Liu Ya was originally sitting idly on the side and watching the excitement, but now she jumped up in shock like thunder. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Brother Lian, she is indeed your sister, if it weren't for her, that person would never let go of the Hou Mansion, let go of our Zhou family, and there is no Yongding Hou Mansion today." The old lady turned to look at Liu Ya on the bed, and whispered in a low voice.

"Don't blame him, it's all my fault, it's my ghost that I have today. Even if I eat fasting for a lifetime and recite Buddha for a lifetime, I can't get my clouds back, my clouds. ”

The old lady suppressed her cry and fell on Liu Ya.

Yongdinghou walked a few steps on his knees, stretched out his hand to hold the old lady's arm, and asked with a trembling voice, "Mother, are you mistaken, how is this possible?" How can it be? ”

Liu Ya, who was standing on the side, was in a mess, looking at the mother and son who hugged each other and lowered their voices and cried bitterly.

At the age of sixteen, she was quietly sent into the capital by her uncle and given to that person as an outer room, and five years later she was quietly sent to the Hou Mansion as a concubine, and she should have died quietly today.

This is her life, and Liu Ya has already recognized this life in her heart.

The old lady's words forcibly overturned the life she had recognized, and it turned out that the life of the whole thirty-eight years was a joke, a big joke.

The candlelight in front of Liu Ya's eyes flickered dimly, and a heavy dizziness swept in.

Suddenly it went dark in front of her eyes, and she fainted deeply.

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In the westernmost side room of the Red Leaf Temple, Mother Song held a little girl crying in her arms, and kept whispering, "Sister, wake up, don't cry, be good." ”

In the half-lit and half-dark room, the candles were almost burned out.

A little girl waiting next to her neatly cut the candles, pulled off the slightly blackened silver hairpin on her head, and gently picked the crooked wick.

"Miss cried all night, why is she still crying?"

The ignorant girl, with red eyes and an inexplicable look, asked justifiably.

This young lady is really squeamish, obviously about the same age as her, but it's really troublesome, no, I've been crying all night, why can't I take a break and sleep well at night.

Mother Song didn't know about this unruly girl, looked at the somewhat pale sky outside the window, and ordered, "You talk less, do more, go to the kettle of hot water, and make some porridge for Miss." ”

The little girl answered the hello and ran out neatly.

The crying girl slowly fell silent.

Mother Song's heart slowly bottomed out, and she hugged the girl more and more gently.

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Liu Ya was a little dizzy, and her hands and feet were slightly sore.

She raised her hand uncomfortably, blocking out the somewhat white light in front of her.

She slowly opened her eyelids and squinted through her fingers.

A few pieces of window paper hung scattered from the ruined gray windows, and the white sunlight poured in from the broken window paper, striking pillars of light one after another.

Liu Ya looked at the dust floating in the pillar of light with some stunnedness.

Where is this? She hasn't crossed the Nai He Bridge yet, she hasn't drunk Meng Po soup, so she can't be reincarnated.

But it can't be the Yongding Hou Mansion here, and the most dilapidated firewood house in the Hou Mansion will not be so gray and dilapidated, and even the windows will not be painted.

"Miss is awake." The little girl who came in with the water screamed happily, retracted the foot that had just entered the door, and ran out again.

Liu Ya was startled, came back to her senses, and slowly sat up from the bed.

There was a rush of footsteps.

The mottled straw curtain on the door was hastily opened and lowered again.

Mother Song took a few steps to the bed, and looked at the little girl who was leaning on the bed rail, and couldn't help crying.

"Sister, you're finally awake, thank God, Bodhisattva bless."

With her hands folded on her chest and worshipping reverently, Mother Song hugged the little girl in her arms with great relief.

Liu Ya reached out and hugged Song's mother's neck and gently leaned her head into her neck socket.

When she sat up from the bed just now, she already found that her hands were short and her feet were short like a child.

When she saw the frightened girl, she was already familiar, and she always felt that the girl was like someone she knew, but she couldn't remember who it was.

Now that she saw Mother Song, she was held in her arms again, smelling the familiar smell of wormwood, she couldn't help crying.

Tears like a stream soaked Song's mother's clothes coldly.

This is the nurse, the only nurse in the world who loves herself, the nurse who has been dead for many years to protect Liu Ya. How good, to be able to let the nurse hold herself again, there is nothing better than this.

"Nurse, are you dead too? Are you coming back to see me? Liu Ya choked up and looked up, looked at Song's mother's face, and asked sadly.

The smile on the corner of Song's mother froze on her face, looking at the teary-eyed little girl in her arms.

It's a nightmare yet, right? How can you say such strange words, dead, if she is dead, how can she still look at her sister? Sister means that you can only see it when you die, that means that sister herself is dead?

What a sin, how did a good little girl become like this?

She eased her mind and said slowly, "Sister is talking nonsense again, my sister and I are alive and well, what is not dead, sister, don't think about it." Is my sister hungry? I just boiled red date porridge, is it okay for my sister to eat some porridge? ”

Liu Yaleng was stunned, and looked at Mother Song carefully, this is Mother Song more than thirty years ago, right? It's so beautiful.

If it's a dream, you should make the whole dream longer.

She nodded, looked at Mother Song and smiled.