MTL - Late Night Tales Of The Capital-Chapter 62 How much do you know about the past?

Everyone has a darkest picture in the depths of their hearts. I can’t wait to add countless locks, so that the picture never appears in front of myself.

But people will dream, especially nightmares. In the nightmare, those dark pictures will come to your world from time to time, and will wake you up again and again from your dreams. Then, the nightmare is getting more and more horrible, the dark picture is getting darker and darker, and eventually it becomes a nightmare.

In the depths of the leaves, there was once a nightmare, a nightmare that followed him for decades, and even turned into a demons when he was ascending, almost killing his life.

The nightmare was originally formed in a piece of memory.

The leaf defect in memory is still a baby.

The world in memory seems to be in the midwinter season, frozen in the cold, and the goose-like snow has been falling down. It looks like a white one on the ground. Open your eyes and be pale, close your eyes and open your eyes is still a pale, everything is covered by heavy snow.

The lack of leaves feels that his face, hands, and body are cold, and his eyelids are as heavy as iron. Only the front and back seem to have a slight temperature, and a slight call comes from time to time. Don't sleep, don't sleep, don't sleep."

But I still feel that the hunger and the cold are almost incomparable, and at this time, a warm liquid appears on my lips.

From the instinct, the leaf lacks a mouth and **** the liquid, and the strength of the milk is sucking hard, sucking all the time. Slowly, hunger finally got relieved, and the body finally had strength. The eyelids slowly opened, and at first glance, I saw a gentle face.

The lack of leaves can feel that it is my mother, the lips are itchy, and I grabbed it, and the white hand raised it. When it fell, it turned out to be a touch of bright red.

The liquid on the lips is actually blood.

In the memory fragment, there is still no conscious awareness of the leaf of a baby. Every time the leaf is seen from a dream perspective, it is often vomiting because I have drunk my mother's blood!

The leaves that were held by her mother in her arms, the expression slowly calmed down, and she wanted to make a laugh.

However, the picture suddenly changed, and a group of wild dogs smelled **** smells. The woman with leaf deficiency just took out half a **** from her arms. This is her whole day's food. This is why she is fed with ischemic drink. I eat a steamed bun a day and there will be milk.

Perhaps because the weather was too cold, the mother who was missing the leaf was frozen and noticed that she was slow to take a few shots. When the wild dogs were all around, she just took a bite.

When she looked up and saw the surrounding wild dogs, it was almost subconscious. The muscles of the whole person were suddenly tightened, and they stared at the animals in front of them. Soon, she understood that she was hungry and hungry like the wild dogs.

She and her son in the arms, this moment is the food in the eyes of this group of wild dogs.

No matter how fierce her eyes are, it will never exceed the hunger that drives the animal's instinct.

Without much hesitation, she made an action, her eyes and her body did not move, and she carefully moved the leaf deficiencies to the tree hole behind her with only one hand.

"Hungry!"

The leaf that fell sideways in the tree hole, witnessed the most memorable and darkest picture of his life.

A hungry mother.

A group of hungry wild dogs.

Bite into a ball.

It’s really a bite that is really fighting, but I don’t know where the mother who leaves the leaf comes from, the hands, feet, teeth, and nails can be used to bring damage to this group of wild dogs. It is not necessary.

On the snowy ground, a blood flower was quickly left behind.

One after another.

Cruel and **** wrestling.

It became the source of nightmares when the leaves were missing.

The lack of leaves knows what happened later. The villagers who passed by saved the mother and the son. But the face of the mother who is missing the leaves is completely bitten and ruined. The body also has many roots. It is more horrible than watching a lot of monsters. Later, Ye missed a lot of demon, but never hated the demon, because the small, his mother is a monster in the eyes of others.

The nightmare has not appeared in the mind of the leaf shortage for a long time.

But today, it is coming again.

Because of the appearance of a person, the nightmare, the moment comes to the leaves of the mind, perhaps in his subconscious, this all happens, it is because of this person.

Ye Zhengru!

That is the father of Ye deficiency.

At the end of the performance of the Tianmen Dao Pavilion, he appeared, and proposed to chat with Ye, and then there is the present scene.

A pot of tea, two cups, two people, sitting opposite each other.

The leaf is missing and the teapot is brewed with a cup of tea. The teapot is put back in place, a cup full and a cup empty.

The heat in the teacup is like a smoke, and it quickly spreads out. The lack of leaves did not speak, just calmly looked at Ye Zhengru, just look at it, look at this name of his own biological father, watching the famous general of the Tang Dynasty.

Tea smoke is exhausted, tea is cool, and Ye Zhengru finally speaks.

"Your mother?"

Ye Zhengru did not ask whether Ye Xuan was his own son. Just as Ye Kui did not ask whether Ye Zhengru was his father, the jade was on the one hand, and the blood between the father and the son that was not open to the water was the key to confirming everything. Sitting opposite, do not ask, you know it is him.

