The hazy sky and dark clouds pressed on the roof of the temple in layers, threatening to swallow the temple at any time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Ye Zhenzhen wrapped the damp and cool quilt on her body, tried to ignore the discomfort around her, forced herself to close her eyes, maybe wake up again and go home.

The eyes are closed, and the brain is still running uncontrollably, how can it be crossed? Could it be that he is walking in the wrong way and annoying a certain god? Or did you accidentally talk in your sleep and curse the great god by mistake?

Ye Zhenzhen didn't dare to curse the careless immortal who made a mistake casually, and only hoped that when she woke up, she had returned to her warm nest.

In a drowsy state, his body was as hot as being burned by fire, and he felt like he had been thrown into the wilderness in the icy and snowy wilderness. The headache is cracking, and the vague images of people and ghosts flash in my mind from time to time.

"Oh no, Miss has a high fever." A childish and trembling voice came.

"Qiu Yan, go and bring all our quilts over." Another calm girl's voice commanded another.

Zhen Zhen felt a cold little hand on her forehead, and after a while, the little hand left, and heard the sound of Suo Suo undressing.

Then the little hand lifted the quilt, tried to pick up his upper body, took off his shirt, and put on a warm dress.

"Sister Qiu Jin, why are you ......?" A stunned voice came, it was the immature voice just now.

"I can't care so much, so I quickly brought the quilt over and covered it for the young lady."

The owner of the little hands took away the quilt from his body and put on two new quilts.

"You look at Miss, don't let Miss kick the quilt away." The owner of the little hand helped himself to cover it, and after the fence was tight, he left the bed.

"Sister Qiu Jin, if you go out like this, you will suffer from the cold." The immature voice has already brought a crying tone.

There was another sound in my ears, and then someone went out.

The room was finally quiet, and Vera felt more comfortable, but all kinds of hideous faces still flashed through her mind.

In a drowsy state, I felt as if my body had been tossed and tossed, but I didn't have the strength to resist.

I don't know how long I was unconscious, but I was woken up by a noisy voice, "You two cheap hooves, you dare to split the desk where you copied scriptures as firewood." Amitabha Buddha sins and sins. ”

When Zhen Zhen heard this, she suddenly felt a little happy, and the voice was that of a young nun, scolding and spitting out unbearable words while chanting the Buddha's name and shouting about sin.

"You boast of being a bodhisattva all day long, isn't a desk worth a human life?

Tell you, Miss is okay, forget it, in case Miss has a bad day, Qiu Jin just fights for this life, and she also wants to tell the world how you Cining'an maliciously bullied weak girls. A cold and angry voice rang out.

"Amitabha Buddha has sinned and sinned, wait for the little nun to report to the master, and see how to punish you." The little nun left the house.

Zhen Zhen's brain was so noisy that some memories that didn't belong to her suddenly poured into her brain, and Zhen Zhen suddenly felt that her avatar was being torn by something. Vera wanted to scream, but before she could make a sound, she fell into a coma again.

Vera felt like she had walked into an antique room, with a very large carved step bed in the center of the room, with a roll roof and a step below. It is composed of carved columns, hanging, and leaning on the eaves flower cover.

On the left side of the bed against the wall is a mahogany carved dresser, a bronze mirror surrounded by carved ovals, on which are placed boxes of rouge gouache, and several jewelry boxes of different sizes of carved nanmu. A few fine rosewood combs are placed under the bronze mirror.

Under the dresser is a delicate pestle covered with thick cushions of fine embroidery.

Behind the stepping bed is a large vertical cabinet carved in mahogany, which is embossed with carved flowers, which is exquisite and elegant, revealing luxury.

On the right side of the bed is a round table against the wall, and next to the round table are two chairs.

On the table are plates of delicate pastries, as well as a pot of steaming tea.

In several corners of the room, there are flower tables, on which are some flowers and plants.

There was a beautiful young woman in her twenties sitting on the bed, and a beautiful little girl about five or six years old was sitting on the step, with her hands on the bed, supporting her small chin, wearing a small pink dress, muttering something with a red and glamorous little mouth, twisting her little body from time to time, and giggling.

Then a girl of about eleven or twelve years old and a boy of eight or nine years old came into the house, and the older girl came to the bed, and said something with concern, and the boy went up to the little girl, and stretched out his hand to caress the little girl's little head, and the little girl turned her head and smiled at the boy.

