Poor Lady Chapter 33: Extra: Master (1)

The sky was cloudy and the rain was pouring down. She fell into the mud, her hands dripping with blood. Under the washing of the rain, she felt no pain at all. There was indifference in his eyes, as if he had no attachment to this world at all.

That's it, just die like this...

At this moment, a figure faintly appeared in the gradually blurred vision. The man held up a large water-blue umbrella to shield her from the rain that slapped on her body.

"Why lie in the rain and sleep? I have a more comfortable place, do you want to go and see?"

These words came to her ears accompanied by the sound of rain, and she fell into darkness completely immediately.

When she woke up again, she found that she was lying in a small wooden house, and the bed under her was not even a mattress.

This is the "more comfortable place" that the old man said?

She looked at her hands, the wounds had been treated, but her fingers were broken, so what's the use of keeping them?

The heavy rain outside has not stopped, and the sound of pattering rain came into the house, and the humid air gave people a gloomy feeling.

She stared up blankly, motionless like a puppet.

"Hey, are you awake?" The wooden door was opened, and an old man walked in. His hair and beard were in a mess, as if he hadn't taken care of it for a long time, and he looked like a beggar.

"The old man brought you hot porridge, made by a girl from the neighboring village, it tastes good, why don't you get up and eat some?"

She didn't respond, and her whole body was filled with death.

The old man put down the food box, took off his coir raincoat, and said to himself: "Don't lie down, you just hurt your finger a little bit, you can run and jump, get up and eat by yourself."

Are you just hurting your fingers? She closed her eyes in pain.

Having lost her family, lost her husband, lost her child, lost her dignity, lost her identity, and now she has lost the hands on which she lives, what is left of her?

She has... nothing.

"You really don't want to eat it?" The old man said casually while chewing something, "The fragrant hot porridge and the roast chicken that is charred on the outside and tender on the inside are very delicious."

It's so noisy! Can't she be allowed to die quietly?

The aroma lingers in the nose, making people feel restless.

The old man ate happily, and even gave a few words of praise from time to time.

She was unmoved and didn't even look at him in the end, but her stomach honestly reflected her hunger.

The old man heyed a few times, packed up the dishes, turned around and walked out of the house, and the surroundings returned to dead silence.

The next day, the old man appeared in the house again with food, and he ate happily as before, without forcing her, but just said some nonsensical words.

On the third day, he came again.

At this time, she was so hungry that her eyes were blurred and her limbs were weak, but she was still breathing.

The fourth day...the fifth day...it was very strange, she was obviously extremely weak, but she just didn't die.

Until the seventh day, she finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Why do you want to save me? Why don't you let me die?"

The old man said with a smile: "It's good to take another look, the green mountains and green waters, all kinds of grass and red leaves."

After saying this, the old man left with his hands behind his back, and did not appear again the next day.

She curled up on the bed, feeling the loss of vitality.

That's it, let her die quietly, let her die quietly.

It's enough for her to live alone until now, enough...

What's the point of continuing to live?

"Even if you take another look, it's good to see the green mountains and green waters, the grass and red leaves." The words of the old man suddenly came to mind.

She opened her eyes, looked at the dark room, and suddenly felt very cold.

One more look, just one more look, okay?

She propped herself up with difficulty, and moved towards the wooden door step by step.

Raise the bandaged hand and forcefully push open the somewhat old wooden door.

The sunlight outside the house instantly sprinkled on her body.

She covered her eyes with her hands, and slowly adjusted to the light outside through her fingers.

Putting down her hand, she slowly opened her eyes. Under the boundless sky, there were undulating peaks and mist in the distance, like a sea of ​​clouds. The trees are lush and swaying with the wind, reflecting a little bit of starlight in the sun. Birds singing in the empty valley, spring water gurgling, fences, stone mills, Polygonatum odoratum, like a picture scroll.

The fragrance of flowers is pleasant, and the warm wind is intoxicating.

Walking out of the dark wooden house, under the sunlight, looking up at the sky, I feel sad for no reason, and tears come out of my eyes.

"The scenery here is unique, isn't it?" the old man's voice came from behind.

She turned around and saw him sitting casually on the steps, with bamboo baskets woven in his hands. Although he was dressed in coarse linen and slovenly, he was full of energy, his eyes were hale and hearty, and he revealed a kind of transcendent wisdom.

"Since you've come out, come and sit with the old man." The old man patted the space around him, then pointed to the tea on the stone table, "There's tea on the table, drink some if you're thirsty."

She walked slowly to the stone table, hooked the teapot with her thumb, and poured a cup of tea tremblingly. Then he held the tea cup with both hands and took a shallow sip.

