When I woke up again, Jiang Fu was doing a funeral. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At first, the light in the room was not strong, and when she opened her eyes, she could only hear Guan Xuan whimpering, as if she was sobbing.

She didn't understand, but listened intently for a while, and faintly heard the sound of banging and beating, accompanied by the crying of a group of men and women.

The sound of the ensemble of instruments whimpered and became coherent in a familiar tune.

The deepest impression in my childhood is the sound of people invited to beat gongs and drums for red and white ceremonies around me.

The sound couldn't be more familiar.

There are familiar roofs and familiar home, but there is no familiar face.

This is Jiangfu.

They're doing a funeral.

They're giving him a funeral.

This realization made her suddenly frightened.

Even the moment when I beat him to death with my own hands, even the moment when I watched him gurgling and rolling down the cliff, even the moment when I saw him lying in my sister's arms without a human face, I never felt afraid.

She wrapped herself in a ball and curled it tightly.

There was a movement outside the door, and a familiar figure in the blurred vision shook for a moment, and suddenly disappeared.

It's Yue'er, she knows she's awake, but she doesn't care about her.

She tightened the quilt on her body again, curled into a ball, and bit her lip tightly, tears flowing down her cheeks and into her mouth.

It was louder, pounding, whining, intermittent, so miserable that it seemed to knock his heart a little bit.

She covered her ears, but the sound was still pervasive.

After waiting for a long time, and still no one came in the house, she finally lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and walked out barefoot.

In the cold winter, the north wind is howling, although there is no snow at this time, but the snow on the ground has not melted.

She walked barefoot in the snow. Step by step, follow where the sound is.

It's nice, and the snow, she promised to let him sleep in the snow.

When a person dies, there is a ritual, and there should be a ritual.

She suddenly said this to herself.

As always. The major events of Jiangfu are all held in Jiangxinju, the difference is that this time it is not a happy event, it is a white event.

I don't know if it's too late, or if the guests have left, the mourning hall looks very deserted, and under the fluttering white sails, only the maids at home and Jiang Fu and his wife, who have not seen each other for many years, kneel in the mourning hall.

Old Madam Jiang had passed out several times with a whimper, and dozens of little maids knelt on the ground, sobbing and crying. Master Jiang persuaded the old lady on the side, and he was also in tears.

"Child, why are you so ruthless, how can you leave your mother and leave!"

"You haven't lived a few good days, son. Why are you so dead-eyed......"

"I didn't expect this result, I didn't expect it......"

"Son, don't be so desperate in the next life, it's not worth it, son!"

The backs of the two old men looked very old and helpless, and their every cry hit everyone's heart. Everyone who hears it is sad.

The saddest thing in life is that a white-haired person sends a black-haired person.

She walked in through the doorway, barefoot, with a disheveled head, blood oozing from the wound on her neck.

The crowd looked at her for a moment, and then they saw her suddenly run to the front of the mourning hall, where the coffin was placed.

The old lady was the first to react. Stood up, grabbed her hair, and cried, "You......!

She hated so much that she didn't know what to scold. took a breath, and then said, "You cheap woman, you return my son, you return my son!"

Hanyu didn't look at her, her eyes were fixed, almost greedy, looking at the coffin.

"Get out! What do you see! My son won't show you! I won't show it to anyone!"

The old lady whimpered as she spoke, "My son is so good to you, how cruel you are, how ruthless are you......"

Han Yu still didn't speak, pulled away the old lady's hand, and suddenly threw herself towards the coffin.

The coffin was open, and there was no him in it, only some of the clothes he had used before his death, all of which were red, which was especially shocking on this white day.

Her eyes widened, and she reached out to pull the garment out of the coffin.

"Ah, what are you doing?"

The old lady reached out and grabbed it, but she dodged it, took the garment into her arms like a treasure, and then ran to the door before the others could react.

"Ah, she snatched the young master's clothes!"

"Unlucky!"

The little maid screamed again and again.

"Catch her! Catch her!"

Jiang Xinju was in a commotion for a moment, and a few little maids chased after her, followed by a group of maids, and then followed by Master Jiang holding his wife out of breath.

She hugged his clothes, ran barefoot and ran quickly, ran out of the mourning hall, ran out of Jiang Xinju, and then kept running forward.

She ran surprisingly fast, and the people behind her were always a cut away from her.

"It's coming, it's coming. She suddenly said affectionately to the clothes in her arms.

"Don't be afraid, it's coming, it's coming. I'm not going to let them find you!"

Her voice was gentle, with a hint of a smile, as if comforting an infant child, without a hint of sadness, pure and almost eerie.

