Chapter 11 Sadness 2

On the way, A Dai and I were speechless.

He went back to his room without eating. I hesitated and finally sighed, but still didn't follow.

There are some things that don't need my comfort. All he needs is to stay quietly in one place and sort out his mood. My comfort, for Yu Dumb, is just a drop in the bucket. But he can never untie his heart knot.

When I walked to the lobby, the food on the table was cold. Looking at the empty main seat, I looked gloomy and took a few mouthfuls of rice. I cleaned up casually and continued to work in the afternoon.

After working hard all afternoon, I looked up and found that the sunset shone red in the western sky, which was very gorgeous.

I looked at the beautiful sunset with blurred eyes for a while and secretly praised myself. It was worthy of: "The sunset is infinitely good, but it's almost dusk."

The mood is really good.

I wiped off the sweat on my forehead, cleaned up the filth on my body, brought the prepared food to the lobby, looked in the direction of the room where I lived, hesitated a little, and then made up my mind. I went to the miscellaneous room to find a hoe and walked towards the lush tree in the middle of the yard.

Digged the ground with a hoe for a while, and a tile pot gradually appeared. I carefully removed the soil on it with my hand. After taking it out, you can faintly smell a fragrance of wine.

The older the wine, the more fragrant it becomes. This sentence is true.

I smelled it hard on the lid of the crock with my nose, showing a satisfied look.

I buried this jar of wine three years ago. There were originally four jars, three of which couldn't resist the covement of wine in these three years. From time to time, I opened a can and drank it secretly, and the three jars flowed into my mouth. The last altar was to celebrate that I got the deed of sale in the future and drank it when I broke away from slavery, so it was saved for a long time. I didn't expect it to be opened so soon, not because of the separation from slavery. It seems that Ah Dai has taken it orally tonight.

I smiled and walked to the lobby with this jar of wine.

I wanted to put down the wine and call A Dai to come to dinner, but I didn't expect to see him sitting upright in the lobby.

I was a little surprised, but it quickly convered and didn't show at all. He gently put the wine jar on the table, but his eyes looked at Dumb.

Through the candlelight, Dumb recovered his previous dull look and sat quietly in the main seat. It just looks a little haggard, but there is nothing wrong with it.

I breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at the corners of my mouth, and pushed the wine jar to Dumb.

A Dai saw that it was wine, and his dead water-like eyes suddenly lit up. Quickly picked up the wine jar and opened the seal on it. In a moment, a smell of wine filled the lobby.

A Dai did not pour the wine into the bowl, but directly lifted the wine jar and sent it into his mouth.

There are only the "gurgling" sound of his drinking and the "pop" sound of candles from time to time left in the room.

I didn't go forward to stop him, but stood aside quietly watching him drink.

The clear and mellow wine melod down his mouth, and the raised throat knot was constantly shrugging up and down. Under the light, it was very beautiful.

After a while, he put down the wine jar and sat on the chair with a flushed face. And the shaking wine sounded clearly in my ear, and I estimated that there seemed to be only a quarter of the wine in it.

A Dumb sat quietly for a while and suddenly smiled at me. Then he picked up the wine jar and poured it into his mouth.

I sighed slightly, pressed the wine jar and said softly to him:

"Dumb, don't drink it. Drinking too much will hurt your body."

Gently took the wine jar away from his hand.

A Dai just looked at me in a daze and did not stop him. I smoothly took the wine jar from his hand, put it aside, and seriously sealed it.

In the soft light, my not very beautiful face was also stained with a circle of warmth.

The area next to Dumb's eyes gradually turned red. Then he opened his broad arms and hugged me.

I didn't push him away and lay stiffly in his arms. Slowly, I felt his helplessness and slight trembling, and his body became soft.

I hesitated for a while and gently patted him on the back, like my mother looked at me sad and comforted me.

A Dai was gently patted by me, and the trembling float on his body gradually became smaller, but he hugged me harder.

We sat like that, under the lights, relying on each other and licking each other's wounds.

..........

I finally sent the drunkard Dumb back to his room. I didn't even clean up the mess in the lobby and dragged my tired body back to the room.

Lying on **, but without a trace of sleepiness, I got up and put on a dress and looked at the silver moonlight pouring out of the window. For a moment, thousands of thoughts surged into my heart, cutting constantly, and the reason was still chaotic.

I remembered the muttering that Dumb had just hugged me and understood the sadness hidden in his heart.

For example, when he was five years old, he climbed up the big tree outside his mother's window while playing and saw the whole process of his mother's death through the window.

For example, the scene of his mother laughing at her when she died will always become his dream and an untiable knot. The desperate, painful and helpless smile was the last thing his mother left him.

For example, his father stood by the side of the room and watched his mother's death coldly; the stepmother Ms. Xia Yuhe leaned against his father proudly.

For example, after his mother's death, the people in the house neglected him more and more, and the servants under him even bullied him directly and didn't even have enough food.

For example, since his mother's death, in order to survive, he became more and more sluggish in front of their eyes. Finally, he was sent to this corner to live and die.

......

It's unimaginable that A Dai has suffered so many criticisms.

A cold and cruel father, a calculating stepmother, a Diao slave who bullied his master and a life.

I suddenly remembered the days of my previous life.

The fragmented nightmare hidden in my heart reconstitutes the complete image of the scene, like a big mouth with a big smell of blood, constantly devouring me.

Cold sweat came out of his forehead and winded down his temples.

With his right hand on the corner of the head of the bed, he gasped, as if to inhale all the air into his mouth.

still doesn't work.

I can't help laughing bitterly. It seems that these memories cannot be easily touched.

I walked to the table, poured a glass of water, swallowed it, and felt a little comfortable.

put down the cup, rubbed the painful eyebrows with his hand, and breathed gently. He looked up at the moon outside the window again and unconsciously put his hands around his shoulders.

The moonlight tonight is really cold!