Chapter 112 Living

Author: Yao Jishan

Chapter 112 Living

Lian'er held the cloth scarf in her hand tightly, and her bony joints stood up, as if the sharp bone was about to pierce the thin skin and flesh, pierced several blood holes, and also pierced the back and forth of her mind, which was disgusting and terrifying.

Living is so difficult, it is much more difficult than dying.

But she still wants to live.

She is only thirteen years old this year, just like what is sung in that opera, it is the age when flowers bloom and willows grow leaves. She doesn't want to die so early, let alone die... so miserable.

Humans are dry... bone meal... fat fields...

One by one, thoughts came up, and Lian'er felt like a large piece of ice was blocked in her cavity, which could not be dissolved or knocked away, making her body cold and she had difficulty breathing.

She had to stop her work, snatching the stone slabs with both hands, and panting with her mouth wide. A faint buzzing sounded in her ears, as if the summer cicada was hissinging desperately in her ears.

Soon, a few water droplets rolled to the ground along her chin and forehead. Lian'er blinked her eyes, but her eyes were still so achy that it hurt. The wind from all directions penetrated into her throat, and her eyes became dark.

She has seen too many dead people.

When those dying people exchanged their last breath, a strange and long voice would come from their throats, as if a hand was leaning in and grabbing their hearts and lungs, squeezed out the last bit of vitality there, and then wringed them clean.

It was like the dirty cloth towel she was twisting.

Then, those people will collapse and slump there heavily, their faces gradually become gray, and their bodies emit an indescribable smell - cold and heavy, like frozen stones, firmly built into the air, tamping everything around them tightly.

Lian'er no longer has the strength to raise her hand to wipe her face.

All her strength is used to support the weight of her body, as if only in this way, the fear that comes from the deepest part of her heart will not crush her.

She really doesn't want to die.

She wants to live.

Even though she worked day and night, even if she was hungry and frozen, she didn't want to be dried up, ground into bone meal, and used as fertilizer for the field.

As soon as she thought of this, Lian'er couldn't help but tremble all over, as if the huge and cold stone mill had pressed on her body, grinding all the flesh and blood in her body.

If you die like this, you may not even be reincarnated, let alone even a complete soul that will disappear from heaven and earth forever.

Lian'er's face was covered with blue gray like a dead person, and her body was trembling uncontrollably. Even though the warm spring light was shining on her body, she still felt very cold, so cold that she could get out of the cracks of her bones.

The east wind blew on its own, not recognizing the sorrow of this small corner of the world. There were already a lot of water stains on the stone slab that had not been wiped out, and extremely deep blue spots were leaking out, as if the moss accumulated over the years.

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from afar.

Lian'er's body suddenly stiffened.

Now there is no serious master in the house. Those managers must be eating now and will not run into the garden at this time. Apart from these two, the only person who comes is a somewhat decent golden slave, maybe he has been passing by.

These thoughts almost instantly came to my mind, and Lian'er's body had already moved first. She moved her knees aside, making way for the right path, and at the same time, she supported the ground with her hands, buried her head deeply between her arms, and even breathing lighter.

The visitor walked quickly and walked very quickly. He soon arrived in front of Lian'er.

Lian'er lay motionlessly on top, thinking that the Jinnu would bypass her disdainfully, just like the Jinnu when they faced Songnu.

However, the footsteps suddenly stopped.

A pair of shoes appeared at the end of Lian'er's sight. There were already some silk-splitting half-old silk, embroidered with several clusters of forsythia flowers. The stitches were not as fine as they were, but they were better than bright colors and were very eye-catching.

"I'm finally looking for you."

In the gentle sound of the wind, a thread of sound floated into my ears. The extremely delicate guttural sound, with a hint of smile, was inexplicably familiar.

Lian'er opened her mouth, and the words "I should die" that she said recently had already spread to her lips.

However, the next breath, her voice stuck in her throat.

She raised her head suddenly.

At that moment, a nearly burning light burst out from the deep sunken eye sockets on the face that was as gray as a skeleton.

"...Is it... it's you?" Lian'er opened her eyes wide and tried to identify the figure standing in the backlight.

However, the noon sun was still gorgeous, like golden arrows piercing into her eyes, and tears soon flowed down her eyes. The blurred vision made everything in front of her even more difficult to distinguish. Large black shadows surged up immediately, and she gradually felt dizzy.

She shook her head, and suddenly, she didn't know where the strength and courage came from, and she grabbed the corner of the skirt of the visitor:

"Is it... it's you... it's you..." The trembling voice squeezed out from Lian'er's throat with difficulty, and was cut into pieces by the strong spring wind.

The overwhelming darkness swept across. At this moment, Lian'er's groggy head was only these four words left. All her strength seemed to be exhausted by these four words, and she was even unable to grasp the dress anymore and let the fine cloth slide from her fingers.

The wind blew by, and the skirt was rolled up.

Wei Shu squatted down slowly, pinched the hem of the skirt into a roll, stuffed it back into Lian'er's hand, and said softly: "Well, it's me, Lian'er. I'm here to find you."

Lian'er grabbed the corner of the skirt blankly.

At this time, there was no trace of blood on her face, but her eyes were red like blood, as if the sun was burning the little bit of her remaining flesh and blood with this flame.

Lian'er suddenly had her face twisted and she pulled her hard.

She was ruthless, gritting her teeth, her face was ferocious, but her strength was worse than that of a three-year-old child. She muttered something, as if she was cursing wildly, and as if she was scolding her indignation, but in the end, it turned into a deep cry like a wild beast.

This almost half-crazy look made the girl in front of her no longer as beautiful as before, and the line of bloody red and black handwriting that stabbed her left cheek also made her look almost crazy.

Mu Na Hei Tai.

The bloody handwriting pierced Wei Shu's sight one by one. She subconsciously turned her head and the coldness of the corners of her eyebrows soaked into her eyes.

It turned out that the former Song Nu Lian'er had become the lowest Li Nu. I believe that the Song slaves in the Baihuayuan were all stabbed and turned into "bad animals" that were trampled on by the entire Dajin Jin.

Whenever those Jin people calculate the number of slaves, they never call it "e" but instead use "head".

One head of the murmur, or many head of the murmur, the black pagoda.
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