"My mother?"

"No." Ye Yi did not conceal, and there was no screaming roar, very brief, very plain answer.

"She?" Ye Zhengru said another word.

But when I didn't finish it, I was interrupted by the lack of leaves. It seems that the leaf deficiency has long known what he wants to ask.

"It’s not good."

"It has suffered all the hardships of the world."

"It’s been hot and cold in the world."

The lack of leaves has always been in the eyes of Ye Zhengru. When he finished this sentence, he saw a guilty flash in the eyes of the other party.

Looking at the guilty eyes, the leaves lacked a sly smile, and I especially wanted to say, "Is it fake? False is not hypocritical? Is nausea not disgusting? If it is really guilty, what did you do early? Who is watching? Do you still want to use a guilty look and change your father?"

I thought about it in my heart, but I didn’t say it in the mouth of the leaf. I didn’t dare, I didn’t want it. I don’t want the woman under Huang Quan to be sad. She has never said this man in her life, even if she is swearing.

Before, after, no one.

"Can you tell me how you have been through these years?" Ye Zhengru did not continue to look at the leaves, but bowed his head and made himself a cup of tea and drank it. The tea is already cool, but in fact, the cold is not the same, and there is temperature in his heart.

A cup of herbal tea was exchanged for a severe cough.

The lack of leaves is just watching quietly, indifferent.

Until Ye Zhengru’s cough disappeared, Ye Xiaocai spoke again. “Want to hear how we survived these years?”

"Do you think you have this qualification to listen to?" The lack of leaf is not a questioning tone. Although every word in the words is sharp, his tone is very plain, as if he is not talking about himself.

"A lot of things, I can't decide by myself." Ye Zhengru looked at the leaf shortage. "Between the children's personal feelings and the home country, how do you say that you should choose? You don't have this kind of experience, and the pain is naturally impossible to understand." So even if you hate me, I won't blame you, wealth is in the sky, people have their own lives."

"Do people have their own lives?"

The leaf lacked the last sentence of Ye Zhengru, suddenly stunned, and then smiled twice. "The original sentence is what you told her."

"ridiculous."

"sad."

"hateful."

Ye missed three times and shouted three times. In the end, it was a table that stood up and pointed to Ye Zhengru. "You don't want to hear the story? Good! Today I will tell you a story. I hope that after listening, you still have I will be so safe!"

"Before speaking, I want to ask you a question first." Ye Weiping regained his mood and said, "Do you think that as a woman, live to thirty or six, count longevity, or short-lived?"

"According to the statistics of the Tang Dynasty households, it is short-lived." Ye Zhengru thought about it.

"For some people, it is a long life. It has been a full 18 years. She should have died in peace 18 years ago, but she has been tortured for 18 years in hell."

"Some people might say that she is crazy or stupid? If it is really so painful, hitting the wall, everything will not end?"

"Hey, if it’s that simple, I will say where she is a long-term life."

This story takes place on Ye’s own body, talking about his mother Tang Yuru.

From small to large, Tang Yuru always said, "The rich are in the sky, the people have their own lives, and the people live for a lifetime, and the life is fixed. I am destined to be a hard life, and I have to pull you up. I promised He will raise you to 18 years old anyway."

Ye Xiaoru said, "From my memory, this sentence, she repeats it several times a day. I didn't understand it before. I know that today, she is encouraging herself, raising her, she is afraid to die." ""

Pointing to his face, Ye Wei continued, "Have you seen the face of the monster? It is ugly and terrifying. But do you know how others describe her face in the village?"

"It’s ugly than the monster, it’s more horrible than the monster, and the night can stop. In order to protect me, she wrestles with the wild dog, and the whole face is bitten.”

"Do you know that ten copper plates are enough for a few meals? You live in a magnificent general's house. You certainly don't know." Ye missed his index finger. "One month! For many years, her family's food for a month is ten. Copper plate."

"Because she has a systemic illness, she has no strength in her hands, so she can't grow the ground. She can only do some needlework and sell it."

"It’s a monster-like face. The shoes she sells are beautiful again. Who can dare to buy? Even if it is bought, how much will it be willing to pay? If someone sells five copper plates, she can only sell two at most, and suffer losses. Is it a loss? But she doesn't care, as long as she can let her live, as long as she can continue to pull her son to grow up, she doesn't care."

"The eyes are spent, the stitches are often tied to the hands, and the blood drops on the soles or the handkerchiefs. It must not be sold. It can only be repeated. It is okay at first. Later, the more the eyes are, the more times the stitches are tied to the hands. It’s so much that it’s not enough to make ends meet. In this way, her only survival skills are gone, and her income is broken.”

"But her son is still young, she will continue to support."

"There is no skill in the world, how can you live without it?"

