At night, the Chu family, which had been lively for a day, is now much quieter, and in the Tinglan Courtyard, Qiao Cong'an coaxed his son to sleep, looking at him holding the things sent by Huaishan in his arms, a little helpless.

Pulling down the curtain, Qiao Cong'an returned to his room, Qing'er brought her washing water in, Qiao Cong'an looked at the nearby shelf and said slowly, "Bring the box for me." ”

Qing'er quickly brought the big box over, Qiao rinsed his mouth from An Jing's face and sat down on the couch, this huge box looked a little old, the lock plates on it were mottled marks, and when it was opened, there was a box full of bits and pieces.

Joe Cong'an reached out and took one out, it was a small booklet, tied up with thread perforations, the paper was a little yellowed, and when I opened it, it was a picture that had faded one by one, like a booklet that a child of a few years old had drawn and pretended, flowers, kittens, there were a few pages with only a few words written, and the strokes were twisted and twisted.

Qiao Cong'an put the booklet aside, looked at the box, reached out and took out a small box in the corner, it was not wooden or brocade, it was a box made of sterling silver, it was very heavy.

There was a strange pattern on it, Qiao Cong'an seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he didn't have any impression, and when he opened it, there was a silver bracelet lying quietly inside.

The size of the bracelet is not small, it is also inlaid with red, red, green and green gemstones, which looks very valuable, and there is a letter in the silver box, the letter has few words, a gift for the fifteenth birthday, Oman.

There seemed to be something rushing in his mind, Qiao Cong'an heard a childish voice coquettishly there, and then a gentle voice sounded: Ah Ling, when Ah Ling is fifteen years old, Ah Man will prepare a beautiful bracelet for you as Ah Ling's coming-of-age ceremony, okay.

But such a fragment disappeared in a flash, and Jo began to look at the other things in the big box from the moment she put down the bracelet, and took them out one by one, if she didn't remember anything, it would be fine, but if she remembered a little, she would want to know more and want to know more about what had happened in her blank years.

Eventually, a small piece of paper appeared from Ann's hand, on which was drawn a ring made of dog's tail grass, the hairy end of the grass was still there, and a pair of names were written in the lower right corner of the paper, Huai Shan, Huai Ling.

"Brother Huaishan, the sister of the big Archie family next door wears such a beautiful ring on her hand."

"That's because Sister Archie is married, which was given to him by her husband's family, and Ah Ling will marry in the future."

"But Ah Ling also wants one now, Brother Huaishan, can't Ah Ling wear it now?"

"I'll make one for Ah Ling, you wait...... Do you like it? ”

"I like it, if Ah Ling wears it, will he marry Brother Huaishan in the future?"

"Ah Ling will marry you if he wants to, if Ah Ling grows up one day and is unwilling, Huai Shan will guard Ah Ling from afar." …

The memories that suddenly popped up made Qiao Cong'an stunned, the paper in his hand fell on the table, Qiao Cong'an looked down at the ring, didn't he say it was her brother, didn't he say it was his own brother?

Qing'er watched her young lady keep taking out the things in the box to look at them, until the last thing was taken out, and she stared blankly at the things on the table.

"Young grandma?" Qing'er screamed tentatively, Qiao Cong'an didn't react, just picked up the leather rope sleeve, and the corners of her mouth trembled slightly.

Looking at these things, all she could think of were fragmentary things, a flute made of paper bracelets and gourds, the more so, the stronger the sense of despair that Qiao felt from the bottom of his heart, it was the last thing he wanted to be remembered from the depths of his memory, but at this moment he was constantly agitating, as if he was about to break the shackles of many years at any time.

Qiao Cong'an pushed the things on the table hard, tears came out of her eyes, she couldn't restrain the tears from falling, she always felt very sad, there were countless grievances in her heart that needed to be vented, the more fragments of those fragments, the more sad Qiao Cong'an became.

"Young Grandma!" Qing'er hurriedly helped her, the things on the table fell to the ground, Qing'er looked at her out of control, and hurriedly shouted to the maid guarding outside, "Baixiang, go and invite the eldest lady to come over." ”

"Young grandma, don't scare me." Qiao Cong'an was completely holding back his voice and crying, covering his chest with one hand, holding his face red and panting, tears kept falling.

"Young grandma, don't scare Qing'er, you cry, don't scare me." Qing'er has never seen a young grandmother like this, even when the eldest young master died, she was never so out of control.

"Sister-in-law!" Chu Yiyao ran in and saw a mess, Qiao Cong'an glanced up at her, her mouth opened slightly but she didn't say anything, just tears.

"Go pour some hot water." Chu Yiyao told Qing'er to go out and look at the big box that was still on the table, it seemed that she remembered something after reading the things here.

"Sister-in-law, you cry, don't hold back." Chu Yiyao forced her hand to break her chest, Qiao Cong'an raised his eyes and looked at her, wanting to reach out to grab it again, but Chu Yiyao clenched it and didn't let go.

