Chapter 5 four doors

At that time, Mu Jiang, it was snowing. Pushing open the window to the north, two vines, smelling of rust, hang down on the window edge.Stretching out his hand, he brushed away the white of his sleeve. The dove-gray sky glowed with blue-white light, and the pigeons flew away rustling through the sound of the wind. All this is in your eyes. The door carved with ivy opened and closed. The thin white snow flakes swirl a small puff of smoke and dust, and under your running feet, the ten-mile snowfield behind you turns into a string of fresh wounds, and you have gone far. There was a knock on the door under the gray tiles, and after shaking off a few flakes of snow, a pine-scented door opened.

What the people inside the door saw was a glowing bead, it was quiet and shocking, it was you—— "Miss Mei Daier?" The voice of the insider raised his voice. "Boss Huapu, I'm sorry for visiting on Christmas Eve, I hope I didn't disturb your good mood." You smiled slightly, and glanced at the extravagant dinner on the table behind the door opener. "May I ask what I can do for you, Miss?" "It's not something that needs to trouble you, but I...I heard that the foreigners living here are very poor and miserable people, so at least I want to do something for them on a day like today .” When you said this, light rose from the depths of your glazed eyes.

"Hahaha——" Huapu raised his head and smiled, "but what can you do? Miss, this is not your place full of dresses and lilies, is it?" His brown eyes gradually showed a layer of irony. "My mother did say that about me. But, I think I have that kind of power, the power of warmth." You raised your head slightly again to make your voice clearer and more powerful. In fact, Mei Daier ran out secretly, because when she told her mother what she was going to do, her mother's yellow hair, which was as dry and weak as her personality, almost stood on end, and her sharp voice was like an awl hitting her. Chisel, chisel.

"I told you, poor people are all bitch, bitch!" "In this world, no one's warmth is enough to keep others warm." Huapu pinched her curled beard, looked at Meidaier's expression and smiled casually, "They say you are the pearl of Merifer , it doesn’t eat fireworks in the world. From this point of view, it’s true.” She turned around, her watery eyes were damp, and they were actually a little cold.No more words came out of her tightly closed lips. "Then you go there by yourself." Huapu raised his thick finger, shook it twice, and pointed the way to her.

Entering the three rooms on the left, there are only three holes cut in a narrow corridor. The so-called door does not even have a wooden board, so the curtain is directly put down to block it. One of the overhead tiles was missing and replaced with glass, which became the only source of light in the corridor.Flick the half-inch fan-shaped light, and with a swipe of your finger, the dust surges like a wave, and the silver flakes are messy. She stood for a long time in front of the first door, because a complete wolf skin was hanging upside down on the lintel.Then, finally, the fur was lifted.

No one can accurately tell the difference between man and beast It was a cold place in the extreme north, and the red sword of the sun could not cut through Siberia, which was blue and snowy. The eight-month winter is approaching, and Mikhail needs to store the last food in his hut compacted with coniferous pine. Snow rabbits, squirrels, snakes, hedgehogs... Humans and beasts end up in the same snowfield , the eyes wiped out by the wind and snow glowed like needlepoints, they were as cold as fangs and sharp claws, but they could only be a sharp weapon for survival. So when Mikhail was stabbed by the needle point, a small but sharp pain rushed through his body.Picking up the snow pheasant he just hunted, he turned around.

Two Siberian wolves, with straight hind legs and slightly curved front legs, their muscles and bones protruding from the gray fur, are in an attacking posture. With his hand hooked on the trigger, a coyote shook, its legs twitching slightly.He froze for a moment, then let go of his hand.In front of him were two wolves with shriveled bellies. They must have not hunted food for a long time. They wanted to take this as the last gamble, and they chose the one who killed two snow pheasants and one hare. There is nothing worse than death, and they can't even stand the choking cold on the snowy ridge.

That wisp of understanding scattered in the eyes is called sympathy.With a wave of his hands, two gray shadows flew like swords, and caught his prey in mid-air.The ground that had just fallen from the snow was drawn in half a circle dripping with blood.In an instant, a large area of ​​prosperity was splashed, and the sweet and greasy fishy fragrance was ups and downs.Gradually, he couldn't understand whether he was saving those two wolves or himself. From that day on, two wolves often squatted outside Mikhail's door, and there was always a pool of red on the snow in front of his door slowly coming up from the bottom layer, even if the snow was covered layer by layer, it would not be able to cover it. live.