Then the picture suddenly turned, the eyes were white, surrounded by people, the little girl was wearing a filial piety dress, looking at everything in front of her blankly, and finally saw the big girl wearing a filial piety dress, the little girl cried out and pounced on the big girl, and the two girls hugged each other and cried.

A man who couldn't see clearly walked up to the two girls, bent down and took the two children into his arms, his body trembling slightly, and tears falling down his eyes.

Although she couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, she seemed to be able to feel the heavy sadness and heart-rending pain emanating from the man's body.

The little girl beat the man as if she was crazy, screaming something, and the man squatted down a little unbearably, hugging the little girl tightly, and his body trembled violently and sobbed.

The eldest girl also squatted down and hugged the little girl and cried, and Zhenzhen's heart felt as if it had been plucked.

The picture changed again, the little girl appeared in the antique room, tiptoed quietly into the stepping bed, looked around, and then came out of it in a little panic, circled around the room, and then ran to the back of the big cabinet, one cabinet door after another cabinet door opened, there was nothing else in it except clothes and folded bedding, the little girl was a little stunned, and then began to cry, rummaging in the clothes and bedding.

The older girl and a mother in her thirties trotted in, and tears crackled down her cheeks as she said something.

The big girl ran to the little girl, bent down to pick the little girl up, the little girl waved a pair of little arms and struggled desperately, crying and shouting, and looked around with a pair of big eyes blankly.

The mother pulled up her sleeve and wiped her tears, muttering something in her mouth.

The big girl really had no choice, so she sat on the ground and hugged the little girl fiercely and began to cry.

Suddenly, a fierce old woman came into the room, staring at the two girls with a pair of triangular eyes, looking at the two girls fiercely, and she didn't know what to say, and a young woman in her twenties and a slender figure came out from behind, and the young woman's eyes were big on a thin and somewhat mean face, with a hint of gloating sneer on her face, and she was babbling something.

Zhen Zhen's heart aches for a while, what is the condition? Are you watching a costume drama yourself?

Several mothers-in-law stepped forward and pulled the two girls out, and then locked the door.

The little girl seemed to have grown up, standing in front of the locked door, silently shedding tears, and bursts of firecrackers and joyful suona horns came from her ears.

The eldest girl also seemed to have grown up, and walked behind the little girl with red eyes, and quietly looked at the locked door. The little girl turned to look up at the big girl, and she didn't know what to say, and threw herself into the big girl's arms and wept bitterly.

While she was crying, a pair of big hands were caressing her head, and the little girl looked up and twisted her neck to see that it was the older boy, who was already a teenager.

The three of them stood in front of the door, their expressions all painful and nostalgic.

The picture behind began to be messy, the big girl was wearing a big red bridal wedding dress, crying with a pair of eyes, hugging the little girl tightly, and then was pulled away by a pair of hands, covered with a red hijab and carried away, the little girl chased after her, fell and got up, and then was hugged by a warm embrace.

The little girl seems to have grown up, and her face is beautiful and cute. Walking in the garden full of flowers, a girl of the same age came angrily, shouted hysterically at the little girl, and walked away.

Then the big-eyed young woman looked at the little girl with vicious eyes,

Another girl was a little older with a handkerchief and a smile that covered her mouth and smiled maliciously.

A little boy of a few years old secretly appeared behind the little girl, and then suddenly ran away, and messy pictures followed, which made Zhen Zhen a little upset, what kind of TV is this, and there is no specific plot?

Just when Zhen Zhen was thinking about how to turn off the TV or change to another TV, she saw a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl running to the little girl panting, and she didn't know what to say, and then the little girl's eyes widened in horror, shouted something, and turned around and ran away.

In the blink of an eye, it was the locked door again, and the little girl threw herself on the door, flapping and crying, dazed and at a loss. The thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl followed closely, holding the little girl and shouting something, the two girls tossed for a long time, and finally had no strength, and sat in front of the door, I don't know how long it was, the little girl finally fell to the ground due to physical exhaustion.

The final scene shows the little girl and two other little girls being pulled by a carriage to a nunnery where nuns live.

Zhen Zhen is furious, what the hell are these? Why can't these images be swept away? Vera waved her hands and shouted desperately.

A pair of cold little hands gently grabbed Zhen Zhen's hand, patted Zhen Zhen's arm caressingly, and put it into the quilt. Without those images, Zhen Zhen fell silent.