Someone behind him heard the voice and was stunned for a moment.

"She seems to be crazy!"

She ran to Jiang Yanxuan's yard, stood in the thick snow, looked at her feet, and stopped running.

This scene was very strange, and everyone chased after the door and stopped coming forward, standing around and looking at her.

She turned her back to the crowd, oblivious to the people around her.

"This is it. She said.

The voice was mixed with the joy of a child finding a toy, and the atmosphere seemed more and more eerie on such a bleak day.

She knelt down in the snow, carefully held the clothes in her arms, kissed them, and comforted: "Don't be afraid, I will hold you." ”

Then she began to reach for the snow and slash it fast, faster and faster.

The snow on the ground had only fallen a long time ago, and it was loose and easy to plan, and she quickly dug a hole.

Reluctantly, she took the dress out of her arms, looked at it affectionately for a long time, and put it little by little into the snow pit.

"I promised to let you sleep in the snow. She muttered.

The garment was snatched away before it touched the ground, and she tugged at the corner of the garment, looking at the man who had snatched it in horror. Crazy to grab that dress.

The clothes were dragged and wrinkled, and Mrs. Jiang was so distressed that she tore her hand away.

"You go away, don't touch my son's things!"

She turned a deaf ear. Kneeling on the ground and begging for the man who took his clothes.

"Master Jiang, please, please, let him sleep in the snow, okay? He likes to sleep in the snow, I promised him! Don't put him in the coffin, okay? It's dark there, he doesn't like it!"

Master Jiang didn't speak, and a slap mixed with internal force slapped her fiercely, and she was caught off guard and was fanned like this. Immediately fell into the snow.

Blood poured from the corners of her mouth and dripped, shocking on the snow-white ground. Suddenly, she noticed something amazing.

She wasn't afraid of blood.

From the moment he was beaten to death by everyone, she was not afraid of blood, because she watched him covered in blood and never fainted.

She reached out and got a little blood from the ground. Put it on the tip of your tongue and lick it.

It turned out to be this feeling.

The moment he died, it turned out to be a salty feeling.

It turned out to be this feeling.

There are some things that you don't have time to feel when you go through them, but when they pass, they will make you remember them for the rest of your life and suffer for a lifetime.

At this time, you will find that it is not that second that hurts. It hurts for a lifetime.

She had planned the killing for four years, carried it out in a matter of moments, but she was destined to pay for it for the rest of her life.

Jiang Kuo.

He was destined to be a nightmare that she would never get rid of for the rest of her life.

Master Jiang scolded her in front of his subordinates, and finally said something fiercely, took the clothes and left.

She didn't know what Master Jiang said, waiting for her to raise her head. There was no one left, only the two little guys behind her who looked at her viciously.

"What are you doing?" she asked stupidly.

The two little servants said in a bad way: "Didn't you hear?

"Get out?"

"Where are you coming from, where are you going, how can Jiang Mansion still tolerate you?"

Yes, how can Jiang Fu still tolerate her.

There was only one person in the Jiang Mansion who could tolerate her, but that person was killed by her.

She got up from the ground stupidly, and forgot to put her shoes back on. Just barefoot, he staggered to the door of Jiangfu step by step.

As soon as she went out, the two little guys immediately closed the door.

She looked back at the place where she had lived for more than four years, listened to the miserable music floating out, and looked at the white couplets pasted on the high gate...... She knelt down slowly, kneeling in the direction of Jiang Xinju, and couldn't bow down for a long time.

"Little Jade ......"

It was the same voice again, calling out to her from behind her.

She looked up and saw Xiaohu standing behind her, holding the clothes she had taken off, trying to put them on her.

She dodged away, because she suddenly remembered that the morning Shen Rui left, she gave her fur to Shen Rui, and Jiang Kuo angrily wrapped her red fox fur around her.

She remembered that when he was there, she never had to walk in the snow, and she never had to worry about the cold in the snow.

She turned around and stepped into the snow, telling herself over and over again, Hanyu, the road ahead, you have to go alone, without him, there will be no more.

No one will carry you through the snow, you have to walk alone.

"Wait. ”

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

She turned around and saw Yue'er leaning out of the gate to call her.

"What?" she asked.

"Come in first, I've got something to show you. ”

She hesitated for a long time, followed her back, and returned to Jiang Yanxuan.

"Let's go in. ”

Yue'er said to her.

She looked at the place where there was originally a screen, but at this time there was no longer a screen, and a door appeared.

This door frightened her, and it seemed as if a poisonous snake and beast were waiting for her.

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This chapter writes itself to tears... Even a soft-hearted child...