When the wind is like a brittle knife edge and the snow is like a tearing cloud, the path that the hare walks is annihilated, and the low throat deep in the beast's throat is not heard, only the falling white is pressed up one by one, covering the ears.For the first time Mikhail stretched out his empty hands to the two wolves. He had nothing left, not even a sliver of his own rations. Now, neither his wide-caliber shotgun nor the wet noses of the two wolves could smell the smell of raw meat anymore.So I threw my clothes on the bed and drowned in the boiling sea of ​​hunger. In the chaotic dream, there are countless heavy voices, the twisted intestines are still making awkward noises, and the sound of someone's footsteps is always floating on the outermost layer, and the progress is slow, tossing and turning.

Wanting to wake up, I stretch out my crooked fingers to the sky, but they hang down from the wet and slippery egg wall of the dream. So, repeatedly. Unceasingly undulating on the top of the wave of sound, being thrown high up, like a piece of sapphire flipping in the air, drawing a slender arc, it is about to be thrown into thousands of drops of pearls, and the bones are cracked like Ash…… woke up suddenly The two wolves howled in a low voice, stepped back, their claws tore the blood out of the wind, and came roaring.The hunger slowly turned into a kind of murderous aura, and even the brothers and feet would be swallowed with blood.

What arrives faster than the flailing paws is sadness.Are those two wolves crouching beside him, rubbing itches like dogs? Frantic black shadows swayed in the blue-white light of day. bite, scratch hit, beat Life was robbed in severe pain, and finally the one who raised his head from the corpse and let out a long wild roar towards the pale blue sky and the desolate land was that man, Mikhail. At that time, the wild wind was unrestrained, and the sky was high above the ridge. More than a month later, someone found the corpses of two wolves in a wooden house that was constantly emitting rot.One of the throats at the head of the bed has been broken, a large piece of fur has fallen off the neck, and there are countless thick and blunt tooth marks, the only ones that match are human tooth marks.A skull was shattered at the end of the bed, and a bloodstained candlestick rolled beside it, eerie red blooms on the dull metal.Between the wolf's clenched tusks were rotten leather boots and a blurred human foot. "Is that your foot?" The girl asked the man in front of her, behind the door covered in wolf fur. "That's right, I dragged my crippled body out of that house, and went to live in another town, on the edge of Siberia, away from the extreme cold, and full of people, where I was a craftsman making sleds, Mikhail you." My sleds were the best sellers, and gradually I became famous there.That evening, a boy came to my shop.His clothes were scanty, his shoulders were thin and lonely, but his eyes were surprisingly bright, and when he looked at people, his eyes seemed to have tongues of fire that were about to jump out.He said his name was Nuo Fan, and he was a begging and homeless orphan.I took him in, because of his eyes, it must be a candle left in a cave somewhere, it is empty and cool, no matter how beautiful it burns, no one stops. Nuo Fan didn't talk much, but he was diligent in his legs and feet. He was wearing a blue-gray coarse workman's uniform, but his body was crackling and growing under such a dim color.I was often surprised by that voice and stopped suddenly, just staring blankly at his straight back and my festering wound.Why didn't he kill me to inherit the shop?Like those two wolves tearing the benefactor apart with their claws. "Why do you doubt him?" asked the girl. "Because of his eyes, his eyes are like those two wolves, shining with the wildness of a beast. So I decided to kill him once he showed his claws." On that night when even the stars and the moon were destroyed, a shadow came to my bed, with dark green eyes rolling over, feeling cold all over. "It's him?" "It's him!" "and after?" "Uh ha ha ha ha ha..." Mikhail's vocal cords creaked into laughter, "Do you still remember the wolf that died at the head of the bed? He has the same tooth marks on his neck!" "What?" Mei Dai'er was shocked, "You killed him?" "That's right, I'm the strongest, and I'm the only one who survives! Now that you see clearly, what are you talking about to soothe my pain? Innocent, little girl..." "Your wounds are festering again..." Mei Dai'er leaned over and pulled up the long needle-punched skirt. The tiny stitches embroidered vines, and the green thorns crawled on the moon-white satin.It was too delicate, and it couldn't withstand a struggle, and a hole more than an inch long was split under her fingers. She bandaged