In fact, Shen Qinrou could find other people with a lot of silver, but she chose Ji Si alone.

This is clearly not an accident.

Ji Si didn't end well in her nightmare, but the reason why she remembered Ji Si was not because of this.

She will remember Ji Si, that is because when all the subordinates in the mansion don't take her seriously, Ji Si is the only one who is polite and respectful to her.

She picked Ji Si and gave him a large sum of silver, vaguely hoping that Ji Si would change his fate in the future with this silver.

God rewards hard work, I just hope that this diligent and honest man will not repeat the old path in his dream.

The mountains, forests, streams, and winds, dense woods stretch into a jade, and the natural turquoise color is in a good mood, but when you walk in it, and the jade is boundless, your mood may not be so good.

The rolling mountains and choppy woods stumped Ji Si, the old coachman, and said that he was old not because he was old, but because of the age of his driving.

Other Ji Si didn't dare to boast, but he was a first-class good driver.

After going around in the forest for an hour, he finally managed to keep his reputation as an old coachman.

A simple wooded hut appeared in front of him, and he quickly grabbed the reins.

Is this an anthem?

Ji Si showed a somewhat hesitant look, if not, there seemed to be no other houses within a radius of a hundred miles.

"Miss, do you want to see if it's here?" He inquired about the people in the carriage.

Liu Lu first lifted the curtain and glanced at it, before turning back to Shen Qinrou for instructions, "Miss, take a look." ”

Shen Qinrou lifted the curtain and looked at the cabin from a distance.

The bamboo fence in front of the wooden house is still green, the stone path is smooth and moss-free, and the wooden house is still alive.

The living log cabin was stripped from her mottled memories.

"That's it." She nodded OK.

Ji Si heard that he had gone to the wrong place, and regardless of whether the image of the wooden house and the nunnery was harmonious, the nervous heart instantly regained its calmness, and he smiled and opened his face to get out of the carriage and set up the footstool first.

Liu Lu stepped on the footstool he had set up and got out of the carriage.

Shen Qinrou slowly got out of the carriage with the support of Liu Lu.

I heard that there is a feeling called hometown timidity, and this nunnery is obviously not her homecoming, but she has a feeling that she is afraid to go in.

Standing under the fence and hesitating for a long time, until her feet were numb, Liu Lu couldn't help but urge her, and Shen Qinrou pushed open the fence door with her trembling fingertips.

"You're waiting here." She turned to Willow Green and confessed.

Liu Lu nodded with an "um" sound, and watched her enter the small courtyard half worriedly and half expectantly.

The rounded bluestone was easier to walk than in her dream, but Shen Qinrou's every step was extremely difficult.

She is not yet thirteen, but she seems to have seen what happened when she was fourteen.

A sister-in-law came to the house and said that she was murdered and punished.

At the right time, Shen Renjie had another serious illness, and he asked famous doctors all over but the illness did not heal for a long time.

Old Mrs. Shen remembered her sister-in-law's words, thinking that it was Shen Renjie who was her torturer, completely ignoring her crying hoarse voice and sick body, and drove her straight to a nunnery and ignored her again.

The snow fell really heavily that winter, and it was really cold, and her already sick and weak body could no longer withstand the toss, and seeing that she was about to die, those nuns were afraid that it would be unlucky for her to die in the nunnery, and it would be even more difficult to give an errand to the Shen Mansion, so they wrapped her in a quilt and threw her outside, and then lied to the Shen Mansion that she was uneasy and lonely, and ran away by herself.

If it weren't for the people in this courtyard who picked her up and took care of her for a few days, it is estimated that she would have reported it early like Hades.

It looks like a small courtyard, but it is actually a nunnery, a nunnery with only one person, a nunnery where people have been trapped all their lives.

She thought it was a dream, but she still suspected that it was, but it was too real.

This nunnery was the needle that pierced the last vestiges of her illusions.

The reality is too painful and too cruel.

Thinking of the past and present lives of the Buddhist family, and thinking of the old monk's Buddhist Zen words, she suddenly had some enlightenment.

It was really a dream, but it was my own sad past life.

The past has passed away, and the former cannot be pursued.

She took a deep breath, approached the clasped firewood, and mustered up the courage to raise her hand.

"Knock, knock."

The finger bones landed on the wooden door with a soft crunching sound.

She didn't know if the people in the nunnery heard it, and she didn't dare to knock on the door again as if she was afraid that the people in the nunnery would refuse.

After waiting for a while, the people in the nunnery still didn't react, and she began to wonder if the people in the nunnery were sick, or something had happened.

She didn't want the warmth in her dream to fade quickly, and her heart forced her to knock a third, a fourth, a fifth, and a sixth in succession......

One overshadowed another, and one rushed another.

The people in the nunnery seemed to feel her eagerness, and the long-fastened wood door finally revealed a crack.

Through the glimmer of light in the sky, Shen Qinrou saw the people in the firewood room through the crack in the door.

It's as strange as ever, and at the same time so familiar.

What catches my eye is an ordinary face, ordinary,

"Mrs. Cai." She shouted, a bag of tears in her eyes.

When she looked at the people in the room, Mrs. Cai, who was in the room, was also looking at her.

The little girl with tears in front of her, she can still feel her grievances through the painting veil.

"Come in." When Mrs. Cai said this, she herself was stunned.

Usually how many people come to the door to ask to see her, how many doors want to cross this threshold, but she never nods.

She didn't nod, and the people didn't dare to come in.

Because her surname is Cai, even though she lives here, she has the surname Cai on her head.

The Cai clan of the five major clans of Dongshan.

A thousand-year-old family, a dynasty of flowing water.

The five major families of Dongshan are one of the legendary thousand-year-old families, the heritage of the thousand-year-old family, and the intertwined relationship, no one dares to underestimate it.

And who dares to underestimate it?

Mrs. Wentaishi, who is in the limelight today, saw that Mrs. Cai also wanted to be treated as a guest and treated politely.

Once the words are spoken, there is no reason to take them back.

The Cai family is more important than the daughter, and as a member of the Cai family, the same is true for her.

Mrs. Cai opened the door and welcomed Shen Qinrou in, and slowly closed the door, cutting off a look from the door.

The blue and gray plain cloth clothes look simple, and Mrs. Cai's face is indeed ordinary, but no one dares to underestimate the charm she exudes between her gestures.

Throwing away the surname Cai, she is still a powerful person.

A Mrs. Cai who only bears the name of the Cai family cannot be respected by all parties.

There are many people who know that she lives in seclusion here, but not many dare to disturb her, so Shen Qinrou's arrival is both surprised and natural.

"You're looking for me, what's the matter?" Mrs. Cai asked directly, she didn't know Shen Qinrou, she was ruthless, and those who came to look for her were looking for her, which was a nonsense, but when it came out of her mouth, you felt that this sentence was necessary to be said, and it was a meaningful sentence.

"Hmm." Shen Qinrou nodded with red circles in her eyes, and pulled out a small bell from her sleeve.

The copper bell shell has been corroded by rust spots, except for the entangled pattern on the surface of the bell, there is nothing special about this bell, just an ordinary broken bell.

And the famous Mrs. Cai lost her voice in front of this bell.