Chapter 695

On the night of the full moon, old wolf was radiant and woke up from his illness, shouting to go to the manor to enjoy the moon.

"But Sir, it's cold outside! The doctor told you that you can't go out unless you need to bask in the sun," Martha reminded.

"I know my physical condition. Hiding in the house is just waiting for death!" said old wolf. "There is a total lunar eclipse tonight. Can I see another total lunar eclipse in my life? How can you bear to disappoint the good wishes of a dying old man, Martha?"

Martha finally compromised, helped the old man put on as thick clothes as possible, put on her scarf and hat, and pushed out of the wheelchair. When she asked curiously:

"How did you know there was a total lunar eclipse tonight?"

William Wolff's face was buried in a thick scarf, and his voice filtered with cashmere looked hoarse and rough:

"Prophecy from a dream."

Martha was not surprised to know that Lord Wolff would have strange dreams. However, she did not believe that dreams could predict the sky. It was probably the housekeeper or some servant who told Lord Wolff.

The official forecast of the total lunar eclipse has long been made. It is said that there is a rare blood moon this year. It is being exaggerated and legendary by many people.

Some people say that when the blood moon appears, there will be an ominous disaster. There was a blood moon a few years ago, but that happened in the eastern hemisphere and this time in the Western Hemisphere. Canada was lucky to see both lunar eclipses.

After the last blood moon, a terrible super cyclone occurred in the South Pacific. It was rarely divided into two, and one of them crossed the equator strangely. Two wind masses, one east and one west, attacked western South America and eastern Asia, and all Pacific Islands, including Hawaii, were razed to the ground.

This made Martha feel a faint uneasiness.

She began to pray silently, hoping that good people would live a safe life. But she found that her heart was not big enough to hold people all over the world. At the moment, all she thought of was sorghum.

They didn't have a honeymoon or even a sweet weekend. On the second day of their marriage, her husband left her and went to distant Alaska with master Wolff.

Martha doesn't blame him. Although he has many secrets, he has an unusual mission. He wants to do earth shaking things, but she doesn't know anything. But it doesn't matter. It's enough for her to know that he loves her.

What makes her more gratified is that Huang Liang's courage to do all this comes from her love.

On the night of their wedding, they lingered and talked for a night. When the twilight crept in from the gap of the curtain, she hid in her husband's chest with shame.

The husband kissed her earlobe and said gently, "thank you, Martha. You inspired me, let me know who I am and let me understand the meaning of living. I am willing to do anything for you, even if I give my life!"

"Shh!" Martha put her finger gently on his lips. "Don't say such unlucky words."

"I'm leaving." the husband took her finger away and sucked it in his mouth again, "I must go! For you, for the future, for the little baby we may have! I will never allow anyone to pollute the future world that belongs to us, and never allow our children to become poor slaves. I want the world to be full of sunshine, the earth to be full of flowers, children to run freely, and people to smile forever..."

Martha didn't quite understand her husband. She felt free and happy now. But she believed him.

She encouraged: "go! No matter what you want to do, I will support you. I will wait for you here."

A heated house and a garden on a winter night are like two worlds. As soon as they go out, the cold wind stabs them in the face like a sharp blade.

William wolf coughed.

Martha quickly patted him on the back and advised him again: "Lord Wolff, you see it's so cold outside. We'd better go back. Your body matters! When the young master comes back, he must hope to see you healthy."

"Look!" old wolf suddenly pointed to the sky, where there was a bright moon. "How many times can I see such a moon? If I miss tonight's lunar eclipse, I will never see it again in my life."

He paused. "I think the children must be watching there," he said sadly. "I can't wait for them to come back. I'm very satisfied to see the moon with them."

Martha was a little sad. She knew that what Lord Wolff said was probably true, but she had to comfort him. It was her duty.

"Master, you see what you said. You live a long life. No, two hundred!"

William Wolff was happy and laughed and said, "who can live two hundred years? Then I'm not a star old man in Canada? I don't want to be asked by those stupid hosts on TV, what do you eat every day and what are your health tips..."

He turned his head and said, "Martha, don't call me master again. You're married. You're Mr. Huang's wife and you're no longer the little girl you used to be."

Martha said, "no, sir, I will always be your girl."

Old wolf smiled and stopped talking, but his face showed that he was happy.

The moon slowly climbed to the zenith, and the bright moonlight sprinkled down, like a layer of silver powder in the garden.

Martha saw the shadow on the moon. She knew it was a crater on the moon, but now it looked more like a pattern carved on a bright copper mirror.

She remembered the story that Huang Liang had told her.

He said there was a very tall tree on the moon. A man named Wu Gang cut trees there with a big axe every day. Only by cutting down the tree can he see his beloved.

This tree grows very fast. As long as Wu Gang is a little lazy, it can grow many branches and leaves. Wu Gang tried to cut and cut. Finally, when he was about to finish cutting, a crow flew in and took his clothes hanging from the branch away. He put down his axe and went after the crow. It was not easy for him to catch up with his clothes. As soon as he saw it, the tree grew again.

