Sound

Author: Yao Jishan

Sound

Wei Shu lowered her body, and her whole body seemed to be integrated into the night and breeze, listening carefully to the movements in the room, and the voice gradually reached her ears:

"...Oh, poor, the people are gone like this, it's really a disaster."

This is an elderly woman talking, with a strong sadness in her vicissitudes of life, her voice trembling, as if she was crying.

"Mom, sit down... sit down and talk, don't be tired." Another middle-aged man's voice sounded, obviously the old woman's son, but the man seemed to be indifferent, and his voice was a little breath:

"Oh, where did Lao Jin go? I searched everywhere, but I said I didn't see it..."

Before he could say a few words, the man started coughing softly, with a turbid noise mixed in his panting. As Wei Shu guessed, he was a person with weak and sickness.

The coughing sound came, and another middle-aged woman's speech came, but she was trying to persuade the man in front: "Dad, please drink water, don't be anxious. Let's wait and see, maybe Brother Jin will come back later."

It seems that this is a family of three. According to their tone, the family must be familiar with Jin Gui and his son. Now the family is staying in the Jin family, and their words and actions are natural. It can be seen that the two families have close relationships and that if the owner is not there, they can also enter the household by themselves.

After the wife spoke, a rustling sound came from the room, as if she was moving the chair and stool and carrying cups. Then, the first old woman stopped crying and asked in a trembling voice:

"I heard Mrs. Zhang say something in a while later, and said that her noble baby is going to Yinwu Street to do a business. My son, have you been looking for it on Yinwu Street?"

Mrs. Zhang? Mrs. Zhang?

Wei Shu suddenly felt her heart tight.

Jin Gui's mother's surname is Zhang.

The middle-aged man coughed Fang Ping. When he heard this, he breathed unsteadily: "Mom, I've gone to find him, but no one has seen him."

"Oh, why is this child missing? He didn't even see the last time..." The old woman whispered hoarsely, and then cried sadly, shaking like bean lights, just like Wei Shu's gradually sinking heart.

Just these words have already shown many things, but she still took a step forward with the last glimmer of hope and the idea of ​​"not necessarily as I thought".

The night wind suddenly rose, the starlight of the ditch was scattered, and the shadow of the candle leaking from the thatched hut made the darkness around it thicker. At some point, a thin shadow had already appeared in the darkness.

The three people in the room did not notice the sudden changes outside the room, and they were still sitting around the only bed in the thatched cottage, sighing and crying. On the bed was a thin old woman with a thin hair, with a blue face and a purple lips, and no longer had a chance.

Wei Shu looked at it and found that the old woman must have been cleaned up, her head and face were wiped cleanly. Although there were some patches on her dress, she was washed very smoothly. The creases on it were quite new, and it seemed that she had just taken it out of the box.

In addition, there was a rattan stick next to the old woman's grass pillow. It was supposed that she had always supported her, so she had wiped and cleaned her. She lay flat on the bed with her rattan stick, looking peaceful and as if she was sleeping soundly.

If she ignored the scratches on her forehead and cheeks, and the obviously sunken sternum, she would be no different from those old people who died.

The family of three sitting around was all wearing cloth clothes and slings, and looked haggard. The old woman had gray hair and was covering her face and crying; the younger man next to her was sallow and sighing constantly; his wife was the most energetic of the three, and at this time she was full of sorrow and tired face.

"I really shouldn't have asked Mrs. Zhang too much..." The old woman cried again at this time, with tears in her turbid eyes, and a hint of regret appeared on her face:

"She was just waiting for Guiwa'er to wait. As I said that, she could not sit still. She was going to wait at the intersection, but she couldn't see her eyes..."

She choked and stopped talking, her gray hair trembled under the candle, as if she was extremely guilty.

Her daughter-in-law advised her, "Mom, how can you blame you? That old lady Zhang originally likes to go to the intersection and wait for Brother Jin to come home. We often advise her, when did she hear us again? What day should she not stand outside the door a few times?"

As she said that, she also turned red from her eyes and wiped the corners of her eyes and said, "If you want to blame, blame the god who killed this heaven. No one would let us suffer such suffering again. No one expected that someone would ride a horse in that place. If he knocked down someone, he would stop and take a look. He even stomped back again, spit! He is really a beast..."

"You can just whisper... cough cough cough..." The man suddenly started to cough violently, his whole face flushed due to suffocation, but he still struggled to interrupt his wife with hissing, gasping:

"...Don't talk about it anymore. That's the servant of Mr. Zach Shan's family. Mr. Zach Shan has just become a leader. Let's cough cough... how can we afford to provoke..."

After finally finishing his words, he bent down with coughing. His wife quickly picked up the water bowl beside her and put it to his lips to feed him water, but she no longer had the intention to speak.

The room was silent, the candlelight was faint, and there was a few barking sounds from a distance, and there was no other sound.

The night gradually became deeper, and the candlelight in the hut had gone out at some point. The stars in the sky disappeared, and the night was getting deeper and quieter...

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Three days later, on the Magic Lantern Festival, it was cloudy.

It rained a few minutes at dawn, but fortunately the rain stopped after a while. It was windy in the evening, and the clouds covered the moon. The sky was not too bad. Many people in Baishuang City gathered on the bank of Cang River and set off lights to pray for blessings.

In a short while, the millions of lotus lanterns floated on the river, and the boats in the alleys and craftsmen returned. The colorful candles were colorful, the light and shadows were burning, the prostitutes sang and danced, and the powder was wandering, just like the long stars fell in the sky, and the long Milky Way suddenly hangs upside down, but the dark and windy night turned into a noisy sky.

Jill's carriage was walking beside the river. Looking around the window, she saw the horse teams in front and behind, and there were bright candles in the river, as if walking among the lights of thousands of houses. Her face was illuminated by the river lamps, and it was clearly extinguished, and it was sometimes cloudy and sometimes sunny.

He Zhuo knelt beside Jiller, looked carefully at her expression, then brought the milk tea that had just added honey to her and said softly: "Master, it will be here later. You can drink a little tea to moisten your throat first."

Giller frowned and turned his face to let go of the teacup, and only raised his chin and said, "Let's leave it."

After speaking, he held his chin and looked at the river view outside the window, and his face looked unexpectedly: "What's going on just now? Why did you block the road? Whose family is making trouble?"

As she said that, her eyebrows were slightly raised, and she pulled up the curtain with a "brush". She felt that the lively outside was really unbearable, which made her feel upset.
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