When the woman came to see me, it was raining in the mountains.
The winter in the south of the Yangtze River is colder than in the north. It feels like there are cold snake scales clinging to every inch of the skin. Especially when it is raining, it is even colder and makes people's limbs stiff.
The fine raindrops silently dripped on the woman's blue-grey hat. She was very thickly dressed, and she obviously put on everything that could keep out the cold, because not only did she have a patchwork coat, but also a raincoat and cotton wool, all of which were shabby and shabby. The wind was strong in the mountains, and the leaves all over the mountain rolled into tides in the cold wind, which made her exposed face turn red from the cold.
It was a very beautiful face. The cold failed to freeze her beauty, but made her frailty even more touching.
She walked up to me, her pale lips trembling, and then I noticed that she had a white cloth tied on her forehead.
I sneered in my heart: Another one came to me to deal with an enemy.
Sure enough, she opened her right hand that she had been clenching tightly, and there was a black chess piece in her fair and delicate palm, with a ferocious ghost head engraved on the black chess piece.
The wind and rain haven't stopped, and the simple thatched house behind me keeps shaking, as if it will fall down at the next moment. In fact, it did fall down many times, but there was nothing valuable in the house, just a table, a chair, a bed and a box. So I just drag it out, clean it up, and then build another one.
Anyway, there is plenty of time.
The woman did not rush to tell her the purpose of coming here. Instead, she raised her eyes and glanced at me, and said softly: "Chess piece, Shen Yuqing?"