Mikhail's bleeding wound with such slippery satin.No matter how slender the heart is, it can withstand all kinds of torture, but it can no longer bear the clear and shallow moonlight, and the years that cannot be turned back, only the piercing pain. "Get out! Get out! Get out!" Mikhail grabbed the cup on the desk and threw it straight out. The white porcelain shattered extremely crisply.Was the irreversible years crushed violently with such a voice? "Don't pretend to be merciful here! You talk about comfort and sympathy! You who are wrapped in such expensive silk don't understand anything at all! You...you want to come here to have fun! You all want to kill me... ...Kill me!" Ah... woo woo woo woo... Then fell down, deeply, and cried. "Miss Mei Daier, please leave quickly!" Hua Pu appeared in front of the girl and forcibly pulled her out of the wolf fur room. "Boss, why don't you have a doctor look at his legs?" "He didn't pay me for the medical treatment, miss, I'm a businessman, and I'm not as kind as you. Besides, do you think his injury is only on that broken leg?" "Yes...in the heart." "He who struggled out of such a death situation has already become a beast himself, and he is the most poisonous kind. He can no longer trust any creature. He is waiting for betrayal. No matter what the boy does, he must He will find out the reason for the betrayal. Moreover, how can he be sure that the boy is going to kill him, maybe the boy just wants to tuck the quilt for him." "You mean?!" "Hehe... I just guessed casually, miss." So, let me take you to this door. People often perish in their own love That day finally passed, but after that day, fate just began to manipulate him. The construction site was on strike that day, and many people crowded into the low hut. They took off their gray cloth hats, and covered their tears while dusting off the dust.They brought back the still warm body on a stretcher. They said that he fell from the high tower crane on the construction site and broke his neck.Did it fall from the extremely high and extremely thin sky in a swooping posture?That must be very painful, very painful, right?My husband, Jon. The flow of people came and went, and what was left behind?A few words of perfunctory condolences were scattered in the air in an instant, the fingertips were cold, and a few drops of warm liquid slowly dripped down, dripping down, and I never understood why the tears flowed in silence but were so turbulent sadness. I can't hear any sound other than this sadness. I buried Jon on that grassy slope, poor people with no money can only be buried there hastily when they die, let me just look at you like this, Jon, when did that little white flower bloom on your grave? I stood in front of the foreman, straightened my chest, and tried to get a pension for Jon, but was severely rejected. But that's why, Jon, we left the town hand in hand, the day we left we made an appointment, ten years later, to be beside each other happily...smiling.When you said that, the rain slanted across the bluestone road, and every time I stepped on it, it was wet and splashed on my face.We could have found a job in that small town and built a small wooden house on the hillside facing the lake with no fence, but when the grass turned green, red briars also covered the white trellises.We could have lived our lives like that.But we came to this city full of people. You broke your neck. At the age of 22, you didn't even know you had a child, and you didn't have time to say anything. So I must fight for this pension, you shed your last drop of blood for them, at least use their money to support this child. Every day I sit on the stone steps outside the foreman’s door, begging for a few mouthfuls of leftovers with a broken porcelain bowl. I eat every mouthful and stuff it directly into my throat. cry.Then I finally saw the foreman again, my chest still straight, my self-esteem not yet in that broken bowl. When he went out that door again, he was thrown out like a dog.I was beaten by several men with their heads covered.I arched my body to protect my abdomen, and the sudden cold fist and hot tears wiped out every inch of my faith called hope, and every inch was crushed into ashes. Seven months later, a three-pound boy was lifted from a pool of blood.That evening, the setting sun trembled like thin waves.The child might not want to be born at all, and the hoarse cry seemed to be crying to go back.My heart is not on a cliff, or my life is hanging on a knife-cut cliff, where else can I be? Just give him the name of my heart, Jon. He is a boy with timid eyes, who likes to grab my sleeves, half of his face is hidden behind my skirt, like a cowering little animal, he runs away at the touch.This child, in my eyes, his growth is so painful.Growth cannot be covered by rags, and