"I was very depressed at the time, I heard that this master asked for a new woman, and he was the daughter of the prefect of Hangzhou, beautiful and sensible, and the men of the whole Hangzhou city were envious. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But this master is not biased, as if he has been wronged. ”

"He was not much older than my son, and I watched him spend all day in the flower field without saying a word, and I asked him what was going on for fear that he would be sick. He didn't want to say it at first, but then he probably couldn't stand it anymore, so he told me that he had planted this flower for a girl. ”

The old man was from the past, and immediately guessed that the girl was the person he liked, so he asked him if he was the new wife, and he did not speak, but his expression was very bad. Later, when the new lady became pregnant, Jiang Fu had a treat, and he was so drunk that he suddenly rushed in and fell into the flower field. He didn't seem to like people knowing he was here, so I helped him close the door and pull him up. ”

Then he said to me that he liked the girl, but the girl did not like him, hated him! I was stupid, what kind of girl must this be, even a man like the master did not like it! How could such an unknown woman be worthy of such a good man's attention? I asked him if he could plant this flower, and he told me that he must plant it, and he gave me thirty years' wages, bought me a house nearby, and told me that I must plant it well, and he said that this flower may not wait for the girl, but it must wait until the day it blooms, because he promised her. ”

"Later, this master still came here to plant flowers with me, sometimes to help me water, sometimes to sit in the corner in a daze. "Whoa—" the old man pointed to a slippery stone in the corner, "and that is it." Generally sit there. ”

But he was afraid that others would find out that he was here, and he was careful every time, and no one ever found out. I guess no one in his family knew he liked this girl so much. ”

"Hey......" the old man sighed, "and then this master died somehow, and he died a miserable death, and there were no bones left." I don't know if the woman with no conscience knows that he is dead. ”

He sighed again, "I just want to tell her in person how much this master likes her." Over the years, the flower fertilizer used for these flowers is the best, and the stove is brought in the winter. There is a pergola in the summer, which is really better than that of an old man like me—and these intentions are not all aimed at this girl, but she doesn't know at all, doesn't care at all!"

The old man's tone became angry when he said this. "I'm not just going to tell her. And scold her severely! What a woman without conscience!

The old man looked at her suspiciously, "Why are you crying?" Hey, you see, people with a conscience are different from people without a conscience, people with a conscience will cry when they hear it, and people without a conscience don't know how to cherish it even if they are treated with one heart. Girl, do you recognize the girl I'm talking about?"

Hanyu was already crying breathlessly, and she took off her veil. Kneel down in front of the old man, "Old man." Just scold me, you can scold me!"

"What?" the old man took out the cigarette in his mouth, put it in and smashed it again, and smiled, "Girl, you are beautiful, but it shouldn't be the girl he said? You cry so sadly, you obviously have affection for this master, how can you be the ruthless girl that the master likes? Besides, ......"

The old man smashed the cigarette butt again, "I have seen her photos, the girl is quite small, only seven or eight years old at the time, wearing emerald green clothes, washing clothes by the water, her little face is white and red, and she looks very cute." ”

While reminiscing, the old man compared the person in his memory with the one in front of him, shook his head, and said, "That girl looked seven or eight years old at the time, and now she is thirteen or fourteen years old." Girl, you're eighteen or nineteen years old, aren't you? You're a big girl, you're older. ”

He smashed it, then stopped and thought for a while, "Speaking of which, the age difference is too big, no wonder the other party has not appreciated it? If he likes you, it will be easy to do, the age difference is not big, and you are a girl with a conscience." ”

The old man sighed a few times again and again, "But, girl, it's not the uncle who said you, look at your skin, it's miserable and white! There is no flesh on the whole body, how can a man like this kind of woman?"

The old man stood up and looked around her at this, and then commented: "And, look, the ass is too small." Women's buttocks are too small to give birth, women are used to pass on the lineage, men like bigger butts, my baby has a big butt. ”

The old man smashed it with some pride, and said: "Girl, you are so old, don't dream anymore, everyone is gone." Yes. Listen to the old man's words, eat more food, grow more meat, fatten up your buttocks, and find a good man to marry. ”

Han Yu was originally very sad, and she couldn't cry or laugh when she heard these words.

The old man patted her on the shoulder and said heartily: "The old man is a rough man and can't speak, but his words are not rough, you have to remember, ah." Fatten up a little. ”

Hanyu was still sitting on the ground and wiping away tears.

