Chapter 4197

Wenzhu drove towards the market, wanting to make amends, so he suggested: "Ma'am, there is a porridge shed near the market, and everyone gathers there, waiting for the porridge. These refugees and beggars are probably all I know you, so if the person you found last time wanted to appear in front of you, he would have already appeared, so why don't you look for it elsewhere?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't know where to look: "Another place? What other place?"

Wenzhu said: "There are also refugees and beggars in the suburbs, maybe you can find people there."

Zhuang Xiaoyu thought for a while, "Then let's go to the suburbs after running around the market."

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, although some shops were open, most of them were closed, the snow had melted, the ground was muddy, and it was difficult for a carriage to move.

The wind was strong, and Yu Sui still opened the car windows and curtains. Sitting inside was like sitting in an air vent, shivering with cold.

Zhuang Xiaoyu looked through the window at the beggars and refugees hiding in the lee, and searched the faces of those people one by one, disappointment gathered little by little, and his expression became depressed.

When will such a day end.

She is just looking for people aimlessly, what is the difference between finding a needle in a haystack?

Asparagus ran around the market, and then drove the carriage to the outskirts of the city.

Yu Sui wanted to put down the curtain of the carriage, but was stopped by Zhuang Xiaoyu: "That's it, don't worry about it."

Yu Sui touched her hand, the charcoal in the stove had been burnt out, and Zhuang Xiaoyu's fingers were icy and cold: "Miss, I'm afraid you will be frozen."

"I'm not cold." Zhuang Xiaoyu shuddered, and the hot air he exhaled quickly drifted into the wind: "It's been a long time since I saw the snow scene in the suburbs.

I remember, when I was young, the first time I wanted to see a snow scene, my brother brought me here on horseback. At that time, not long after my mother passed away, my father was busy with the priest's house all day long, and my brother and I had nothing to do. People manage...

When I went back, I fell ill, and my brother was whipped by my father. Afterwards, they never dared to take me on horseback and ran around. Everywhere I went, there were carriages... ...."

I didn't feel much about these trivial past events before, but when I suddenly recalled them now, it seemed like a lifetime away, and it made people cry.

Yu Sui didn't dare to say anything, fearing that it would bring up more memories of her young lady.

Zhuang Xiaoyu's eyes were reddened by the biting cold wind, and mist rose from the bottom of his eyes.

The outskirts of the city are nothing more than a market, and most of them are farmers, some driving ox carts and donkey carts, carrying a pile of firewood, coming from the mountain road.

Although those people were dressed in shabby clothes, father and son were friendly. The child sat on the pile of firewood and sang songs. Zhuang Xiaoyu's laughter spread into Zhuang Xiaoyu's ears, and she was fascinated by it.

With a sound of "bang", the carriage collided with another carriage suddenly, and Zhuang Xiaoyu's body suddenly fell forward. Fortunately, Yu Sui's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and she was pulled back. Wenzhu stopped the people in the carriage with one hand, and the other Holding the reins tightly, he glared at the driver who bumped into his carriage, "Will you drive the carriage? I almost hurt my wife."

The wind blew the curtain, and the unremarkable carriage passed slowly in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu's eyes, and Zhuang Xiaoyu saw the person lying in the carriage like a puddle of mud.

The man's face was covered with scars, one eye was already blind, the other eye was staring at her firmly, his mouth was opened wide and he screamed strangely, Zhuang Xiaoyu saw that the mouth was empty, without a tongue.

It was just a glance, but the whole process was replayed in Zhuang Xiaoyu's mind like in slow motion...