Taiwei glanced at her expressionlessly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Bizhu just stood there with a scornful look and urged with bath beans in her hands: "Girl, don't be stunned, the water should be cold later." ”

"You put your things down and get out. Taiwei stood up and walked towards the bathroom, and commanded, "Don't wait for me on the side. ”

Bizhu was stunned, and immediately couldn't hide her relaxation and joy, and responded with a pleasant "yes", and immediately retreated after putting the things in place.

In an instant, only Taiwei was left in the bathroom.

The needle drop in her ears could be heard, and because it was so quiet, her heartbeat was particularly loud.

Pounding-pounding-pounding--pounding -

One after the other.

It was a sign that she was alive.

Taiwei frowned and pressed her palm to her heart. Through the thin middle coat, the movement of the heart underneath became clearer and clearer.

She stripped herself of her clothes.

The slender waist and the green bulge all told her that this was a body that had not yet fully matured.

It's a strangeness that confuses her.

But there is a clear familiarity in the strangeness.

It's her body.

It's hers, and there's nothing wrong with that.

...... It's just too young.

She held her breath and buried herself in the water.

The water is not very hot, but there is still a sense of warmth.

The thin heat is enough to make her yearn for indulgence. She greedily dived underwater, deeper and deeper, warmer and warmer. Born in water, she was immersed in water, like in her mother's womb, and finally felt safe again.

But the wound on his back, when he was stirred by the water, stabbed a hundred thousand times. Almost instinctively, she curled up in the water, her legs bent over, her arms clasped tightly around her knees.

She didn't understand.

I am obviously dead, why do I have a heartbeat and breathing again.

She didn't understand either.

I have already grown up, why did I change back to my youthful appearance.

Why is it that it is still a snowy day in the middle of winter before closing your eyes, and when you open your eyes, it becomes a night in late spring.

She held her breath and closed her eyes, her lungs burning from the lack of air.

Finally, there was a "whoa-" sound.

She surfaced and began to gasp for air.

When her breathing calmed down, she raised her voice and called for Bizhu to come in.

The moment she reached out to wipe the water droplets from her face, she saw a flash of impatience on Bizhu's face when she entered the door, but she pretended not to see it, and just asked, "It's the fourth year of Jianyang now?"

Bizhu obviously didn't expect her to ask this, and was stunned for a moment before saying: "The girl asked this, this year is not the fourth year of Jianyang, which year can it be." ”

Taiwei felt five spines and six beasts in his heart, and after listening to it, he asked: "Then what is the first day of the month today?"

"What's wrong with you?" Bizhu asked suspiciously, "It's March 25 today." ”

Taiwei's throat was dry when she heard this, and she couldn't speak for a while.

March 25 of the fourth year of Jianyang.

That was eight years ago.

What happened on this day eight years ago, she remembers.

Because of that day, she poured eighteen lifetimes of evil mold and called the fourth sister to target her.

She clearly remembered that early that morning, the mother-in-law in the sewing room brought materials to measure for her, saying that it was time to make summer clothes. As a result, she chose the material on the front foot, and someone came to tell her on the back foot that the material was chosen by the four girls.

It stands to reason that this material was originally selected one by one according to the ranking.

The ones she picked were originally picked by the fourth sister.

But she made a choice, and the fourth sister chose it again.

This is a real fault finding, and no one can be happy, but she is too lazy to entangle with the fourth sister. What's more, it's useless to entangle, it's indeed the fourth sister's turn to pick it up, as long as she says that she didn't make up her mind last time and regrets it, who can really care about her?

It's ether thought to herself, if there is no material, she will choose another one, so that she will not be short of clothes to wear.

Who would have thought that when they met on a narrow road in the afternoon, she and the fourth sister would actually bump into each other in the garden.

The fourth sister opened her mouth and talked about the clothes, and when she saw that she looked indifferent, her face suddenly changed, and her body fell into the small lotus pond.

She stood on the side, and suddenly reached out to pull her, but she didn't.

After the maids and mothers-in-law fished people up in a noisy manner, the four girls cried so much that they were raining, and they said that they were too slightly pushing.

Upon inquiry, several maids and women testified that they had witnessed the process of the fifth girl pushing the fourth girl into the water.

It was said that although they were not by the pool, they were all in the garden at the time, and they all saw it.

After checking again, the mother of the housekeeper in the sewing room said about the clothes, and the motive was also there.

So she couldn't argue, no matter what she said, no one believed her.

She and Siniang have not been on good terms since childhood, and when they were four or five years old, they dared to push people down in the corridor, and now that they have grown up, it seems not strange to push people into the pool.

From Mrs. Qi to the vegetable washing girl in the kitchen, everyone in the house was convinced of Taiwei's murderous intention because Siniang took away the clothes she liked.

But what has not been done, how can Taiwei admit it?

She was not convinced, very unconvinced.

Her grandmother was furious and used family law against her.

But she received fifteen blows, but she still refused to change her mind and admit her mistake. Grandmother also punished her to kneel in the ancestral hall, and she was not given food or drink, and she knelt for a long night.

Before dawn, she fell ill.

But if you are sick, you can't do it, and if you don't admit your mistake, you have to continue to kneel.

Grandmother fixed the rules, saying that this time her edges and corners must be smoothed.

She knelt for another morning, kneeling so much that the ancestral tablet in front of her seemed to be dancing, and she knelt like her legs were wooden.

In the end, it is said that it was my father who spoke, and my grandmother was willing to give up.

Fortunately, she was lucky, her leg was not broken, and her brain was not burned. So she was even proud afterwards, proud that she survived. But now that she is called to her, she was simply stupid and as stupid as a pig at that time.

Although she has not done something, but everyone thinks that she has done it, so what difference does it make if she admits it or not? What can she do but cause more trouble for herself?

You must know that being able to bend and stretch is the way to survive.

Backbone is important, but at that moment, backbone is the least important thing.

Blindly ignorant of flexibility, in the end, he can only drown with the word "dignity".

But this is the truth-

How can she understand at this age.

Taiwei raised her hand from the water, the delicate white fingers, the light pink round nails, this is the cardamom girl's hand, the hand of the person who has not really suffered but thinks that he has tasted the world's suffering.

She looked at it and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

When I was a teenager, many things that I thought were big were nothing, but when I was in my twenties and saw life and death, I looked back and looked back, and they were nothing.

If you admit your mistake and you don't have to be beaten, where else is it easier?

When she found out that the situation was wrong, she didn't want to kowtow and admit her mistake first.

Sure enough, my grandmother was very satisfied.

She doesn't have to kneel in the ancestral hall.

Thinking of this, Taiwei turned to the side, exposed his scarred back to Bizhu, and asked casually, "How many scars are there?"

Bizhu didn't feel a shock after seeing it clearly, and said in a soft voice: "There are five." ”

"Wudao?" Taiwei turned his back to her and let out a long breath.