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Chapter 4 The world is so big, why is home

In a messy house, blood sprayed all over the walls.

Widow Zhao had a wooden hairpin stuck in her throat, and blood bubbles were bubbling around the wound. Although she was still alive, she could not survive.

Zhao Mao'er sat aside, uselessly covering her mother's wound with her small hands.

Hutou sat by the wall blankly, his eyes wide open as if he was frightened, and he didn't cry or make a fuss.

The twitching Widow Zhao wanted to say something, but she couldn't make a sound, only streams of blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

"Mother, mother, don't talk anymore." Zhao Mao'er's face was covered with mother's blood, and after tears washed down, it turned into gullies.

But widow Zhao stretched out her bloody hand and pointed at the stupid tiger head with difficulty.

The cat cried: "I know, I will take care of Hutou."

Hearing that her daughter understood what she meant, Widow Zhao pointed to the scattered silver coins with difficulty.

The cat didn't speak this time, and just lowered its head and cried, helpless and frightened.

Widow Zhao managed to hold her breath, and said in a weak voice, "Dowry."

"Mother~"

This mother's cry is repeated a thousand times, like a cuckoo crying blood, expressing endless attachment.

Widow Zhao smiled.

In the past, when the cat called her 'mother', there was always alienation in her tone, and she had never been so envious.

Widow Zhao knew that Maoer and Hutou were looked down upon and suffered a lot of grievances because of her mother.

So the daughter has resentment in her heart.

It was precisely because of this that she secretly saved money, thinking that if she had enough money, she would live in another place so that her daughter would not be burdened by her mother.
At this time, the money is finally saved enough, but I can no longer go to Dazhou, the warm and prosperous Jiangnan in the legend, and I can't see my daughter getting married and having children in the future.

Thinking of this, Widow Zhao felt a little sad.

'Hey, I couldn't bring up my two daughters after all.'

A look of nostalgia flashed across Widow Zhao's eyes, and she tried her best to raise her hand to touch her daughter's little face again.

Just as the hand was lifted into the air, it fell down powerlessly.

"Mother! Mother, you promised Mao'er to go to Dazhou. Mother, you and Mao'er have made an agreement. Mother. Don't die. Mother. What will Hutou and I do?"

There was a whimper.

Hai hour sharp.

It was late at night, and a new grave was added behind Zhao's courtyard.

Zhao Mao'er knelt in front of the grave, with the still dumb tiger head in his arms.

Chen Chu, who was standing quietly by the side, wiped the blood-stained screwdriver on his clothes, then took a serious look at Zhao Mao'er, and suddenly said, "You sisters, take care, I'm leaving now."

Zhao Mao'er heard the words and slowly raised his head to look at Chen Chu, then shifted his gaze to the night, and then said, "You are leaving too."

It seems to have the meaning of retention.

"Yeah, I killed someone after all." Chen Chu also stared at the front of the black hole, and said, "Now I don't even have a household registration. If the police or the government came, I'm afraid I can't tell."

It is one thing to say clearly but not to say clearly, the key is that Chen Chu has no confidence in the dark background of the feudal era.

Once he enters the government, who cares whether he is a 'justifiable self-defense', then there will be a lot of torture, and 90% of Chen Chu will be tortured.

The remaining 10% is left to the possibility of 'being killed on the spot'.

Hearing what he said, Zhao Mao'er couldn't speak again even if he had a thousand reasons, so he knelt on the ground and turned his body slightly, kowtowed to the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you for helping me with what happened tonight, if there is an afterlife, the cat will be like a bull Repay by being a horse."

Chen Chu dodged sideways, and said, "No, you were the one who saved me first. This time we're even."

Mao'er seemed to hear some deep meaning, and quietly raised his eyelids, only to find that Chen Chu was staring at him with examining and probing eyes. Mao'er felt guilty for a while, and hurriedly lowered his head to avoid looking at each other, and said nothing.

Chen Chu cupped his hands unskillfully: "You guys take care."

Then he turned around and his figure gradually disappeared into the snowy night.

Zhao Maoer knelt on the spot, with a pair of little hands that were red from the cold, unconsciously moving back and forth as if afraid, uneasy, and making a decision.
It was pitch black all around, except for the falling snowflakes and the whistling north wind.

The cat lowered its head and thought for a moment, then suddenly picked up the tiger's head and ran home.

The house was still in the same mess, with Liu Da's body lying quietly by the door.

The cat stepped carefully, went to the back room and found a set of clothes of the dead father that the mother had kept, and pocketed the little grain in the rice jar and the money that the mother had saved with her life, and then walked away with the tiger's head in her arms. out.

But as soon as she arrived at the gate of the courtyard, Mao'er turned her head to look at the courtyard that she didn't want to stay for a day, looked carefully, turned and walked back.

The bowl of oil lamp in the house was still on, the cat hesitated for a moment, then waved his sleeves and knocked it over on the woodpile
The flames ignited.

After all this was done, the cat didn't miss it any more, and rushed into the snow in a hurry with her sister in her arms and the burden on her shoulders.

Chen Chu, who had already walked for a mile, noticed something was wrong, and when he turned his head, he saw the raging fire in the distance, which was the direction of Zhao Maoer's house.

Not long afterward, a thin figure trotted over from the snow curtain.

"Why did you follow?" Chen Chu was surprised.

"I brought you Daddy's clothes, so that you won't be inconvenient when you go out." Zhao Mao'er didn't wait for her breath to catch her breath, first took off a small bundle from her shoulder, and handed it over.

"Thanks." Chen Chu was slightly surprised by Zhao Mao'er's sudden overture.

He was wearing a down jacket, which looked out of place here and now, and it was indeed inconvenient.

I have to say, this dress is very thoughtful.

"Is there anything else?" Chen Chu guessed that Zhao Mao'er came running through the snow with his sister in his arms, and it was not just as simple as delivering clothes.

"You were right just now. After entering the government, our sisters might not be able to tell why." Zhao Mao'er didn't answer the question.

After a moment of silence, Chen Chu said, "What are your plans in the future?"

Zhao Mao'er looked up at Chen Chu, then lowered her eyelids and looked timidly at the ground, and whispered, "I'll follow you, okay?"

Chen Chu pondered slightly.

"Me, me." Mao'er thought that Chen Chu didn't want to bring their sisters, so he choked up when he opened his mouth.

Then he sucked his little nose hard and held back his tears, but his voice was still crying: "I, I just... have no choice. If I don't call you like that, Hutou and I will be killed by Liu tonight." Big poisonous hand, I definitely want to hurt you on purpose."

As she spoke, teardrops rolled out of her bright red peach blossom eyes like broken threads.

It was snowing heavily, and Zhao Mao'er was holding a little girl in her arms, with a torn bundle on her shoulders, her temple hair was sticking to her forehead wetly, her little face was pale, and the one standing in front of Chen Chu crying was very pitiful.

Her "official" just now almost killed Chen Chu.

Chen Chu also knew the reason why she did this, she just wanted to give the sisters a chance to survive, so she dragged him into the water.

The little girl in front of me is not as weak as she looks
At least 'decisive' is there.

But it's normal to say that in that kind of desperate situation, when you see a life-saving straw, you naturally have to hold on tightly, who cares whether the 'straw' is willing or not.
Seeing that Chen Chu was silent, the cat wiped away the tears from his little face with the back of his hand, sobbing, "I can cook and sew clothes. You are not familiar with this place, but I can also show you the way. I really have nowhere to go." can go now"

Chen Chu looked around in a daze, only to see the snow blowing in the sky and the wind shouting, he couldn't help but smiled wryly: "Who is not? I have nowhere to go."

(End of this chapter)