hardship cannot be taken away by growth.People who walk along the long alleys that wear flowers and alleys that disperse smoke, we will always be guests when we live in peace.We survived by relying on cold eyes and cold food. Jon stumbled and followed me with small steps, his slightly raised face had a serene brilliance, and he was always sweating in his hands, as if he was wronged Grab the placket of the chest.Jon, I'd never, ever want to squat down and press you against your hot chest, this wasn't supposed to be your life. When you were 4 years old, you caught up to beg for a bite of the leftover cake, and you were spit all over. Half a loaf of bread thrown on the ground, you reach out to pick it up, but it goes into the dog's mouth. Someone deliberately released the dog to watch this farce. Several children your age surrounded you and lured you to the sewage ditch with a piece of meat. They threw the piece of meat casually, and your whole body fell into the sewage.In their sharp ridicule, how did you squeeze your palms to bleed? Do you think you won't be found if you turn your back on me?When you cry, your whole face will wrinkle up, and without making a sound, tears will flow down the eaves like long raindrops.You're always like that, you don't say anything.Hold on to an acacia tree, grab a handful of green and tender leaves, the sweetness of the grass and trees spreads out from your bent knuckles, and turns into the worry of your eyebrows.Is your heart strong enough to bear that weight?jon... So since that morning, I've left you in our hut, an abandoned warehouse.This kind of humiliation only needs me, as long as my mother bears it by herself, it is enough.I locked you in the house, so that I don't have to worry about you chasing me all over the street, like last time, running back with blood on my face. I thought you would be happy if you did this. I forgot to look at the look in your eyes when you were sitting in the setting sun. You must be able to drip water, as cool as water. Later, I gradually came back very late every day.No, Jon, I don't mean to leave you at home, but really, there's no one around here who will give food anymore.I'd have to go farther to beg for these, though it's just some black bread and a bowl of soup with leaves floating in it.Eat it obediently, without frowning. Jon, stay here. Mom will go far away tomorrow. If she doesn't come back, just eat these breads, you know? "I don't know! I don't know! I don't know!" Jon roared like a crazy little beast. "Mom, don't leave me alone! I'm... scared!" "Afraid? Why are you afraid?" He lowered his head, buried it in my arms, and said softly: "If mom is here, don't be afraid..." When the light of the next day shone on Jon, he was still awake.I buried my head in my chest, forming a small shrimp, rising and falling, and on my eyelashes that were gradually brightening, there was a pearly white light shining.His face is a kind of thin white, and his shoulders can't help but feel thin, and he has lost a lot of weight recently... You are like that, and I often cry when I see you. I set off for another city, and there was an advertisement for a maid, so I applied.I left enough bread for Jon to lock him in the house.But I didn't expect that the round trip was only two days, but it was delayed to three days because of a heavy snowfall. Yes, although it was only an extra day, our rations that had to be calculated and calculated would not be enough. On the evening of the third day, I came to the door of the house. "Jon, Mom is back—" "Jon, Mom has been hired as a maid, and we..." The lock fell heavily from his hand and fell to his feet—"Joe...en..." With his head resting on his arms, he lay prone on the window sill of the street, one fist clenched tightly, and placed in front of the crumpled lapel.Forever and ever, waiting in that pose. "Jon, we don't have to be homeless. We'll live in a big house with a hearth, and a big lawn outside the window that you like. White bread that will melt in your mouth at every meal, but you don't have to Reluctant to eat, because it will be enough for you to eat. We will also have money to buy you clothes, yours is too worn out. And, and, no one will call you a cheap child, I don’t want it You are crying, no more..." "What happened next?" the girl asked. "Later? I held him in my arms forever, look, here..." I raised Jon's arms in front of the girl, and her pupils suddenly dilated, "Forever, Joe Well, mom will never leave you again!" "What are you doing? Are you about to cry?" I supported her face, "Look, look, you cry just like Jon, your face looks wrinkled." I know, this girl has to say, my Jon is a rag doll, her look says that. "Jon, this is Jon, you have to believe it!" I grabbed her hand and put it on Jon's hair. "They say Jon is dead, and they say