The wind was blowing, and the cold wind passed through the tiles under the eaves, and made a long whistle, one after another, like a sad woman whimpering and crying.

The wind pierced through the thin lattice, swishing against the root of the window, and rattling the rags nailed to the window.

In front of the hall, there is a row of ancestral tablets, which look black and gloomy under the light.

Compared with those ancestors who have been dead for many years and have not even met, the thin-skinned coffin in front of them is more reassuring.

Lan Sui leaned his thin body towards the coffin.

The fire kept burning in the small stove, but after all, the cold night was too hard.

"Lan Sui, what time is it now?" Zhang Hanmei's voice was astringent, guarding this coffin day and night, reluctant to leave a step, she was sick, she was seriously ill, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, her expression was good for a while, Lan Sui persuaded her to go to the guest room to rest, she just didn't listen, and the old woman in the housekeeper's temple in the afternoon seemed to be unbearable, and even came to persuade a few words without being salty, and Zhang's family would not listen to it.

There is no hourglass here, Lan Sui can only run to the window, look at the bright moon hanging in the sky, and run back with a shrunk, "Auntie, the moon has moved overhead, and the slave and maid estimate that it should be the time to touch this point." ”

Zhang's groggy lay on a broken blanket next to the coffin, Lan Cao wrapped the few clothes she had, and they pestered the woman to ask for a thin quilt, but Zhang resolutely refused to cover it, and asked Lan Sui to put it in the coffin to protect Liu Yan.

Do dead people still need to build so much?

Dead people are not afraid of freezing, seeing that the living are going to freeze to death, this aunt is really brainless, even if Miss dies, even if you cover her with more quilts, can she still come back to life?

Lan Sui could only muttered to herself in her heart.

Helplessly, the clothes were too thin, and the cold made Zhang's shiver non-stop.

"It's time?"

Hearing this, Zhang opened his eyes, got up from the semi-coma, staggered along the coffin, and went to lift the lid of the coffin.

Lan Sui's tears were pouring down, and as soon as the tears slipped down, they became very cold, and they clung to her eyelashes.

"Auntie, you're like this, don't look at it, you've been watching it since it was dark, and you've seen it no less than ten times, you're not afraid of trouble, and the fourth lady is still afraid of being frightened, don't the old people say that the dead need to recuperate the most? Let's go back, and you will sweat after drinking a dose of ginger soup——"

"Isn't it?" Zhang suddenly raised her voice, and before Lan Sui could react, she slapped her, fortunately she was sick and soft, and her hand rubbed Lan Sui's cheeks softly, but Lan Sui was suddenly extremely sad, and threw herself on top of the coffin and hugged the cold wooden board and choked and cried.

Miss, Miss, it's good that you're dead, it's a hundred, but do you know that Mrs. Aunt has been hurt by you.

The lid of the coffin was pushed open, and Lan Sui trembled and came over, and the small one-star light stretched all the way to the coffin, illuminating a miserable piece of light.

Zhang looked at his daughter inside with round eyes by the firelight, and his eyes were full of anticipation.

"Lan Sui, take a look, is she awake? Is she going to wake up? Your eyes are better than mine, take a good look-"

Lan Sui really wants to cry and vent well, this aunt is really crazy, she has a good life in the house, but she came here to be cold, and she didn't live in the guest room, but she came here to guard the coffin day and night, and she kept it, and she began to toss so much tonight as soon as the sun set, over and over again, Lan Sui just curled up in a coma and fell asleep, and she woke up, pushed the lid of the coffin, held the lamp, and checked the dead inside.

Did the dead come back to life?

Did the dead come back to life?

If you can come back to life, you can still call a dead man?

Lan Sui couldn't cry or laugh, and she was miserable.

Lan Sui could only climb into the coffin again, palm the lamp with one hand, and touch Liu Yan's face with the other.

The tentacles were cold, and the young lady's skin was cold to the bone.

"Does it feel warm? Is she alive? Touch your nose to see if she is breathing!"

Zhang's lying on the coffin mouth urged, and he couldn't urge Lan Sui to death.

