The bitter north wind whistled and howled like a roaring lion. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Fengyu Capital Liu's house is hanging two white and large paper lanterns on the courtyard gate at the moment.

A cold wind blew the white silk cloth on the doorframe, revealing an indescribable sadness.

When the people passing by heard the cries coming from the house, they all shook their heads helplessly and sighed: someone is not there again......

The miserable wail in the courtyard, through the autumn wind through the white silk into the ears of passers-by, everyone just stopped a little, sighed, and continued their pace, and there were also numb passers-by who did not look at the Liu family from beginning to end.

"Brother-brother-brother--" Dressed in plain clothes, he knelt in front of the quiet mourning hall and cried loudly, crying and shouting vigorously, eager to kill himself.

Liu Lenghan couldn't bear to cry in Hanyi, and kept comforting her on the side, "Xiaoyi-you still have me-you still have me-"

"No—"

"No-it's me-it's me-it's me who indirectly hurt -brother-it's me-"

Hanyi's eyes were red, and he looked like crazy, and he hugged Liu Lenghan's two arms and began to cry, crying as he spoke, "Cold, there is a ghost-there is a female ghost in white-she got on me--killed early spring--sister--cold-there is a ghost-"

Liu Lenghan looked at Hanyi kneeling in front of him, his spirit was fragile, and he was even in the stage of collapse, he couldn't stand the stimulation anymore, he wanted to help her, he wanted to persuade her to calm down, and he wanted to shake her shoulders vigorously and tell her loudly: Are you sober and sober! I told you and me!

But he couldn't.

Now the winter clothes are starting to talk nonsense, ghost? It's the jealous ghost in you, right?

There were many doubts about the night of the accident in early spring, but neither he nor Han Sheng wanted to delve into them, because they were afraid that the truth would be something they could not bear.

He always wanted to ask her, what are you doing in Songfeng Pavilion so late?

Maybe your brother already knew, that's why he chose not to track down who the murderer was......

"Why-don't you believe me-haha-don't you believe what I say-hahaha-" Liu's hesitant expression made Hanyi's heart shatter into pieces in an instant, and his faint expression of doubt and questioning, although it was deliberately hidden, Hanyi, who had always been sensitive, felt it.

This man who has always said that he loves himself, and he is going to carry a sedan chair to marry his man, but he is also the same as those lucky people in the world, what kind of person is she, what kind of person is Hanyi, if she kills the early spring, how can she not admit it?

"Xiaoyi - it's not - it's that you're overly sad right now - emotionally unstable - I don't don't believe you - I believe in you! I believe! ”

Seeing Hanyi stand up and retreat step by step, getting farther and farther away from herself, Liu Lenghan felt flustered inexplicably, hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed her hand, and swore over and over again I believe you.

"Haha!"

"Haha!"

Han Yi turned around and threw himself on Han Sheng's coffin, tears streaming down, "Brother-brother-don't leave Xiaoyi--Xiaoyi is afraid--brother-brother-woo-"

Looking at the thin back of the coffin crying, Liu's cold heart seemed to be sliced by someone with a knife, obviously in the house, but he felt a gust of cold wind blowing on his heart, cold and painful.

Gently walked behind Hanyi, slowly helped her up, and said in a dumb voice: "Xiaoyi-Xiaoyi-"

"Don't touch me!"

Liu Lenghan suddenly let go of the cold clothes, the frightened hand was still trembling slightly, and the moment the cold clothes turned around, her eyes were blood-red, "Xiao Yi - you calm down - Xiao Yi - " reacted, and suddenly rushed forward and hugged the weak waist of the cold clothes tightly, "Good - good - you are very abnormal now - Xiao Yi - "

"Let go of me! Otherwise-" Hanyi struggled frantically, trying to push away Liu Lenghan, who was hugging his waist tightly behind him, and a burst of killing intent surged in his heart, "Kill you!" ”

"Xiaoyi-Xiaoyi-you still have me-you still have me-" Liu Lenghan never thought that Hanyi would really hurt himself, especially after he was determined to stay with him for the rest of his life.

When the candlestick smashed against his forehead, the white tears that fell in front of him mixed with blood flowed all over the ground.

"I said - I will not hesitate to kill you - let it go!"

Hanyi's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by something, twitching and twitching, his eyes were astringent, and he couldn't fall from tears, and he couldn't bear to look at the bright red on the candlestick in his hand, and the white candle flame that was still burning weakened little by little.

The hands on the waist gradually softened, as if they were still struggling and didn't want to leave, but the cold clothes gently pushed, bang! The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

I don't know which passing maid stood at the door and shouted: "The adult is injured and fainted!" ”

A bunch of figures began to appear busily around him, and Hanyi held the candlestick in his hand motionless and remained in place. Until the mourning hall returned to its original quiet.

Tears overflowed his eyes, and he took a deep breath and tried to calm his voice to speak coldly to something in the air: "What the hell do you want to do!" ”

"Hehe, don't you want this expression? The more you are like this, the more I want to see that man's sad expression, is it also like your brother, a coward who committed suicide, I thought it would be very exciting? I didn't expect your brother to leave with his lover himself than blame his sister-"

A woman in white gradually floated in the air, with a stunning face, but with a femme fatale's heart, unable to see the love of others, and just wanted to destroy all the people in the world who loved each other.

"Why did you kill my brother?" Hanyi still stood motionless, his face was cold, the white candle on the candlestick had been extinguished, and the blood at the bottom of the platform had also coagulated, and he tightened the candlestick in his hand, trying to restrain something.

"At the beginning, I just made a bet with a person, betting on whether the female killer was qualified, I bet on that she had an important person in her heart, and that person bet that she had no one in her heart, it seemed that I had won, and now, he owes me a string of sugar gourds again! Hehe. ”

As if she thought of something happy, the woman in white waved her sleeves slightly, and there was an extra string of sugar gourds in her hand.

"Just because of a string of sugar gourds—just—took the lives of my sister and brother in early spring?"

Hanyi looked up fiercely at the smiling woman in white in front of her, and her right hand holding the candlestick was trembling because of the exertion.

"No, I'm just more likely to see people I don't love - it's better for them to go to the underworld—" The woman in white licked the sugar gourd, with a satisfied smile on her face, but her words were tinged with a hint of gloom.

"Then you want me to go to the underworld now?"

Hanyi approached his brother's coffin step by step, using internal force to force open the upper lid, revealing the pale and colorless faces of his brother and sister Zaochun, and slowly pasted his left hand to his brother's cold face, "Brother-don't you want a small coat-"

"That's only half right, and your sweetheart!"

The woman in white flew on the roof, sitting high on the beams of the house, looking down at the two people in the cold clothes and the coffin.

"I won't let you go!" Hanyi pulled down the white candle and thrust the thin upper end of the candlestick into his chest, while his eyes were staring at the woman in white on the beam.

"Hehe, why bother?"

Xiyan glanced down lightly, and the figure gradually disappeared, and finally left a sentence in the air: "I'll go and ask the man for the string of sugar gourds he owes me first, you still cherish this last good time!" ”

The hand holding the candlestick trembled violently, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and tears rained down in his winter clothes for a moment, looking at the upper end of the bent candlestick, can't he even be a ghost now?

"Who the hell are you! Don't go! Come back! ”