Chapter 31

Eyes over his lips, he has a very good-looking chin, chin center slightly concave, indicating that he is a person who will not easily change his mind, attitude is very firm.

How long has it been since she saw him? She almost forgot. The last time she saw him close up, he put a big hot hand on her wet, cool face and slowly wiped the tears on her face.

"Don't cry..." He had difficulty with two words in his dumb voice.

When she opened her eyes, she looked through tears at the confused eyes, but showed her sincere concern.

"Do you cry often? Why do I always feel you crying? " He asked suspiciously, not very focused.

“……” Mo Hui did not answer, quietly looking back at him.

He doesn't know anything. He doesn't know anything.

No matter how enthusiastic she was, she couldn't get into his world. He never understood her, never wanted to understand her, not once.

Mo Hui thought hopelessly, watching the man on the bed go to sleep again.

After struggling and worrying for a whole night, Mo Hui's mental state was not very good. After looking at him for a while, her eyes began not to listen and her head was burning down because of sleepiness. She beat to excite spirit, looked at Zhang lingshuo, simply lie on his bedside, take a nap for a while.

Why did he meet this clown?

She's as stupid as a pig.

Zhang lingshuo thought with disdain. He walked towards the old wooden house with easy steps. The wooden house was a little strange, but he couldn't see what was wrong for a moment and a half. He was just curious.

The cabin was shrouded in a strange white light, and she could only vaguely see the figure of the clown. Looking at the alternation of black and white images, she should have her back to him, as if she was doing something with her head down.

Yes, the eight clowns are always burying their heads in boring wood carvings. She is stupid. After carving for a long time, she can't carve any image. The crooked knife technique hurts his eyes when he is taught to look at it. But the eight clowns seem to have more perseverance than anyone else. They still Carve every day as usual. Their hands tremble with pain and refuse to rest. He was bored and moldy in this backward village by himself.

"Little brother, little brother, is that you?" The dark chubby figure seemed to move, as if to look up in his direction.

Zhang lingshuo looked at his feet in wonder. How could it be suspended? His body is not like ten years old, but like 29 years old now. Startled, he looked up at the black figure and the small wooden house with extraordinary light.

Sunlight is not this color. Why is the color of the cabin so strange? It's even a bit weird blue, and it's scorched.

He moved his body, swept over the tree beside the cabin, and found that the whole house was burning, only the wall of the gate had not been burned, the beam was broken in front of his eyes, and sparks were splashing.

Mo Hui in the courtyard seemed to feel something wrong. He dropped his carving knife and wooden block and rushed straight into the burning room.

"Clown, what are you doing? Do you want to be burned when you rush in at this time? " He was so anxious in the air that he couldn't help following her.

She ran into grandfather's room and lifted the exquisite wooden box carved at the head of the bed.

"Joker, are you dying to get something? Don't run out of here When he saw that she had picked up the small wooden box and yelled, she turned a deaf ear to it.

Without the support of the crossbeam, the wooden house collapsed.

"Clown, let's go He was very angry.

The wall collapsed, and the thick wall passed through his body and hit the eight clowns squatting on the ground. She hardly had time to escape, and the whole wall hit her.

In a moment, the fire shot in front of his eyes and blurred his eyes.

After a second look, only her hand scratched by a carving knife and her whole body covered, only her hand and the wooden box she desperately protected were left. The wooden box was knocked to the ground, and a jade bracelet rolled out of the box

Zhang lingshuo, Zhang lingshuo, he almost heard the voice coming from a distant place.

Why, why! This clown eight strange only he can bully, this wall why rob his power!

He was so angry that he grasped the burning wall with both hands and tried to lift it, but he couldn't lift it.

"Eight clowns, eight clowns, you dare to die like this, I will never let you go!" He roared bitterly.

The night wind blew over the windowsill.

"Clowns! Clowns Zhang lingshuo was shocked and cried hoarsely, waking Mo Hui who was sleeping by his bed.

At first listen to this address, Mo Hui Zheng Leng.

Did he recognize her? Can you get angry and wave your sleeve away? She has just raised a faint dependence and miss, but also to be hit back in place?

It seems that a century has passed, and the reality may only slip a few seconds, she did not wait for his any action.

"The clowns Eight clowns... " Her ear is still Zhang lingshuo's eager cry.

