My sister was silent for a long time, and suddenly smiled, "Ah Zhao, do you believe that people really have a fate?" ”

"Fate?" I repeated these two words over and over again,

I can't say anything else, and my words are always a little pale in the face of emotion. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Growing up, what I never wanted to believe in was fatalism. But accidents have taught me again and again, and sometimes you can't help but believe it.

My sister's smile is very light, very real, the kind of smile that escapes from the corners of her lips and slowly extends to the corners of her eyes. She was born beautiful, and smiling like this at this time is even more pleasing to the eye, and she forgets the vulgar.

And when I saw her smile, I couldn't help but shudder and shake my head vigorously.

"No...... I don't believe in fate or anything like that, I just know that everything can be changed. Sister, tell me, you don't like Mr. Gu, do you? Why do you want to marry him in every possible way? ”

"By all means? Little sister, do you want to say that I married Rulin for another purpose? My sister asked.

I nodded, admitting that my suspicions were completely correct, Cheng Yun's brother's dream, my sister's own attitude, all the suspicious behaviors that used to tell me that my sister had something else to hide. However, she just looked at me and didn't seem to smile.

"Ah Zhao, do you think that if you ask me like this, you will stop your pace and stop marrying Gu Rulin?"

"Zhao, you are too naïve!"

My sister said, touching my head as before, "If my sister said that I married Gu Rulin for another purpose, and I didn't really love him, would you run to tell my father and mother now?" ”

I was finally dumbfounded and couldn't believe it. Is this my gentle and dignified, quiet and elegant sister? Why did I hear a hint of ruthlessness and determination in the tone of her voice, and never looked back?

"Sister?"

I screamed uncertainly.

"Sister scared you?"

"Ah Zhao, so far, there are some things I might as well tell you. I entered the Gu Mansion to take revenge. After she said this, she left me and went to the embroidery building. In fact, since the last time there was Inspector Chen's incident, I haven't been here for a long time, and now what she said is so shocking, we sisters have to think about avoiding everyone's eyes and ears, and Xiulou is indeed a good place.

Among the common winter flowers in the south, there are only two in our family: the fiery red rhododendron and the elegant camellia. Just because my sister prefers rhododendrons, potted azaleas can be seen everywhere in the aisles of the house all year round.

When she went upstairs, a pot of rhododendrons in the corner of the wall was blooming, and her sister was wearing a snow-green tight-fitting robe today, and her concave and convex figure was more and more graceful against the background of the silk cheongsam.

She didn't know when she had a roll of Western cigarettes in her hand, and at the end of the cigarette, the white smoke was charming against the backdrop of the night.

In recent years, the broad wives of Nanjing City have been in and out of high society, and in order to catch up with fashion, the skills of smoking and playing cards are compulsory courses, but in our family, our father and mother have never allowed us to do this.

My sister threw away the cigarette roll, pushed open the door and walked inside. The cigarette of the light-colored wrapper was thrown into the petals in the corner of the wall by her, and the dense smoke was like a firecracker lit in the New Year, only to hear the "boom", and the cuckoo that was still standing at the door just now burned in an instant, and the scarlet flame jumped blankly in the dark night, and then quietly extinguished after a while. I stood alone at the top of the stairs, looking at the black shards of burned pottery and the charred earth, and I didn't know what to do.

The embroidery building was pitch black, as if it hadn't been cleaned for a long time, and if it weren't for the wet soil in the flower pot, probably this small cigarette would have caused a sudden fire.

I don't know if my sister did it intentionally or unintentionally, at this time most of the family has already slept, if there is an accident, who will survive? Of course, this assumption will not be true, but it has planted a trace of doubt in my heart. Sister, what do you want to do?

"Ah Zhao, why don't you come up?" My sister stood at the door, looking at me condescendingly, just for a moment, she became the quiet and quiet lady of the Liu family again, and the lonely and resolute back just now seemed to be just my illusion.

I thought that my sister had called me into the embroidery building and said those things to me to tell me why she had taken revenge, and naturally she should have told me, whether the result was something I could afford or not, or a terrible fact.

But at the moment when the cuckoo burned, I stood at the top of the stairs and looked at the small pot that was still as hot as fire a moment ago, and the life that was so vivid and awe-inspiring turned into a pile of scorched earth in an instant, and my panicked heart began at this moment.

I wanted to see my sister more clearly, but I found that my eyes were blurry.

"Sister, you are a moth to the fire, do you know?"

"You, you guessed it?" My sister asked.

"It's not that I guessed, it's your expression that tells me."

My sister and I were speechless for a while, and after a while, I finally mustered up the courage to ask the question: "Brother Chengyun's death is not an accident, is it?"

My sister took one look at me and began to narrate:

"When I was eighteen years old, everyone came to me and told me that Cheng Yun was dead, in a riot at a train station. At the time I thought he was really just bad luck and was killed by mistake. So my heart hurts, but I never have any other thoughts. But just this spring, when I was about to drop everything and start over, someone came to tell me that Cheng Yun's death was not an accident at all, but a deliberate murder. The person who murdered him was none other than the person I just fell in love with, you say, isn't it ironic? My sister smiled, laughed and suddenly burst into tears: "You said that you don't believe in fate, but you are angry." Originally, my sister was like you, thinking that my fate was up to me, but many times, the wish of heaven is just a wish, and more often, it is just that heaven does not fulfill people's wishes. ”

"Is the person you are talking about Mr. Gu?" I asked cautiously.

"I'm not sure it's him, but all the clues point to him, so I had to take a gamble." My sister replied.

"But you can't gamble the rest of your life?"

"How good do you think Gu Rulin is? As he showed to the outside world, is Fengyi measured, and the light is light? You're wrong, it's just a disguise for a man who is hungry for power, how many men can be the same in such a troubled world? My sister continued, her excitement palpable. I know you're asking, how good is the image of a person like me, in front of me and behind the other? But little sister, my sister only dares to tell you, and only if you guess me, I will say, this question forces me to be restless day and night, Cheng Yun's face has been turning around in my dreams, he called me for revenge, he wanted me to avenge him! ”

I was helpless, "This is ridiculous, sister, don't you think this thing is too strange?" Brother Cheng Yun has been dead for many years, why is it too strange that someone is jumping out and telling you that he was murdered now? Moreover, how could Brother Chengyun let you avenge him, he loves you, how can he bear you to live in pain. Sister, tell me, who is the person who told you these words? Who tortured you like this? ”

I originally wanted to write about cigar smoke, but after checking it, cigar smoke was only translated as "cigar" by Xu Zhimo in 1924, so I had to write it as "Western cigarette". But in fact, it's the cigar smoke that everyone knows, hehe, restore the update, I see if I can make up for the less change, I'm working on it. Good night, everyone