I'm crazy. But it's real Jon! I feed him white bread every day so he doesn't starve. I dress him thick and warm, and he I never trembled again. I promised him back then..." Mei Dai'er couldn't hold back anymore, and almost staggered out of the room. "You're crying." Hua Pu raised his eyebrows, not even half surprised. "Boss, please give that mother two more white breads a day, she looks like she is dying." "Ah, that's natural, because she fed the rag doll all the bread she had, and she hardly ate anything. In order to let the rag doll 'eat' it, she crumpled the bread into crumbs." "You can give her two more breads and tell her to eat by herself." "Why would I do that, she didn't give me money, I was..." "Is it a businessman? This is for you, to pay for her." She took off a pair of earrings and handed them to Hua Pu. "Pearls? The luster, the color, it's the best. Well, I'll do it. But I don't think the mother needs it." "why?" "She is atoning. Her excessive love killed her child. If she noticed that Jon would rather suffer more humiliation than be separated from her for a moment, the child would not die." "How did the child die?" "She has been ill for a long time, but she didn't notice it. She only cares about her own happiness, but ignores that child's happiness." "Boss, please take back those words! She is not wrong! That mother is not wrong... In the world of loving and being loved, there is nothing wrong with any kind of joys and sorrows, because, to be true to one's heart, correct!" "Your words are different, Miss." Huapu smiled casually. jon - There must have been a beautiful sunset that day, dyeing his face red, a healthy red that he had never seen before.However, such a beautiful sunset drifts by every day, and no one will take pity on the child who died by the window, and he is so powerless to bear his longing and pain. Outside the window, all the flowers in the garden have fallen... You hurt people the way you get hurt fish tank? Inside the third door, in front of Mei Daier's eyes, is a huge fish tank, the whole room is a fish tank, cold light is reflected on the glass, in the almost overflowing blue water waves, there are seven black red snappers swimming.No, four were wandering, and three were floating—dead and turning pale. Mei Daier thought that she was also in the fish tank.The lines of water spread out on the body, wetting the heart that just cried. "Do you want to ask why they died?" A distant and vague voice came from the water. Mei Daier almost jumped up. "You don't have to be afraid, I'm talking to you, come closer." After a little hesitation, Mei Dai'er took a few steps forward, and happened to meet the red snapper who was talking to her.Its mouth opened and closed, paradoxically making an O-shape. "Why can you talk?" "We were originally human beings, Indian gods and monks. It is only natural that we have such power. In our hometown, there is a legend that goes like this—" After a pause, "Do you mind listening? Will you listen to me?" "Well, yes... yes." There is a legend circulating in my hometown, which actually praises our deeds.It was more than 300 years ago when an unprecedented flood broke out in my hometown Wusanli.The torrential rain lasted for dozens of days, the rocks collapsed, the riverbed burst its embankment, and the flood flowed eastward, spreading to the hinterland of the country, with no intention of stopping.I took this disaster from the flickering candle in front of the Buddha.I, Jiaxi, the supreme monk of the temple, and the six monks under my seat are all disciples who have the power to manipulate water.Let's go to the disaster area together. There, the plump-winged bird flew westward in haste, only to be torn to pieces by the vulture's claws. The fortuneteller picked up the scattered gray feathers of flying birds and spoke such a prophecy—— "When the disaster of the flood recedes, when the blood of the seven monks is cold." When the victims heard this prophecy, all of them looked ashen, and several women screamed.No, you think they're afraid we'll die?They are afraid that we, as saviors, will abandon them and let go.In order to keep them, they bent their noble knees, knelt down, and repeated their begging words with tears. When we looked around, there was a huge flood, even if we wanted to leave, no matter where we fled to in this small country, it would be futile.Besides, we never thought of running away. "Yanma," I exchanged for a man with black hair and skin, they called him the wise man, the one who crawled the longest at my feet and wailed the longest.I asked him to promise that after the seven of us died, we would put our bodies in a good place.After the flood receded, when the first moon climbed up the blue mountain, I lit ten torches to make the tears of a hundred women flow over our chests, and