Chapter 959: Ugly woman

"Well," Xun Xun promised his father wrongly, but his eyes were always watching TV, they were all black screens, and there was no mother, but she really wanted to miss her mother.

When Lu Yi went back, Xun Xun had fallen asleep. The little she slept on the top of her little bed, her small face was very thin and thin, her eyelashes curled slightly, she was still very long and beautiful.

The younger girl is more like a mother, Lu Yi thought, when Yan Huan was a child, it must have been so beautiful, and also a treasure in the palm of her parents, but her parents were long gone, leaving her alone. Lonely and lingering, and later made the mistake of the previous life, so that even his own life was later sent off.

It's just that, after a lifetime of life, her life is finally going to be better, but why did it happen again, don't say seeking, even him, until now can't bear the fact that Yan Huan has left.

There is also an expectation in his heart, and there is also an expectation. His Huanhuan must be somewhere now. She cannot come back, as long as he persists, as long as he waits, as long as he finds, she will eventually come back, Will return home, there are him at home, there are three children, and still seek out.

He walked over, squatted down in his daughter's small bed country, and gently stroked her little face.

"Our search is the best, right? Dad knows that you miss your mother."

"And father, miss mother too."

At this time, it was another season of midwinter winter. Between the icy snow and the ground, the last leaf on the branch was blown and scattered, and then the bare branch, I don’t know when, it was only the cold of this winter, but also There is winter snow.

In the distance, the coldness was already daunting, and he did not want to be close again.

The fire in the stove is burning from time to time, and the flames outside the stove are not scattered from time to time. The walls are all covered with peeling skin, and the wall skin is also falling a lot. There are several broken ones. It can be thrown or used as a wood-burning chair, and there is a lame table. Now half of the bricks are underneath, and it can be reused.

The grass, the trees, the tables and the chairs, no matter how broken or rotten, no one will throw them away.

This is a small mountain village, an urban area far away, and a small civilized village far away. The village is located in a remote mountainous area. Dozens of families here have lived here for generations, almost all of them The color is different from the rest of the world. There is even no electricity here. The things people use for lighting are also the original oil lamps. They are also used by households and passed down from generation to generation.

There is no electricity, no TV, no washing machine, no natural gas, and the village is used to burn fire for cooking, which is nothing but firewood collected from the mountains.

Folding a few roots in place, or blowing a few big trees with an axe, is enough to burn for several days.

In this earthen house, a woman came out. She was wearing worn clothes. She also had several repairs on her body, and then she came out on one leg.

She took a bundle of firewood from one side, then added some firewood to the old stove, and sat up beside the stove, leaning on the stove to give her the temperature.

She lifted her face, almost no flesh on her face, and there was a big scar on one side, and it was a little scary on her face. She buried her head between her legs and held it tightly. Off his knees.

The wind outside almost blew down the rotten window and brought the unique cold in this mountain.

This is by the mountain, and the mountain breeze is very cold.

She tightened her legs again and almost shrunk herself into a ball. Only in this way, it seemed that she could give herself some warmth and make herself a little warm.

Her face is ruined and ugly, but the eyes are very beautiful, the standard almond eyes, the corners of the eyes are very long, and the eyelashes are also curled, it is a pity that these eyes were born on this ugly face .

She touched her face. There was no mirror here, so she didn’t know what she looked like, but she could vaguely see what she was looking at from the water reflection.

That is actually, very ugly.

And her leg. She put her hand on her leg and pressed it lightly. It seemed to still have the initial pain. The kind of pain that she couldn't forget for a lifetime.

It's just that because of the limited medical conditions here, her leg is broken and she can only be lame now.

She became an ugly monster and a lame. She took another firewood and threw it into the old stove, so that the temperature from the stove would prevent her from freezing to death.

Tomorrow, she is going to find something that can be used to see if it is possible to borrow some plastic paper and paste the window, otherwise, she may not be able to pass this winter.

She clasped her legs again, snuggling at such a little temperature, otherwise, this winter, she may have been frozen to death.

And not far away, it was a bed of broken quilts, which could not stop any cold, nor any temperature, but even these are the only things she has now, otherwise, she is indeed There is not even a nest, nor a roof that can shelter from the wind and rain.

The wind outside was still blowing, and the stove was extinguished in the middle of the night. I don’t know whether it was because of the natural extinction, or because it was blown out by the wind. When she wanted to pick up the wood and raise the stove At the time, it was a little discouraged, there was not much firewood, even if I went out to pick it up tomorrow, the firewood might be picked up with moisture, it can only be used after a long time, otherwise it will be picked up It is of little use, even if it is used to make fire, it is impossible to make a fire.

Forget it, she stood up, she could still feel the outside wind cooling her back, and she was standing naked and standing in the ice and snow like she was not wearing clothes in the winter , And was frozen to death alive.

She pulled the bed of rags, and she lay in. She also wrapped herself tightly with the bed of quilt, but she dared not lie down, and she dared not sleep, especially at night. Time to sleep.

Because it was too cold, she was afraid of freezing to death, or of being sick. So it is the same every night. You can feel a trace of warmth when you wear the old stove, and you can barely maintain this life by the fire in the stove.

She stretched out her hand, the fingers of those two hands had been frozen to redness and swelling, just like a radish, and almost even her fingers could not be gripped.