Lan Sui trembled, "Mrs. Auntie, there really hasn't changed anything, Miss is still like that, but the slave maid thinks-"

"What do you think? Has it changed a little bit? Is it a little softer?"

Lan Sui's tears slipped down and flowed into her mouth, she licked her tongue, salty, astringent, she gritted her teeth, and simply said the truth, "Auntie, the slave maid feels that Miss's body is getting harder and colder—"

Zhang stood dumbfounded.

Lan Sui covered the quilt and crawled out, and the master and servant curled up beside the coffin again, waiting for time to flow.

Lan Sui had just taken a nap, and Zhang urged again, so Lan Sui could only get up and climb into the coffin again.

The same dialogue, the same action, repeated again.

Only the night breeze still blows on the window lattice, and only the moonlight quietly rises and sinks low outside the window.

"Lan Sui, Lan Sui, go and see what time it is?"

"Mrs. Auntie, it may be ugly, and the slave maid seems to have a faint rooster crowing in her ears. ”

"What? you are talking nonsense!" Zhang suddenly rolled up, she grabbed Lan Sui's collar with both hands like a madman, Lan Sui was thin, like a thin chicken being held in the hands of a big man.

Lan Sui's teeth stumbled, and she trembled pitifully, "Auntie, did the slave say something wrong?" The slave watched the moon linger on the highest lattice, but now it has fallen, you can see for yourself, it has slid to the fourth lattice, and the rooster crows, the slave and maid do hear it, the slave and maid are not good at anything, but this ear is very awake, you can't listen to it yourself-"

At this moment, the sound of the wind swept by, sending a melodious rooster crow into the ears of the two people.

When Zhang heard this, she was stunned for a while, and suddenly threw her hair loose and rushed over to hold the lamp by herself, and she didn't ask Lan Sui for help, she climbed into the coffin by herself, Lan Sui couldn't believe that the sick aunt and wife suddenly had such a strong strength, and hurriedly stretched out her arms to help.

Zhang knelt in the narrow coffin, and the lamp leaned close to the pillow to check on Liu Yan.

She looked, touched, opened her eyelids to check, opened her mouth again to probe, plucked a hair under her nose to see the movement, Lan Sui's eyes stared at this scene motionlessly, she saw that the young lady was still asleep like that, her face was cold, and her facial features were stiff.

Zhang's hand was finally fixed in his daughter's heart, and he didn't move for a long time.

How can a dead person come back to life? Mrs. Auntie, don't be delusional, let's go back!

Lan Sui cried in her heart.

Suddenly, Lan Sui saw a flower in front of her, and the fire flashed, so frightened that she slipped out and fell to the ground, and a ball of fire jumped and was thrown outside, and fell to the ground and suddenly lit up for a moment, and then extinguished.

It was Zhang who threw the lamp in his hand outside.

Immediately after a runaway voice cried and rushed out of the coffin.

"Liars -- all liars -- that little liar -- little mute, little girl, little child daughter-in-law, little girl from a poor tenant family, why do you lie to me? I obviously said that I would wake up after the middle of the night, but now I have been crowing all over the place, my face is still a dead man, you lied to me, why? Why, why did you lie to me a poor woman? Little mute, why did you treat me like this?"

Lan Sui was so frightened that she got up like a four-legged beast, and threw herself on the side of the coffin, "Auntie, Auntie, don't be sad like this-people can't be resurrected after death-"

"Liar-Yan'er, wake up, wake up, Yan'er, I'm your mother, your mother-"

The night wind seems to have suddenly become stronger, whining and slapping on the low ancestral hall, the withered grass in the corner of the house is shaking, the wind through the hall blows and blows in the empty ancestral hall, Lan Sui touched the lamp that Zhang threw away on the ground, and re-lit it, but the oil lamp has been poured out, she didn't dare to go to the tablet to get a new one, so she could only pull Zhang out of the coffin in the dark, and Zhang climbed out softly and fell headlong, and fainted.

"My Yan'er, you wait for a hard-working mother-"

Lan Sui squeezed out this sentence from her mouth before she heard that her aunt passed out.

"Help—"

The cry of the girl's lost soul echoed in the empty temple.

(The last plot before the end of the Lingzhou story will be better, please like it.) (To be continued.) )