"Qiao Cong'an, are you going to suffocate yourself!" Chu Yiyao suddenly shouted, the hand she was holding couldn't stop trembling, Chu Yiyao looked at her and shook her head violently and pressed her on the cushion, looking at her condescendingly, "The past has passed, do you plan not to think about it for the rest of your life!" ”

The sweep of memories is uncontrollable, but the tide of depression and sadness before the memory comes makes Qiao Cong'an a little breathless, that is the most helpless feeling, the feeling of being abandoned when she needs people the most, it is precisely because it is too painful, so she chooses to forget.

Chu Yiyao looked at her deadly, Qiao Cong'an's clenched teeth finally loosened a little, and there was a touch of sadness in her red and swollen eyes, and then a whimper sounded, and the long-standing insistence could no longer be resisted, Qiao Cong'an hugged Chu Yiyao and cried

She was lost in that crowded place, she shouted that her brother didn't pay attention to her, the tall sugar gourd string was getting farther and farther away, she was squeezed away by the crowd, suddenly a pair of hands hugged her, and soon blindfolded her, she didn't have time to make a sound, and was stuffed into a large wooden barrel without a few struggles, the lid was closed, and it was pitch black inside.

No matter how much she screamed, it was useless, the lid was very heavy, so heavy that she couldn't push it at all, she began to cry, crying loudly, but all the voices in her ears were noisy, and her voice couldn't get out.

She was tired from crying, her eyes hurt and her throat was dry, she felt the sound of getting out of the car and she fell asleep groggily.

During this period, someone threw two steamed buns into the wooden bucket, she was hungry, and devoured them in the dark, she still wanted to drink water, and no one paid attention to the wooden bucket. She wanted to be convenient, but she couldn't solve it in the barrel after holding it for too long, but the barrel was too small, her pants were wet, and the smell was very strange, and she almost fainted.

I don't know how long it took, she felt that she was about to die of thirst, her throat burned like a fire, and suddenly the lid opened, and the strong light stimulated her to not get used to it, and the little girl with a ruddy face and a lovely face, now pale and purple lips, leaned against the barrel and died.

She opened her eyes and saw the man's disgusted eyes pinching his nose, and reached out to him to ask him to pull himself out, but the man reached out directly to the silver collar around her neck.

She struggled to scratch his hand and didn't give it, the man took her out of the barrel and threw her on the ground, it hurt, she fell to the ground, her legs that had been curled up in the barrel for a long time were unconscious, she couldn't stand up and lay on the ground directly, her hands were still protecting the silver collar, which was given to her by Aman.

The man was so fierce, he pulled her vigorously, pulled off all the silver ornaments on her head, her hair was torn so painfully, and there were still strands of her hair hanging on the silver ornaments, and the man said something to the people on the side, and the people next to him hurriedly bit the silver ornaments into his mouth, and his face was full of joy.

"Don't take my stuff." She threw herself at the man, who grabbed her, broke her hand, and took off the silver collar, which was so much valuable, from head to toe that she was covered with silver ornaments, bracelets, collars, and necklaces, many of which were inlaid with precious stones.

She finally saw clearly what kind of place this was, the dilapidated yard, the low house, and a few children in the house watching her being beaten by these adults, she stretched out her hand to the children, and slapped her in the air and knocked her unconscious.

When she woke up, she stayed in a dilapidated room, there was only a bowl of water next to her, a rancid steamed bun, everything on her body was robbed, she drank the bowl of water, she didn't care about the strange taste, her mouth hurt so much, her hands couldn't touch it, it was swollen, and as for the other wounds on her body, it hurt too much, and she was numb.

The night soon fell, she curled up and looked up at the crescent moon outside the window, tears flowing, she would never see Aman again, never see her brother again, where was this, she wanted to go home.

For the next few days, she didn't say a word, didn't cry or make a fuss, and the man thought that she wouldn't run away, so he let her out and said a lot to him, and she could only understand a little, watching him slap her and threaten her, she nodded busily.

She was forced to do housework, she had endless things to do every day, and at night she slept in that broken house, eating only one meal a day, they never let her out of the yard, there was always someone watching her.

The wound on her knee began to scab over, and she carved marks into the wall every day.

Until one day, the person who beat her came back, and he quarreled with another person, so the person came to arrest her again, trying to find something out of her, and the man found that she still had something in her ear, and pulled her over and ripped off the pendant that had been on her ear, and was about to pull another one, but she suddenly bit on his arm without struggling, and he let go of his hand in pain, and she hurried towards the door.

Behind is the sound of getting closer and closer, she took off herself and a pendant tightly in her hand, I don't know how long she ran, she couldn't run, she just went around the alley, she forgot what was behind her, she just wanted to go home, suddenly her feet tripped, she fell to the ground, her eyes were dark, and she passed out.

Brother Huaishan, why didn't you come to me......

The author has something to say: If there is a third change, it should be to make up the chapter of that lock, and write about the uncle's childhood

This paragraph in the second half of this chapter is what happened to Qiao Cong'an's abduction, it is because of this despair that she doesn't want to think about it, and now she is so painful when she thinks about it, I think the shadow of childhood is very terrifying, so her reaction should not be an exaggeration