Shixi County is a small county town north of Xiangzhou.

Approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival, the county market is bustling.

A woman dressed in a dark gray coarse cloth shirt and a black veil and hat on her head hurried forward through the bustling crowd.

Probably because he was in too much of a hurry, he collided with the man in a fancy costume who was walking towards him.

The things in his hand were scattered on the ground, and the fish in his left hand was thrown onto the man's brocade robe, and then fell to the ground.

"Blind your dog's eyes, you rushed home to send your mother's funeral."

"Your grandmother's, you are not in such a hurry to be reincarnated."

Without waiting for the man to speak, several of his attendants rubbed their hands and fists, scolding and preparing to make a move.

The woman wearing the hat was busy apologizing.

Who are you who is the man in the fancy clothes? He is Liu Yiba, the brother-in-law of the county magistrate, and is known as the eighth master.

To put it bluntly, Liuba is actually a ruffian in the county, relying on an official brother-in-law who is rampant. Don't give money to eat in a restaurant, and take things for nothing in a shop, that's a trivial matter. It is also common to injure people at will, or bully widows and rob people's daughters.

That Liuba looked down at the new clothes he had just put on and had a large stain on them, and his triangular eyes showed a fierce light. Raise your leg and kick it with a heartfelt foot. And shouted angrily: "Kill this dog thing with no eyes." ”

The gang got the order, and three or four people rushed up and kicked and beat the woman who had fallen to the ground.

The woman's voice was hoarse, and she shouted for mercy.

There were more and more people watching, but no one dared to speak out.

I don't know which attendant lifted the hat of the masked woman, and everyone was startled.

I saw that the left side of the woman's face was charred as charcoal, and the right side of her face was as white as paper. Coupled with the blood flowing down his head and face, it looked terrifying.

"Isn't that the weird weaver who lives next to the grave at the edge of town?"

There was a lame beggar in the crowd.

"It seems to be the strange weaver girl, no wonder she covers her face on weekdays. However, her weaving skills are really good, the price is cheap, and the patterns are beautiful. ”

The man who said this was a fellow of the cloth village.

"I heard that the stone house next to the grave is for the soul envoy to rest, she is really bold, and she actually lives in it."

An old lady said.

"Who knows if she is a ghost, you look at that black and white yin and yang face, tsk, it's really scary."

"I'm sure she's human, you don't know she's robbed of our jobs before."

The lame beggar said again.

"Little Hanako is really good at talking nonsense, who wants to grab your broken bowl. Used to beat dogs, dogs are not afraid. Go back and bite your other leg again. ”

Everyone gathered around to watch the excitement.

"It's really unlucky, I dare to go out and didn't see the yellow calendar and bumped into a living ghost."

Liuba spit on the strange weaver girl, and was surrounded by three or four followers and left.

And the crowd gradually dispersed.

A sister-in-law who set up a stall selling vegetables on the street took a handkerchief to wipe the blood from her face and wanted to help her up.

She struggled to pick up the fish, a fish that had already mixed with the dirt and was dirty. Those buns and snacks have long been trampled on, and they can't be picked up.

Suddenly she burst into tears.

She didn't cry when she was beaten on the head and bled out, and she didn't cry when people pointed at her like a monster. Now he was crying.

"What to do, what the baby wants to eat, what the baby likes to eat, all gone, all gone."

While crying, he said such a sentence in his mouth.

"Oh, what's the matter with you. Hurry up and ask the doctor to bandage the wound, what are you crying at this time? The gang that bullied you is gone, so you should leave as well. ”

As soon as Sister-in-law Ma finished speaking, she stood up and bowed to Sister-in-law Ma, and said, "Thank you, sister-in-law." ”

Then he picked up the broken hood and put it on, hugged the fish tightly in his arms, and limped away step by step.

The woman's real name is Qian Sicheng, a native of Jiangzhou, and the daughter of a cloth merchant. A few years ago, he eloped with a man here, and after several changes, he became what he is now.

Although Si Yan was injured, she barely ran forward. She has a pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses, and she thinks that after such a long delay, the babies must be hungry.

The more you walk, the more desolate it becomes, and graves can be seen everywhere. The autumn wind is blowing, the leaves are falling, and the sky is already dusk. The cry of a child came from the small stone house overgrown with grass, and Si Cheng endured the pain on her body and ran faster. As soon as he arrived at the front of the house, he shouted loudly:

"Babies, my mother is back."

Si Yan opened her arms, and a pair of pink-carved young children ran towards her and threw themselves into her arms.

The toddler was about three years old, and the two of them were of average size, both of them had clear eyebrows, but they were a little thinner.

"Mother, my sister is hungry and wants to eat." The little boy said in a milky voice.

"Mother, why is your head bleeding, mother, do you hurt?" The little girl intimately touched Si Ming's face with her little hands.

"My mother accidentally fell, it's no big deal, it's a pity that the dim sum bun that my mother bought for you was broken." Si Wei said with guilt on her face.

"But, you see, there are fish." She held up the dirty fish to show the children.

"Mother, your hands are also bleeding, mother, we are no longer greedy. We don't eat fish anymore, we don't eat snacks, you better cook some porridge for us to eat. They all began to cry, perhaps ignorant of the fact that their mother had come back late to buy them something to eat, and that she was injured again.

"Well, my mother will cook fish soup for you to drink." She picked up the two children on her left and right, as if she were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

"We're going to help too."

The two little ones went to collect firewood and scoop water.

Si Yan bandaged the wound on her head slightly, and looked at her child's heart.

"Mother, when will Daddy come to pick us up?" The little boy asked.

"Yes, mother, why doesn't Daddy stay with us. Mother, will you be with us forever? The little girl had big watery eyes, like the old lady.

"Of course, my mother will always be with you, and my father will come to pick us up immediately, maybe we are on the way. Daddy's place is far away from us, so it's going to take many days. Her heart was sour, and tears rolled in her eyes.

Wang Huan, Wang Huan, my husband, have you forgotten me? You made it so hard for our mother and son to wait.

Over the years, she has lived an extremely difficult life, and has escaped death several times. There was always hope in his heart, even if he came back and saw that she was no longer the same she used to be, at least he would take the child away. She can endure all the hardships of the world, but she is reluctant to let her children follow her to live such a life.

Just as the mother and son were hugging and crying, they suddenly heard footsteps outside.

Then a woman dressed as a man walked in and asked:

"Jiangzhou people's Qian Si Ming?"

Si Cheng was surprised, the person who could ask this sentence must be an insider. I wondered if the Qian family came to look for it or the husband's family sent someone to find it.

If the Qian family must have no good intentions, anyway, the current self is of little value to them. Besides, unless the mountains and seas change, her mercenary father will find out about humanity and spend his time looking for her.

Then it may be her husband who has come to them without saying goodbye.

Her eyes lit up, and she asked eagerly:

"Dare to ask if this sister is ......"