Wu Gang cut trees and crows made trouble. Year after year, there will always be a tree, a tree cutter and a trouble bird on the moon.

Martha didn't understand why the tree had to be cut down so that the poor man could meet the woman he loved; She doesn't understand why the crow wants to stop them. Maybe it's just to protect the tree, which has its nest?

She wanted to laugh at the thought that the man was sweating all day, wheezing and cutting trees, and a crow was making trouble on his head, but he had nothing to do. She thought the story was very interesting, because she liked the moon and the shadows cast by the craters.

Just as she was about to be stunned, the edge of the originally smooth moon suddenly became a little blurred, like clouds floating past, but the sky was clear and clear. Then the blur began to spread, like a halo of ink to the moon. The dark shadow gradually expanded, but the edge became regular and smooth, as if someone opened a big mouth and bit on the moon.

Martha looked intently and didn't notice that William Wolff's chest was undulating, his breath was short, his face was red, as excited as meeting his first love.

The shadow grew larger and larger, and gradually disappeared half the moon. The light of the moon was only a shallow bend, but it was more dazzling than the full moon.

Martha narrowed her eyes and felt the cold breeze on her cheeks.

She seemed to see the strong man from the East waving an axe. After countless days and nights, she finally couldn't bear it. With an axe, she cut down the courtyard wall of Guanghan palace. When the palace was half collapsed, his beauty stood on the dew jade steps and smiled at him.

This is the most romantic story Martha has ever seen. She felt that she was watching a romantic Oriental film. She imagined that her husband was by her side, and she relied on the sweetness of her husband's shoulder.

The moonlight is getting narrow, like the stage slowly pulling up the curtain. When the last light disappeared, she woke up from her fantasy.

However, the darkness came for a short time. The moon was not completely swallowed up, but showed a crimson face, as if covered with a layer of red yarn.

"Blood moon!"

Martha let out a cry.

Although she had been prepared and knew that the moon tonight was a terrible blood moon, she couldn't help shaking when she saw the red blood.

In the deep sky, there is a bloody moon.

It's not romantic at all.

"Let's go back."

Martha shivered, grabbed the handle of old wolf's wheelchair and was ready to push him back.

But what she saw when she looked down really startled her - old wolf was gone!

The sick old man in the wheelchair just now disappeared out of thin air!

The dark, dark red moonlight in the garden shone on the trees and flower beds, as if it had painted the manor with a light layer of red paint. The shadow cast by the sculpture next to the central fountain is like a wounded and bloody knight in the middle ages.

The wheelchair was still covered with thick bear skin, master Wolff's cashmere scarf and hat fell there, and the symbolic crutch inlaid with precious stones, which had not been used for a long time, leaned quietly against the armrest of the wheelchair.

Everything seems so strange.

Martha's heart fluttered.

She doesn't know what to do. Call someone? Or pray to the moon?

The moon slowly moved her secret and dark body, and now it was moving to the top of the old tower on the side of the manor. The tower cast a huge shadow, like a giant waiting in the dark.

She saw a huge white wolf standing on the spire of the tower. It was so white that even under the blood moon, it was not stained with a little color.

He turned his head and looked at Martha quietly.

Martha saw the White Wolf's eyes, as bright and pure as sapphire, teaching people to be quiet and serene.

Martha was no longer frightened or frightened. For some reason, she decided it was Lord Wolff.

The White Wolf raised his head and gave a long cry.

Its howling goes through the manor, through the streets of Wenxi, through Stanley Park, through the whole Vancouver, through the deep sky, through Martha's mind, and to a place where human thought has never been before

The blood of the moon began to fade, and the sky became dark again. As soon as it was lit, the light appeared from the edge of the moon, like a lamp at night.

The moon gradually revealed its curved arc, showing her perfect body bit by bit.

In the light of recovery, Martha saw that the body of the white wolf was fading, and its raised head became an eternal silhouette in the moonlight.

Martha didn't take back her eyes until the moon hung like a silver plate in the sky again and the whole manor was bright again.

She saw master Wolff sitting in a wheelchair with good manners and closing his eyes peacefully. His scarf and hat were on his lap, his walking stick was leaning against the armrest of the wheelchair, and the jewels on it glittered in the moonlight.

"Master," Martha called softly, "master Wolff..."

Old wolf never opened his eyes again.

William Wolff died on the night of the eclipse.

Martha is not sad. She believed that Lord Wolff lived in moon and watched world in peace forever in Kingdom of the that day.

I don't know why, she thought of the tree and the man cutting the tree with bare arms. A crow fell on the tree and chirped endlessly.

……

However, the legend of the ominous blood moon did not end with the death of old wolf. A few days later, a large earthquake with a magnitude of more than 9 occurred in the north of Santa Fe, Argentina. The epicenter was between Bella town and Crespo senior official town. The whole town of Bella disappeared overnight.

At the beginning of summer, I watched the picture of the disaster area in the live broadcast of TV news and shed tears.

Although the mountains, rivers and houses in the picture have long been beyond recognition, her strong memory still makes her vaguely distinguish where she once lived when she was a child.

Mother said that it was my father's hometown.