Mrs. Xiang's room was darkened from the past, and the heavy curtains were still tightly drawn, which was used as a curtain, worrying that the audience would see the stage set. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoBut every light is turned on, and every layer of invisible dust is bound to illuminate, and this room looks very different from the past. When Ai Zhen stepped through the door, she didn't even get used to the intense light. It's always scary to be too clear, and if she has to say it, she prefers ambiguity. Like a rainy night, like a window covered with fog, like a murmur in a dream. Anything like that.

Mrs. Xiang sat on the round table for dinner, with four suitcases in front of her. The room was too bright, and at this time, Ai Zhen was horrified to find that her grandmother's face was so dry and wrinkled, and many horizontal and vertical wrinkles raged on her skin, and her eyelids drooped down to cover the chaotic eyes, not to mention that no one would pay attention to her eyes again. She was old, older than the quartz clock in the corner. She was really pitiful, and even the dead were more alive than her.

Mrs. Xiang's tone was like that of a lost child: "Love is true, Hui is true." ”

The two sat down beside her, and Mrs. Xiang pointed to the two boxes next to her right hand and said, "Open them." ”

Ai Zhen opened the box, reached out and touched it, and found that it contained pieces of jewelry in black velvet bags. She casually let go of a bag, and a heavy gold bracelet slipped out, and she hurriedly grabbed it. It is not the weight of gold that is valuable, but the gemstones set on it.

Aizhen claims to have grown up in a pile of splendid embroidery, and this kind of fine jewelry is not easy to see. She was surprised by Mrs. Xiang's generosity, you know, she also thought that Mrs. Xiang would leave all the good things to her own two daughters, that is, her aunts. Isn't it possible that adults are confused when it comes to her grandmother's job, which is really not a good thing.

Mrs. Xiang said: "These two boxes are for you, and the other two are for your second sister and future sister-in-law-Aizhen, you remember to bring them with you." After saying this, Mrs. Xiang lost all taste in her heart, and she couldn't help but try her best to reach out and press the position of her chest, but she could only touch a few abrupt ribs.

She said lazily, "Go back to your room." ”

After sending away the two granddaughters, Mother Xu pushed open the half-hidden door and walked in, and Mrs. Xiang closed her eyes, "I want to stay by myself for a while." ”

Mother Xu looked at Mrs. Xiang's face and said obediently: "Yes." ”

The door creaked shut, and the air fell silent with the sound. Old Lady Xiang leaned on the edge of the table and the wall, and slowly moved her pair of three-inch golden lotuses to the bedside. She lay down on the bed, and the cotton futon felt so strangely to the touch, cold and damp, to meet her gradually lost body temperature. Her body was almost like a frog at this time, strange, cold, and damp. It can live in the soil and water. Maybe in the future she will be able to live in both heaven and hell. And her husband, who died early, can only become a rotten skeleton, black and white impermanence has already hooked out his soul, and he has been reincarnated early after drinking Meng Po soup. She didn't want to be reincarnated, what if they were destined to meet again? She had never really loved him in her life, and I hope that this man will not bother her in the future, after she is dead.

Mrs. Xiang really wanted to shed a few hot tears to prove that she was still human, but her eyes could no longer cry. She still remembers being wronged when she was a child, and the first time she tasted tears in her mouth, she was curious for a long time. A child will be curious about the taste of honey and will naturally be curious about arsenic. She remembered all the men's ridicule of her, all the women's sarcasm of her, all the absurd voices and the rhetoric in their voices.

and the hibiscus-faced drama she hated, and spit out a joke that was not a proverb with that contrived mouth:

The husband sits in the yellow hall,

Jiaowa stands embroidered windows.

Blame her on the skirt,

Flowers and birds embroidered double.

Like a child,

Work hard to be a mother.

Mrs. Xiang died two days later.

The funeral was not in a hurry, the coffin had already been prepared, and it had been prepared for a long time. Aijin followed her father as the eldest son. When others saw it, they didn't pout, but some people outside the clan deliberately raised their voices to criticize. She knew that she didn't need to worry about these people who were very far away from each other, and she just had to put on a high shelf to treat them, but she still couldn't help but hate them. There was an old man whom she should call Uncle Eleven, and he looked at her with a very contemptuous look, as if he were looking at a mother-in-law who should have taken the soles of her shoes at home but ran out to fornicate with others, and the next moment she was eager to catch her and soak her in the pig cage.

The only thing she was happy about was the paper money, which she deliberately did not throw into the brazier, and let it flutter in the smoke and dust like a real butterfly. It was the unfortunate majority of the butterflies that fell into the brazier, just as most of the crowd were unlucky.

At dusk, everyone went to the front for a funeral banquet, and my father, second uncle, and second aunt went to entertain together. Zhuo Qi's age was too young, only she led Hui Zhen to kneel in front of the spirit, and Mother Xu came up at this time and said, "Silly Miss, what are you still kneeling here, go to the side room to eat some snacks." At this time, all her deference to Old Lady Xiang disappeared, and her teeth foamed out, mixed with a smell of mutton, almost splashing on the corners of Aizhen's clothes. Sure enough, people died like lights going out, judging from the taste in her mouth, Mama Xu obviously quickly adapted to the death of the old lady, even to the extent that she had no burden.

Ai Zhen moved her body in disgust, deliberately hesitating on her face, and said, "Is it appropriate?" ”

Xu Ma said: "What's wrong with this, you are already delicate, if you are hungry, I am sorry for the old lady." ”

Aizhen smiled and helped Hui Zhen to walk towards the side room. Sure enough, there was a food box on the table, and when I opened it, there were four vegetarian dishes and two cups of hot green vegetable and tofu soup.

"This is specially arranged by the eldest master for the young ladies, and now I just teach you to follow the old etiquette, and don't eat meat in the past ten days." After that, Xu Ma lowered her voice again, and said in a tone that was a little mercenary in her heart: "This soup is made of old hen soup, after all, the young ladies are growing their bodies, and they can't really eat too badly." ”

Aijin sat down to drink the soup, the warm soup filling her stomach, and the food made her refresh a little. There were rats running around on the beams, maybe just one, but maybe several. She wonders when the Pied Piper will arrive, and his flute will not only attract creatures living in the shadows, but also children. She was a child, at least once was.

PS: This time it was interrupted for five days.

Although it is commonplace to break the change, but three months after opening the article, I suddenly found out a few days ago that the author chose the wrong classification of the article, not an ancient overhead, it should be the voter of the national situation, so today it was changed.