then buried us in the white lotus washed by the moonlight. Next, seven flowers, sleep forever in the agarwood. Naturally, Yanmo solemnly agreed, but he didn't know that it was a spell, a spell that could be resurrected. After the flood was frozen by our joint efforts, ice flowed in our bodies, and we fell like that. When the frozen water melted, that was three months later.Su Nuan's water fell back and flowed slowly. The full moon is like a drop of round tears that no one can wipe away. The villagers discussed the secret ceremony, and Yanmo, the wise man, pointed to the collapsed houses and deserted fields, and said loudly: "The most urgent thing is to make the living safe, not the dead. Let us not worry about those few Monk, worry about it, everyone's affairs are much more important than this." "But," Madab, the stupidest among the crowd, said timidly, "we promised them that on the first night when the moon shines after the water recedes, under the light of ten torches, one The tears of a hundred women warm their breasts..." "Okay, Madab." Yanmo glanced over with a pair of white eyes, "Let everyone decide together on this matter." The crowd began to commotion, and the sound wave was like a trough, with peaks and peaks stretching. "We listen to Yanmo!" "I have the same opinion as a wise man!" ... Madab's own voice was immediately drowned out. The crowd dispersed, only one person remained, only one person. "Madab?" Mei Daier blurted out. "Yeah, it was him. A guy who grew up being accused of being 'stupid' forever, made another stupid decision that night." "He lit ten torches, he found seven white lotuses, but he couldn't find a hundred women, so he shed his own tears. But our breasts are not warm. So we cannot be resurrected as human beings, We just turned into seven cold-blooded fish." "Then, why did they die?" Mei Dai'er pointed at the three fish with white bellies. "If fish can't eat, they will die, right?" "Are you saying..." "Miss Mei Daier!" The wind was shaken violently, and Hua Pu grabbed her arm. "Go! Merrifi is on fire!" Mei Dai'er kept rushing into the snow, the snow was very cold, sticking to her skin, each piece was wet and cold like fine scales.The sky in the west is infinitely grand, and in her eyes, it looks like a flower, which slowly and rotatably opens its crimson plump petals, and the steeple castle of Merrifi becomes a pistil protruding from the heart. She couldn't realize it for a while, that was home, and that beautiful and coquettish flower was actually her home. She turned around suddenly, ran back to the fish tank, and said loudly, tremblingly, and eagerly: "Jashi, you have the power to manipulate water, please help me call water and put out the fire in Merifer!" All Jiaxi saw was a tearful woman clutching the skirt of her shirt, begging him, and there was nothing particularly pitiful about it.It wags its tail. "My mother is at home, please! I beg you!" Jiaxi turned around slowly, pointed his tail at her, and shook it hard a few times. Mei Dai'er only heard a wailing cry from her own mouth, and in that wailing cry she rushed back into the snow again.The wind messed up her hair all of a sudden, the ivy wrapped around the corner of the skirt, and the gentle thorny arms woke up the pain. Huapu saw it from a distance, the white skirt kept fluttering, like a tiny leaf, disappearing into the enchanting and strong blooming flowers. The fire could not be saved in the end, and the collapsed Fort Merifey rumbled into a black and brown pile.The servants scattered screaming, and only the mother was injured, badly burned. When Mei Daier touched the smoked traces with her hands, only the vines lived forever in the entanglement. The green vines, the symbol of the Merifey family, meant flexibility. When she bowed her head and looked down at the long-stalked plants, she smiled and lost her voice again. It's not like this, life is not like this, there must be something wrong.He knocked over the teacup suddenly, and unexpectedly let the green juice splash all over the floor. In front of the mother's hospital bed, the petals of the gardenia fell one after another, and her moaning overnight was enough to drive people crazy. The mother is festering, and the bandages are wrapped around endlessly. She has been cut into pieces, including the fragmented, catastrophic truth.They float and sink with the intermittent calls of the mother. She called, "Beren... Beren." The name was completely unfamiliar, but it kept being called out over and over again. When Mei Daier met the old housekeeper, he was sitting on the ruined wall of Merrife and weeping, carving out every detail of the vines with his fingertips. "I don't know if Beren will like this vine?" She opened her mouth. "Of course I like it!" The butler blurted out, and when he saw that it was Mei