"In her heart, there is actually an answer, but she does not want to go that way. The days are bitter, it doesn't matter, but her identity, her dignity tells her that she can't shame."

"I was born for two days, watching my son starve twice, and she fell to the ground."

"From that day on, there was an 'old witch' who had to eat in the village around Yucheng. When she was not bright, she went out and went home on time before dark. But she never wanted to eat in her own village, even if others gave it She doesn't want it. She thinks that it is her last fig leaf. She is not willing to let other children's children call their sons to eat."

"In her heart, she has always believed that her son's identity is nobler than the whole village, one hundred times noble and one thousand times noble. Just I don't say, you don't know, that's it."

"No matter whether it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, she has not stole a day of laziness because she is going to go hungry with her son as long as she does not go out."

"One winter, it was cold in the winter. After she went home, she found that her son was gone. At that time, his son was only four years old. He was hungry and frozen every day. He had no strength. He basically didn't go out, all day long. I am honestly in the house."

"She madly looking for it, shouting heartbreaking, shouting through the village, and finally found it in the chicken coop next door. At that time she almost died, the first time she married her son, she returned home. Q: Why are you not at home? Why do you secretly hide it in the chicken coop next door?"

"At the time, her four-year-old son, with tears in his face, couldn't make a sound."

"I am cold."

"Only two words, she cried after listening, crying and heartbroken, crying and nowhere."

"In the night, her son started a high fever, and her forehead was hot like a stove. That night, she was frightened. My son was sick to see a doctor, but where did she have silver? Not even a copper plate. She squatted. The whole village, until dawn, got the money to take medicine."

"Since that time, the thing she was most afraid of was no longer a shame. The thing she was most afraid of became a son's illness."

"In this way, she had two years of soles, and for eight years, her son was ten years old."

"It was another winter. She wanted to go home. When she got to the door of the house, she suddenly fell. She just fell to her bed and never got up again."

"That year she was only twenty-eight, but it looked like it was eighty-two."

"The son who is next to the bed, this time is ten years old, but the thin body bone is not as good as the five or six-year-old child in the village."

"She is ill, what about this family? She didn't think of a way to find a place. But the sky was still not bright, and she found that her son ran quietly out of the snow, and didn't go home all day. Until the sky was right. When he was going to be black, he came home. At that time, the whole face was red and the hair was covered with ice."

"She is ready to get angry again, but this time her son first explained the truth and took a handful of millet from the pocket of the clothes. It turned out that the 10-year-old son went up the mountain alone to cut wood, then took the wood down and went to the village. I changed back to holding this millet."

"From this day on, the burden of the family fell to the head of the 10-year-old son."

"Day after day, year after year, go up the mountain to cut wood, go down the mountain for food. He could not read the book, she has not read it, so only this person, only the strength of this body."

"Fortunately, God is not too thin for her son. From this day, her son has not reborn. As the age grows, the strength is getting bigger and bigger, and the firewood that can be cut is getting more and more. More, the amount of food changed has also increased. Eating too much, the body bones are also open, and the things that can be done naturally are more."

"From cutting wood, helping others to plant the land, and later helping people to release cattle, helping the old blacksmith to iron, helping the bistro to make wine, as long as there is work in the village, her son basically did."

"Never picky, no choice, no pick."

"The days are getting better and better, her body is getting worse, but she can see that she is still holding on, and sometimes her son is distressed."

Her son actually secretly looked for the doctor. The doctor gave the answer: "The vitality has long since disappeared. The doctor has no medical treatment, that is, a sigh of relief, a son, can persuade, can put down, put down, the knot in my heart. Let go, people can walk with peace of mind."

"My son turned to the opposite side for many days, then talked to her, and told the doctor that she had told her about it. After listening to it, she didn't have much surprise, and it seemed to have been expected."

On that day, she grabbed her son's hand and said slowly, "Children, mother, this life is destined to suffer. In fact, it has long been seen, and it is already a person who can die. But I still can't Dead, I have to watch you grow up to 18 years old. On that day, I will give you something, tell you something, and then I can leave with peace of mind."

In this way, her family's boat slowly drifted forward, and she was paralyzed day by day until her son was eighteen years old.

Perhaps it was a return to light. On this day, she stood up in an unprecedented way, then took her son to the yard and pointed to the direction of Luoyang City in the west. "Your father is Ye Zhengru, your home is in Luoyang General, you are growing up now." You have to go back and recognize the ancestors!"

After saying this, she stroked her son's cheek with her hand. "Children, my mother is tired, really tired, hugged her mother, and she is resting."

In the sunset.

She leaned on the shoulders of her son.

Fell asleep.

The shoulders are wide, very warm, and it seems to have returned a long time ago...

(Writing to the end, suddenly a song echoes in the ear, when love is a thing of the past...)