The old man saw that she was sad, and comforted: "Girl, don't think about it, anyway, you are not the only one who is sad." The master said that he only liked that one girl, so aren't the wives he married all like you? And the daughter of the Hangzhou prefect is even more pitiful, and somehow hanged herself. Hey, poor little master, I don't know what is going on now. ”

The old man smashed it twice, looked at the sun, sighed twice, lifted the barrel and walked towards the depths of the begonia.

"Little girl, don't cry, go back quickly, I have to go home for dinner, uncle." ”

The courtyard was full of begonias and fruit, and she was left alone to be sad, and after a long time, she finally wiped away her tears and approached the stone where he had sit.

The blue stone was polished smooth and felt like a piece of jade.

It's not hard to imagine how many times this stone has been seated.

It is not difficult to imagine what a lonely and lonely expression he will have when he sits in this dim corner when the sun sets.

He is so proud that he is willing to tell the deepest story in his heart to a strange old man who grows flowers...... It must have been held to the extreme.

How did he endure the ordeal of his parents, his subordinates, his wife's jealousy, the conflict between self-esteem and will, and so on?

But she did that to him.

He remembered that he had gently carried her through the snow that winter, and that the pleasure that emanated from the inside out on his face...... He was so sad that he didn't want much, and he would be so happy if she liked him even a little, but it was a pity that her kindness to him was for murder.

……

The autumn wind rose, and there was a rustling sound in the forest, and the autumn colors in the garden were bleak and desolate.

She sat gently on the stone, leaning against the fence behind her, quietly looking at the unappreciated begonia.

The flowers bloomed and fell in front of the court, and the clouds rolled up on the horizon, and she just sat silently, from sunrise to sunset...... It seems that I have sat through the whole youth.

For a long time, night fell.

There are stars in the sky.

She looked up at the twinkling stars in the sky and smiled.

It turns out that you are here, and I finally found you.

sub-hours.

In the quiet night sky, the voice of the husband could be heard in the distance.

Finally this moment has come.

"Happy birthday. She said.

It's a pity that no one will answer her.

Under the night sky, the shadowy begonia branches are bunched one by one, looking hideous and scary.

She suddenly thought of what the coachman said, "The ghost in red clothes and white hair, sometimes flies in and sometimes flies in......"

She got up from the stone on the ground, looked at the sky, and muttered, "Kuo, today is your birthday, and I'm here to celebrate your birthday...... You're back, you're back......"

Her voice suddenly became quieter, gentle and gentle, as if she was afraid of scaring away the souls hiding in the corner, "You're there, aren't you? I know you're there...... I'll paint for you, I'll cook for you, I'll play the flute for you......"

In the quiet night sky, only the rustling wind answered her, and she squatted down sadly and cried lowly, "Don't you want me......"

The sadness was out of control, and the memories in my mind poured out like a tidal wave.

One winter, she walked hard in the ice and snow, and the blood flowed out of her lower body, gurgling and gurgling, reluctantly and unstoppable...... The blood gurgled in the snow, wailed in the air, wailed, and died.

It called out to her mother, and it begged her to save it - but she didn't, because she insisted on taking it out of her life - and it finally died helplessly.

"Mother, you are so ruthless, you are so ruthless!" the young voice screamed at her in the night sky.

yes, how ruthless she is.

How terrible she is as a woman, killing children and killing husbands.

She fell to her knees trembling......

She remembered that there was a woman here who had hanged herself because her family had been ruined, and that there was a man who had been exiled to the frontier because of her.

……

Those deliberately buried memories came alive one by one.

At this moment, in this quiet courtyard, how many souls are eyeing her?

"Kill me!" she cried out into the night sky in despair.

A figure suddenly appeared in the small courtyard.

She jerked her head up, looked at the faint figure, and muttered to herself, "...... Is that you? is it you?

The figure walked over without hesitation, pulling her up from the ground without the slightest tenderness.

She was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly struggled.

"You go away!" she pushed the man away, shouting uncontrollably, "It's all because of you, it's all because of you!

She turned her head and whispered comfortingly into the vast night sky, "Don't be afraid, ah, I'll help you drive her away, don't be afraid, there's no one else here, you come out, you come out! Don't be afraid, I will do martial arts, I will protect you, you come out quickly, I will never beat you again, I will never help others hurt you again, you come out......"

Yue'er slapped her with a backhand.

She suddenly woke up, stunned for a moment, and tears rushed out. (To be continued.) )