Mo Hui felt that something was wrong. She looked up and saw that he was pursing his lips tightly, his cheeks were more flushed, his face and neck were covered with sweat, and his brows were wrinkled tightly. It was very uncomfortable. Even his hands on both sides were twisted unnaturally.He's talking in his sleep!

"Zhang lingshuo! Zhang lingshuo! Be sober She patted him in the face, even more frightening than yesterday.

Heart suddenly a tight, think of the doctor said the second cold. He quickly wrung the towel in the basin, lifted the quilt, took back his clothes and trousers, dried his sweat with a towel, then quickly walked to the closet in the corner of the room, turned out his black cotton pajamas and put them on for him.

He's burning too much. He's dreaming.

At first, he could still hear what he was saying. At last, he could not hear a word clearly, so he closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

"Open your hand and help you sleeve." She half hugged him hard, pressed the weight of his upper body on her shoulder, naked upper body, but tightly hugged her, constantly rubbing against her.

"Clown, you can't go! What do I do when you're gone? " His somniloquy is like a bomb, which shakes her mind out of the sky and never comes back.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" She almost roared out in a broken tone.

This man How could this man, who has always been above, need her? How is that possible?

In fact, she was driven by the fact that he could not replace her when she was young.

But now, when he was so ill that his mind was fuzzy, he said he needed her!

What do I do when you're gone?

In a word, let her heart fall to the ground.

"I will not leave, never. As long as you want me, I won't leave! " She leaned over his ear and said, humbly, the truest thought in her heart. Whether he could hear or remember, she said it.

At the end of the speech, he seemed to be awake for a moment, and his black and painful eyes looked at her quietly.

Mo Hui changed his pajamas while he was looking at her.

"Sit back and I'll get the medicine for you."

He speechless, along with her pillow cushion soft back, watching her get up, for him to get water, pour medicine for him.

"Open your mouth and eat it." Although he put the medicine and the cup into his hand, her hand was still protected by his hand, for fear that he might upset the water cup and sprinkle the pills.

"I don't like medicine!" He frowned and looked at the yellow and white pills in his big hand with black eyes. He spoke innocently, and his expression and tone were like a child playing tricks.

He's not awake, she knows.

Sober Zhang lingshuo will not have such an expression.

"You'll feel better after eating it." During the conversation, she took a towel to wipe the new sweat stains on his forehead.

"Clown, you look ugly." He raised his black eyes and looked at the thin woman.

When did the clown get thinner? It's ugly.

"Thank you for your praise! Take the medicine Don't ignore, just light back.

"Women like to force others." He complains, raises his head obediently, swallows medicine and drinks.

He sat for a while and didn't talk to her. After five minutes, he said faintly, "I'm sleepy."

"Well. Sleep when you're sleepy. " She answered, got up and helped him lie down.

His sleeping appearance was excellent, and his illness made it easier for him to go to sleep than usual. As soon as he touched the pillow, he would make a regular breathing sound.

Then there was silence in the room.

**

in the dark night, there was a light, accompanied by a slight sound of footsteps.

Zhang Qing crept out of Uncle Wang's house and walked on the path with the clear light of a flashlight.

At this time, the town is very quiet, almost can only hear the slightest flow of a small stone under her feet, very light, very light, but she does not feel panic. Zhang Qing does not have the publicity in the daytime, but has more peace and tranquility in the night.

The night wind brings the strong fragrance of a certain nightmarish, and also brings another slight sound of footsteps.

"Who? Who's ahead? " The voice is still very light, for fear of disturbing the people in the house, because she has come to the front of the boss's house.

"It's me." It's Uncle Wang's voice.

"Uncle Wang? What are you doing here? In the middle of the night, I'm scared to death! "

"It's not because of you." Uncle Wang picked up a pair of iron buckets and carrying poles outside the shop and motioned Zhang Qing to follow him. "Do you think I don't know what you do at midnight every day. In the middle of the night, a person carries water. The road is dark and dangerous. What should I do if I fall down? "

"Uncle Wang..." Zhang Qing bowed her head and followed Uncle Wang in an uneasy tone.

"I know what you're thinking. Your boss is used to cooking porridge with spring water every day, and she's not in good health. You say you care about her, why do you still vomit! It's really childish. " Uncle Wang said with a sigh.

"Uncle Wang, do you think the boss is good to me?" Zhang Qing argued.