Chapter 2 The White Woman in the White House

When Ding Ding saw the white house, he was exhausted. The hut was built of white stone and looked ordinary and unpretentious.But outside the hut, there is a very elegant front porch that does not match the hut. Under the eaves in front of the porch, there is actually a string of wind chimes that can only be seen in the homes of very leisurely people. Tintin's man was about to collapse, and so was his horse. Neither he nor the horse he is leading easily breaks down. They have both gone through thousands of mountains and rivers and suffered a lot of hardships to get here. When he saw the white house and the wind chimes under the eaves, he almost thought he had returned to Jiangnan.

The hut under the shade of spring water, green waves, willows, flowers and trees, and the polished wind chimes under the eaves. He seemed to be able to hear the clear and pleasant sound of the wind ringing in the spring breeze with the fragrance of distant mountains and trees. Then he saw the white woman, as white as snow, as quiet as a rock, as elegant as the wind, as beautiful as a ghost. "I know you've come a long way, and I can see you must be tired, hungry, and thirsty." She looked at this strange young man from afar with a very cold and concerned attitude: "Are you here to find a meal?"

Ding Ding nodded, then lowered his head: "I want to find a place to sleep well after I'm full." He smiled shyly: "Unfortunately, until now I don't know if I can find it." She looked at him quietly for a long time, and then said softly and slowly: "It seems that you have found it." After finishing three bowls of hot noodle soup made with pickled vegetables and bacon, she took him and his yellow horse, which was foaming from the corners of its mouth, to her stable. In this kind of place, having such a stable can already be regarded as a very extravagant act.

She let his horse share a manger with her white horse, but pointed to a pile of straw and asked him. "Can you sleep here?" Of course he can sleep: "Even on a pile of horse manure, I can sleep." Tintin said. she laughed. The smile that suddenly bloomed on her pale face was like a plum blossom suddenly blooming in the white snow. Looking at her smile, he suddenly felt that she was so lonely. In addition to the water bag and food bag on his saddle, there are two strange yellow cloth bundles.The water bag is empty and the dry food bag is empty, but the two yellow cloth bundles are full, one is square and the other is long and narrow.

Ding Ding untied the two bundles from the saddle, stuffed them in the deepest part of the straw pile, and lay down on the straw pile with his clothes on. The aroma of straw with the fragrance of distant mountains made him quickly enter a kind of trance dreamland. He even dreamed of a flock of sheep, and a beautiful shepherdess was whipping the flock of sheep with a very long whip, which even had thorns on it. He suddenly felt that he was among the sheep. When he woke up from the nightmare, cold sweat had soaked through his clothes. Because of the dream, there is no dream tonight, because she didn't fall asleep at all tonight.

When she woke up from the trance dream, it was already dawn.The howling wind had gradually begun to disappear in the wilderness, but there were waves of very regular chopping firewood outside the hut. Ding Ding has started chopping wood, in a very strange, very effective and very elegant way. She came out, she put on a cotton robe and came out, leaning against the eaves pillar under the wind chimes. He was not quick, and the ax he used was not good, but when the wood under his ax cracked, it was like sparks in a series of firecrackers. She looked at him as if she was a little crazy. He didn't see her until he stopped to wipe his sweat.At this time, the tiredness and hunger and thirst have disappeared on his face, because the healthy sweat after exercise has already appeared on his face.

"If you don't mind, can this be counted as my payment for your board and lodging?" "Can." Yinmeng's smile is like a dream, "This is already too much." "I can see that you have a lot of firewood here, and the barn railing is broken. Your sweaty mongrel needs to lose some weight, get a new shoe, and even your roof It should be fixed." Ding Ding said: "Now that winter is coming, your small cellar where you store bacon and marinated chicken must be mended, otherwise your food will probably turn into a pile of stinky water next spring."

Looking at him because of the dream. "Do you want to stay and do these things for me?" "yes." "why?" Ding Ding sighed: "Because I can't find another place to go before the ice thaws." She stared at him for a long time, and then asked word by word: "You should at least tell me your name first?" "My surname is Ding, and my name is Ding Ning." He said, "But my friends call me Ding Ding." When she saw him, he was riding a yellow horse, and the wind and dust were billowing, even his eyes, hair and eyebrows had been dyed yellow by the billowing dust.Beside his yellow leather saddle are two yellow cloth bundles.

His boots were yellow cowhide boots, with brass stirrups under them. However, it was very strange that when she saw him for the first time, she only thought he was a completely black man.