palace, with no bones left.
Why is it that a waste like me is the one who survives?
Dull, cowardly, greedy for life and afraid of death, not lovable at all.
Wang Xiaotai cried and laughed again. Like a ghost, there was no joy in her dead eyes, but she still managed to pull up the corners of her mouth to make a smile.
He laughed and cried again, like a madman.
The sky was bright outside the window, and it started to rain while Wang Xiaomo was eating porridge. Now outside Wang Xiaomo's window, it was like experiencing an apocalypse. The branches were knocked to the ground, and the ground was covered with mud and rotten flowers. It was a mess.
After the storm, everything needs to be reborn, and people who have been broken also need time to rebuild their bones and blood.
Pitter-patter, it started to rain again in Lishan.
There is so much rain here. It would be great if the Jinghe River also had this much rain this year.
The tears on his face had dried and his eyes were swollen. Wang Xiaotai raised his head silently and looked at the messy things outside the window. He sat motionless, as if his body had solidified into a cold statue.
The magma poured everything into a hard shell, sealing all the emotions tightly within it, leaving only the pain that was subtle and hidden and unable to escape.
The rage in Wang Xiaomo's heart has never stopped day and night since the moment she was born. The red lotus karma fire from the Eight Cold Hells is always burning crazily. It is always demanding Wang Xiaomo's life, her desires, her desires, It burned her whole life, everything about her.
It drives her to act all the time. After the stormy night, the karmic fire of revenge will surely drive Wang Xiaomo to burn everything in the world to the ground one day.
Everything that was once beautiful melted away like ice and snow under the sun.
The once pure whiteness was stained with dirt and mud, and it was no longer half pure.
Li Jiutuan took new meals from the kitchen. The new junior sister had not yet entered Taoism. His mother was ready to retreat when she came back. Before the retreat, he gave him the task of teaching the junior junior sister. Li Jiutuan still remembered that his mother looked in the direction of Mount Tai and sighed. The tone is, "The ways of heaven are unkind and the ways of heaven are unpredictable."
Then the old mother also said that the junior sister does not have immortal roots, and it is up to her to choose what she wants to learn. A mortal's life is shallow, and it is enough to be happy.
As soon as they arrived at Lishan Mountain, the junior sister Wang Xiaodai fainted on the mountain path. Li Jiutuan discovered that her body had long been in decline. Moreover, the junior sister was not yet an adult and was still a frail child. She should have grown up healthily and happily under the protection of her parents. My child, it’s just that the way of heaven is unpredictable. After suffering such suffering, it would be good if he could live to be fifty as a mortal if he was properly cared for.
Li Jiutuan personally made a lot of medicated meals for Wang Xiaotai, and decided to use these fairy medicated meals to feed Wang Xiaotai until he was 100 years old.
Wang Xiaotai had been in coma for a day, and logically she should have woken up this morning. Li Jiutuan carried a new medicinal meal and braved the heavy rain to find the freshly baked junior sister Wang Xiaotai.
He thought he would see a lonely girl still lying on the bed, but when he arrived in front of Wang Xiaomo's room, he found that she had already woken up.
Wang Xiaotai did not stay in the room. She walked out of the room without a coat, hugged her knees and squatted in a corner that was not wet. She leaned her head against the wall and stared at the heavy rain outside.
She was fascinated by the heavy rain.
The rain was heavy and fast.
The sky and the earth are connected by a huge bead curtain, making it difficult to see the surroundings clearly.
Only the faint greenness was seen, and the leaves were crackled, the wind blew and the rain fell, and from time to time some rain splashed on her body, which was ice-cold.
She looked at it and couldn't help but stretched out her hand to catch it, letting the rain falling from the sky wet her sleeves and skin. Although the eyes were red and swollen, they did not have the anger that my mother said, but instead had a calmness that seemed to blend into all things.
She heard the sound, raised her face from the ground, and looked at Li Jiutuan who was holding the medicinal meal. She looked haggard, her hair was disheveled, and her face was expressionless. She didn't have the slightest childishness that someone of her age should have. She looked like a person who had been taken away by black and white. The cold female ghost.
Li Jiutuan's Taoism naturally operated and separated the rainwater close to him. Therefore, even if he did not hold an umbrella, the rainwater would not splash on the immortal. However, Wang Xiaotai, who was squatting in the corner, was too close to the rainwater and could not avoid it even if he hid in a dry place. My clothes got wet.
They looked at each other through the rain. Before Li Jiutuan could speak, Wang Xiaotai suddenly said, "Is that Senior Brother Li Jiutuan?"
Jin Nanjing was right. Even though he was stunningly beautiful, Li Jiutuan's white clothes would have looked like a funeral to others, but he had an air of immortality about him and was not unlucky at all.
Now, in the pouring rain, the immortal brought her a bowl of steaming medicinal food.
Wang Xiaomo squatted on the ground and looked up at him, as if looking up at the bright moon in the sky.