Daier, he changed his words hastily, "No...ah, I don't know this person." "But mother says it was Beren who set the fire." "Did Madam really say that? Sure enough, she hasn't forgotten Beren's curse!" "curse?" "Miss, this is the fault of your mother, Lotte Belle!" The old housekeeper sighed, "You don't know, madam's former name was Lotte Belle, and she was a maid in Merrifield. Back then, she was Belle." Lun brought her from the country. They were lovers then." On that day, Mei Daier heard the longest story—— Twenty-five years ago in Fort Merifey, there was a pair of lovers who planted ivy. They were Belen and Lotte Belle.The male servant Beren couldn't let go of his lover in the country, so he took her in and became a maid too.The two wished that their hands would be held by each other forever, so they commemorated it with twining green vines.But the beautiful Lotte Bei was fiercely pursued by the young Earl of Merifer. The earl's rose fragrance was more sweet than the ivy;She finally no longer remembered the sweet memories of the countryside, the oath of the green vines, and even Beren's sad eyes could no longer touch that heart. Half a year later, Beren was suddenly called by the earl, and after a severe beating, he was fired under the pretext of attempting to tarnish Lotte Bei.The person who testified against him was Lotte Belle. No one can forget Beren's eyes, those crazy eyes that are about to be torn apart by extreme hatred and grief, his bloodied lips always held a sneer, he didn't say a word, just stared at Loti Bei. As he stepped out of Fort Merifey, he looked at the ivy and couldn't stop. The willing entanglement has turned into thorns and choked him fiercely, so that the blood was winding on the thorns. He stepped out of Merrife, and the first and last sentence was a curse— "Lotte, I want to wash away my grievance and pain with your blood!" Before the white bed collapsed, Mei Dai'er couldn't recognize that this person was her mother.She wanted to know where she hid that little memory of her mother.The girl who was waiting, waiting for her lover to come slowly in the wind that was drunk in the paddy field.At that time, she also had a face like a daisy and a soft and tender heart... Then where was that girl hidden? The only thing she remembers is that after her father died, her mother used the ivy as Merrifi's family coat of arms.So, how does she remember the memory of this plant? The gardenias on the window are changed every day, and it is already the twenty-second bunch. The glass long-necked vase supports the flowers and swallows the stems. When the sun passes through, a cherry-colored rain falls from the cracks. The mother is very good today, and she is still strong enough to see Zhizi. Suddenly, her eyes could not be staggered, and she screamed at the blue sky—— belem - "Beren! I didn't mean to harm you at that time! I was forced...I...I was pregnant with the earl's child! I couldn't give birth to this child in front of your eyes, so I must drive you out Go... I... have always loved you!" Beren, Beren— She leaned out most of her body, hanging out of the window, waving her arms frantically.The shrill call of that name resounded throughout the hospital, echoing in the trembling time. Mei Daier followed her mother's hand to look, and there was a pale gray shadow standing on the roof opposite to this room, the top hat shrugged into the red haze, against the light, causing the setting sun to fall obliquely on his side. "Belen...forgive me! I just don't want to be poor again... Those relatives call us sluts...just because we are poor...you actually say that...I don't want to be poor again! Never again!" Mother hugged her face wet with tears, bent down and cried until her heart was broken.The shadow upstairs on the opposite side didn't listen, and raised the shawl and placed it in the sky.Mother wanted to step forward to grab it, and threw herself... When she fell, a white wind blew up, a cloud bandaged around in the western sky. Muxue, at the end of Qingshiban Alley, opened a door of pine fragrance. "Are you here to see people?" the man inside the door asked. The girl shook her head slowly, and changed her hand to hold the mahogany box heavily, clinging to the dark green ivy, entangled.She held up a small badge with one hand, flashing gold, still complicated vines. "Give me a room, please." "What is it for?" "Wait, revenge." "Because he killed your mother?" The girl nodded. "Stupid!" "That's my happiness." "Even at the expense of life?" The girl nodded again. "Go to the fourth room on the left, go by yourself." Before the door was closed, the girl turned around and saw that the road she had come on had been crushed into mud, so for whom was the new snow falling so slowly and slowly? Why do moths go to the fire?It is its happiness to do that.