The sweetness on the tip of her tongue made her a little dazed.

What kind of tea is this? It is so fragrant?

"How does it taste?" The old man said with a smile, "This is the tea made by the old man himself. You can't drink it if you don't buy it."

She put down the teacup, silently walked to the old man and sat down, staring into the distance.

The old man pointed at her and smiled, "You should look in the mirror, you look like a beggar."

You don't seem to give up too much.

She glanced at the old man first, and then looked down at herself. It was indeed a mess, and she could even smell the smell on her body. However, the bandage on her hand was very clean. Apparently the old man had changed it several times for her while she was asleep. The fingers are not as painful as before, just a little itchy.

"Your hands," said the old man when he saw her staring at his hands, "it's actually not a serious problem."

"No serious problem?" She smiled wryly, "You don't need to comfort me, old man. I know how badly I was hurt. Even if my bones heal, I won't be as flexible as before. I make a living by embroidery, no more With these hands, I am a useless person."

"The old man never comforts people." The old man waved his hand and said, "The old man said that there is no serious problem, but you are too damaged, and I am afraid that you will not live long."

It really won't comfort people...

"I have nothing to love in life, so I will die." If she hadn't met this old man, she would have been a dead person.

"That's not okay, you haven't repaid the old man for saving your life?"

She didn't want to be rescued at all, okay?

"Didn't you also say that?" She said lightly, "I won't live long, if I want to repay your life-saving grace, I have to wait for the next life."

"The old man doesn't like to pay on credit." The old man said confidently, "Don't worry, the old man will let you live to repay my life-saving grace."

"How long is that?"

"About two years."

I didn't expect to live for two years.

"Two years..." she muttered to herself, "Two years, but I'm a useless person, so what's the use?"

"This is the old man's business." The old man laughed and said, "You can do whatever the old man tells you to do."

She didn't reply, what's so scary about a person who has nothing left?

So, she stayed in this cabin.

The old man goes out every day and often disappears for a few days. Usually, a 13-year-old girl will come to take care of her, bring her meals, and help her change her medicine.

The old man never asked about her past, and seemed to have no interest in her identity and experience.

He possesses unparalleled medical skills and profound knowledge, but he never pays attention to appearance and behaves casually; In good spirits. No wonder the little girl always called him the old fairy.

She guessed that this old man was probably the legendary hermit who possessed great talent but devoted himself to mountains and rivers.

Unknowingly, more than a month has passed, and her injuries have healed very much.

Removing the bandage, her fingers were as stiff as she expected, even holding the cup with difficulty.

The once white jade-like fingers have become scarred remnants.

She can no longer play the piano, can no longer embroider, and can't even maintain a basic life.

She brushed off the teacup on the table, half clenched her fist, and hit the table heavily.

"A useless person, a useless person, you are a useless person!" She burst into tears.

Why on earth does she want to live? Why are you still alive? In this world, is there anything she is nostalgic for?

"Hey, the old man finally healed your hand, so don't break it again." The old man walked into the room and shouted at her, "You still have to save your hand to repay your favor, take it easy."

She turned her head away and wiped away her tears.

"Okay, hurry up and wash your face, it's so ugly." The old man said disgustedly, "Come out after washing, I have something for you to do."

She got up silently, washed her face after bumps and bumps, and walked into the yard.

The old man pointed to the dustpan on the table and ordered: "Go and help the old man peel the peanuts. The skin on the peanut kernels should also be peeled clean. The old man only wants the white flesh."

She sat down at the table as she said, picked up the peanuts, and peeled them laboriously.

My fingers are weak, and it takes a long time to peel a peanut. But she had no right to complain, she repeated the same action numbly.

It took her a whole afternoon to peel a handful of peanuts, and her fingers were sore and sore.

This kind of small pain is nothing to her.

"Come and have dinner." The old man greeted in the house.

"I haven't finished peeling it yet, I'll eat it after peeling it." She didn't intend to get up, as if she was competing with herself, and continued to work non-stop.

The old man came over, put his hands on his hips and said, "Eat as soon as I tell you to eat, and if you don't obey, be careful and I'll punish you to recite the painstaking scriptures!"

She stopped and walked into the house under the old man's stare.

She staggered, her back slightly arched, like an old woman. She is only in her forties, but she lives like an old man in her eighties or nineties.

The old man asked behind her: "Little woman, what's your name?"

She paused, and replied with difficulty: "My surname is Qi, Qi Surong."

Even if she lost everything, she didn't want to lose her name.

No matter how humble her life is, she is still Qi Surong...