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Chapter 57 Thousands of Blood
###057 Thousands of blood
A closed city, a closed house.

There will only be a lament above the resplendent court hall, just like the lament of people every time they face death for thousands of years.

Soon, history will sweep away the sorrow, and no one will remember those fresh human lives, and no one will care about the neatly arranged names on the list of the dead.

Behind every name is a life that was once alive and kicking.Later, it became nothing more than numbers and waste paper burned on fire.

A closed city, a closed house.

Corpses were lying peacefully on the bed, as if they were asleep.

A man hugged his newlywed wife and put one hand on her belly; inside was a child who had just entered the world.

Li Yafu's knife is still in his hand, which is all the honors in his life, but fortunately he will hold it tightly in his hand until he dies.

Because of this knife, his neighbors feared him and respected him; because of this knife, he married the girl of his dreams.Until his death, he did not know that the woman who became his wife because she was afraid of the knife had never loved him from the beginning to the end.

None of these things mattered.Now he and his wife will never be separated again, and he no longer has to worry about his wife being dissatisfied with his marriage and harboring other men in her heart.

If there is any benefit to death, it is that all the things that are important in daily life are instantly wiped out and become meaningless.

A closed city, a closed house, everything comes to a standstill.

If people can think about everything with death as the starting point, they may be open-minded and carefree.

But how many people in the world can be so open-minded? No.Because not many people know when they will die.Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, the only thing impossible is yesterday.

For the people of Sui'an Prefecture, death is yesterday's thing.

There is no other word to describe it except dead silence, and there is no trace of life in the eyes of Ye Xiaolou and Nightingale.

The weather is clear and the cold wind lingers.

Suddenly a figure crawled out from the cold wind, the figure of a girl.She was lying on all fours, moving forward clumsily and greedily, crawling from the west side of Qili Street to the eastern suburbs.

Behind her, several children of four or five years old appeared one after another, and the older ones were only ten years old.

The lead girl woke up with heavy eyes in front of her eyes, something shiny reflected in her eyes, and she saw light for the first time.She was curious about this thing and reached out to touch its smooth and flat edges.Until there were bloody wounds on his fingers, which quickly healed into rougher skin than before.Back and forth a few times, cuts, bleeding, healing.She was tired of it. Nothing in the house interested her anymore.Her eyes are very big, almost occupying half of her face, like two dark holes, shining with the light she just looked at; her hands are also those of a four-year-old girl, fleshy, like lotus roots; Her body was round and round, exactly the same as before she fell ill; blood was flowing under her skin, human blood.She was only four years old, but she knew how to be bored and knew that there was nothing around her that she wanted.

She didn't glance at the man lying beside her, the man she once called her father.She didn't even look at the woman on the ground. Before she died, the woman tried to crawl to her side, holding tightly the red rope pulled from her little daughter's head.

If death can be painless, some people will wave their hands and sprinkle a bowl of medicine without caring about life, killing thousands of families overnight.

The red rope in the woman's hand was woven in the north wind by the holy lake last winter solstice, using the best red thread.At that time, the sky and Wangyou Lake were both blue and bright. The sky is so clear, the water is so blue.After half of her life, even though she was married to a man she didn't like, since the birth of her well-behaved and sensible little daughter, she has focused entirely on her daughter for the future of her life and the love that she had not yet begun when she was young.A girl has hidden her love for more than ten years. The red thread is wrapped around her finger. Every time it is wrapped, she silently prays in her heart, Wangyou Lake, Wangyou Lake, let Ping'er be carefree and safe.

As for love, she made no wishes.How much of a woman's love can be controlled by her own heart?Thinking about her past, she felt sad again, "I gave birth to you as a daughter. When Ping'er grows up and cannot help herself, don't blame your mother." She said in her heart.

When Ping'er got sick, she begged her husband hard and even threatened to die.How could a husband, as a government servant, allow his wife to act recklessly, violate laws, and offer sacrifices? He was categorically opposed to it.

When her husband refused, she kept telling him love words in his ear day and night, saying how much she loved him, how much she loved the dead Jie'er and the dying Ping'er.The family cannot afford to lose another child.

After all, the man likes his wife, and seeing her getting haggard, he secretly gave some silver taels to the guards of the mountain road, and took his little daughter to the lake overnight.With a cruel heart, he pushed his daughter, who was still alive, into the lake with his own hands.

The next morning, when he opened his eyes dimly, he saw his daughter sitting on the ground playing with a bamboo tube. All the ulcers caused by the epidemic had disappeared.Now he was completely convinced that the Holy Lake could indeed cure the dying child.

The couple hugged each other, cried and laughed, and held their daughter in the middle. They really fell in love. Because of a secret that they had to keep together, the two people's hearts were tightly tied together for the first time.

The yamen servant resigned from his job in the government and stayed at home to take care of his wife and children.After two days, the rumors began to be verified one by one. People told him that the children who came back would have a terrible stench.The bad smell harmed the liver, and on the third day, the man began to be unable to eat and vomited repeatedly.

When the woman saw this, she felt worried, fearing that the man would hate Ping'er for this.So she made some of her best clothes smaller, sewed some tight-fitting clothes, and wrapped Ping'er inside and out. Ping'er didn't cry or fuss, and allowed her mother to add more clothes to her. clothes.

But instead of covering up the smell, it actually got stronger and stronger.

She fetched cold water from the deepest well, boiled it and used it to scrub her daughter's body. The more she scrubbed, the stronger the smell became.In the end she had no choice but to give up.She had to pretend that everything was getting better, and when the man showed disgust, she pretended that she didn't smell it at all.

"There's no smell at all. You've heard too much from people outside and figured it out on your own." She pulled Ping'er into her arms and sniffed it over and over again without even frowning. "Look, it has no smell. If it had a strange smell, I would have spit it out just like you."

Although he said this, the door to the house was opened less and less often. Ping'er never even went to the yard. She was locked in the room from morning to night, guarded and watched by her.When she looked at Ping'er now, all she could think about was the past. At that time, Ping'er's eyes were watery and brighter than the moon shining on Wangyou Lake.

(End of this chapter)