At the foot of Songshan Mountain, a tea shed made of Jianmo thatch provides a temporary resting place for thirsty travelers crossing the road. The small shop in the mountains has been cultivated in the same boat for ten years. Today, being able to share tea at the same table is a blessing from the previous life. This concept makes the unfamiliar passers-by A, B, and C laugh at it.
The three wooden tables are all full of customers. In the cold first month, when the hot tea from the pots and pots drives away the cold wind, no one will care whether the tea in the belly is good or bad.
The horse neighed, and the white figure who jumped off the horse gently helped the woman who was still sitting on the horse to dismount, brushed off her cold dust, and tightened the white coat for her. The woman who was covering her face with her stomach stretched out, staggeringly hooked the arm of the husband in white and walked to the tea shed.
"Mister Rong, please come in." The waiter led the couple to the table where two guests were sitting in the scaffolding. "It's cold, so how many guests can we sit together?" He asked the two of them. People, among all the hostesses, this pair of men and women is the most kind. The man is bright and handsome, and the woman is lively and pleasant. They should not mind sitting with strangers.
"Let my sister sit down, it's very hard to hold a belly." As soon as the guy finished speaking, the pretty girl who was nibbling on the melon seeds answered generously, and opened the wooden chair for the woman, with a very unintentional appearance.
"Thank you." The man in white thanked him, explained a few simple refreshments to the man, and sat down with his wife.
The woman who took off her white cloak breathed a sigh of relief, her blushing face looking unbelievably young.
The man brought refreshments and poured tea for the waiter. "Do the young couple go back to their parents' house or visit relatives and friends?"
"All." The man in white handed the teacup to his wife's palm and explained, "Warm your body."
At this time, the conversation of the five men at the table caught their attention.
"I said, do you still remember the organization of the King of Hell?"
"Isn't it the same evil demon who taught the Iron-blooded God to catch Dragon Buyun a few years ago and wiped it out?"
"One thousand two nets? The boss was not caught, and they all slipped away! The king of hell, the civil and military double sentence, and the black and white impermanence have not been caught! It is said that the boss is very angry. Days, the King of Hell, which has not been published for a long time, has reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and it is extremely mad! It seems that the revival of the King of Kings, the most annoying thing is the arrest of the Jagged God, it's a useless man!" The man sneered.
With a puff, the hearty man spit out all the tea. The pretty girl who gnawed on the melon seeds raised her eyebrows and cast a sympathetic look at the male partner who was beside her with a twitching face.
The man in white did not miss the dark and turbulent message on the faces of the two, the corner of his lips smiled lightly, and the little woman pulled his sleeve.
"There's a peddler selling hot soup there! I want to drink it, okay?" She pointed to the tea shed not far away, and said coquettishly with the peddler carrying all kinds of hot soup.
The man in white nodded indulgently and ordered food for her.
"Sister, when will you give birth? Your belly is so big." Pretty girl raised her hand, ready to touch the little woman's ball-like belly. Before she could even touch the clothes, a fan separated her hairy hands and feet.
With a single glance, he could see through the characteristics of her soft and beautiful poisoners - thin fingers, easy to hide poison and a medicinal smell that is difficult to hide. He is very careful about anything that endangers his wife.
Pretty girl was amazed by his good eyesight, and the short distance between the hawker and the tea shed, but when she finished speaking, others followed, and the hot soup in her hands was still dripping. It is impossible to see that there is an unfathomable cultivation level hidden under this elegant appearance.
"The girl has no ill intentions, she is just curious about my belly." The little woman explained to the pretty girl, and took her palm to her belly, sharing the joy of being a mother. "The baby will be born in about ten days."
"Ten days? How dare your husband take you around? Doesn't he know that this period is very dangerous for pregnant women?" The pretty girl shouted softly.
"He knows, and has always been worried. It was me who was clamoring to rush home to be reunited with my family." The little woman's hand was gently clasped with the man in white, her eyes conveying strong nostalgia.
Five years later, whether the prophecy was inaccurate, or whether his wish to exchange life for life was heard and pityed by God, or whether her strong desire to survive made her survive, is unknown.
She is still her, neither sick nor painless, no different from ordinary people.
For mortals, life and death will always be an unsolvable mystery. The other end of the thread of fate lies in the mysterious and unpredictable dark abyss.
Who can assert between life and death? Who can grasp immortality, and who can see through the afterlife
She can't be with him. Since she can't, why bother to worry about it? She only knows that she is still accompanying him in peace now.
How long can it take
One day? One year? Ten years? Fifty years? A lifetime? That was not what she cared about or worried about.
She believed in the bottom of her heart that her life was borrowed from him on credit, and he shared his life equally with her without any hesitation. This idea may be naive or unrealistic, and it is just a sweet thought buried in her heart. She whispered to herself, because he was known as the "literary judge" in charge of the reincarnation book of life and death!
Pretty girl doesn't know why, but she can still see that the stork and flounder are deeply in love.
"I can see that your husband loves you very much." The pretty girl tapped the male partner beside her with her elbow and pouted in the direction of the happy couple. "Boss Long, learn something." It's a pity that she, this pretty girl, offered him free practice, and he ignored it!
Her actions were exchanged for the bored gaze of the male partner beside her.
"Drinking soup is your favorite 'Acacia reunion'." The man in white saw that the pretty girl was not threatening, nor made a fuss, and sat back next to his wife.
"Red bean dumplings!" The little woman exclaimed happily and held it carefully.
"We have to hurry after eating." He wanted to return home as soon as possible. On the one hand, he was worried that if his wife was about to give birth during the trip, it would be bad to not have a mother-in-law by his side.
"Yeah. I was worried about the current situation of everyone... but now I'm relieved." Thanks to the five long-talking men at the table.
When the soup bowl bottomed out, the man in white got up to lead the horse, and the little woman in red nodded to the men and women at the same table, waiting for her husband to order.
"Isn't it good to sit for a while?" the pretty girl asked.
"No, hurry back, little... My father is still looking forward to it. Besides, my husband and I have to 'visit' an old friend with the surname Feng." The red-clothed woman's face flashed red with anticipation, and her sleeves The lower hand is grinding. Over the years, her boxing skills have been thoroughly practiced, just for this day to come.
"Will we meet again in the future?" Although it was the first time they met, the pretty girl was quite fond of the little woman.
The woman in red chuckled, "Perhaps." No one can tell what will happen in the future.
"Come on, let's go." The man in white reached out to her.
The soft catfish was handed to the palm of the man in white, and he mounted the horse with him.
"I like her." The pretty girl shook her head and poked her male companion, "Boss Long, don't take it easy, I like you too."
The hearty man gnawed on the sunflower seeds, too lazy to answer her, and the satisfied arc of the corners of his mouth revealed his true thoughts.
"Next, let's go to the trouble of Hell's Sect again, right?" Even if no one cared about her, Pretty Girl could still talk to herself and enjoy herself. "Don't be annoyed, don't be annoyed, even if everyone in the world laughs at you, Boss Long, I have a lot of loyalty. Speaking of this loyalty, let's start with the Three Kingdoms period—"
The sparrows are chirping in the tree, and the pretty girl is shouting under the tree, the same kind, the same kind.
The hearty man shook his head, summoned a buddy to serve a few more dishes, barely cheered up, and greeted the pretty girl's tirade.