The night dissolves, and the willow tips on the moon.

Autumn insects chirp, and the dew hits the autumn grass wet.

Under the heavy eaves of the carved beams and paintings, there are bright red lanterns, and the dim and dim light illuminates the courtyard in a drowsy and dark shadow.

A woman in red stood in front of the door, with a slender posture, her long hair like a waterfall was scattered over her shoulders, her face seemed to be happy and sad, and her eyes looked at the courtyard blankly.

In an instant, she turned and walked into the hall.

A three-zhang white silk hung from the mahogany beam, red and white, which became more and more dazzling in the dim night.

An ebony hollow plum blossom pedal was kicked down, and the big red figure hung in the white silk knot, fluttering.

…………

"Ah", a piercing and terrible scream sounded, and suddenly there was a noisy and eager voice in the quiet country courtyard under the rule of the Daimyo's Mansion.

"Aunt Xiu, Aunt Xiu, wake up......" On the side of the white bed tent, an obese woman in her thirties, with some messy clothes and a hoarse voice, was desperately shaking a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl sleeping on the bed.

The girl's face seemed to be in pain, her brow furrowed, and her forehead was sweating profusely, as if she were immersed in a nightmare.

After being shaken by the woman for a moment, the girl opened her sleepy eyes in ignorance, and stared at the white tent hanging overhead, somewhat distractedly.

"Aunt Xiu, what's wrong with you, scared your mother to death?" The fat woman was the little girl's mother's prince.

Seeing her wake up, Wang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and took out a handkerchief to wipe away her tears.

She is such an only daughter, she has a serious illness these days, and it is not easy to cure herself, she always has nightmares when she sleeps at night, and she is covered in cold sweat, if she doesn't wake up, I don't know what to do.

It has been two years since her husband entered Beijing to take the exam, and she is struggling to support her at home, in case her daughter has any accidents, how should she live?

Jiang Shiyun was confused for a while before she woke up from that terrible dream.

The summer night breeze blows in through the window lattice, and it is slightly cool. She sat on the quilt, sweating heavily in her clothes.

I don't know why, she is always groggy these days, and she can't tell where she is. She had the same dream for days and days, and she couldn't sleep at night.

Who is the woman who hanged herself in red in the dream?

She half leaned on Wang's body, silently pondering. Is it like the old people often say that someone gave her a dream?

So why does the woman in red always fall into her dreams?

In the dim light, she couldn't see her face clearly, but she felt that the woman's brows were tightly wrinkled, and she seemed to have infinite sadness.

She ended her life in that miserable way, and she thought that she was not happy, what forced her to be desperate?

She didn't know what she had to do with the woman in red, why did she sleep every night?

I only felt that the memories in my brain were like water, flooding in, making her have a splitting headache.

She remembered that in her previous life, she was a doctor, and because of a doctor-patient dispute, she was misunderstood by the patient's family and stabbed......

After that, she woke up and became Wang's only daughter.

But who is this woman in red?

It looks like the woman is in her twenties, could she be a sister in this body?

But what can a girl from a small family have to do with a woman from a big family in Zhumen?

Wiping her sweat, Jiang Shiyun smiled weakly at Wang.

After some hesitation, she finally asked the question in her heart, "Mother, do you have any sisters who married into a big family?" ”

Anyway, she herself is an only daughter, except for her mother's generation, who else can enter her dream?

Wang was full of sorrow, and he was also stunned when he heard his daughter ask.

I was stunned for a long time before I answered, "Silly boy, are you sick and confused?" My mother has no brothers and sisters, just like you. ”

After a pause, he said, "But your aunt is married to the second son of the Marquis of Anguo, and she is now in Beijing." ”

Jiang Shiyun was silent, secretly thinking, could it be that the woman in the dream was her aunt?

It's just that her aunt Jiang Shilun has to go out at the age of forty, and the woman in the dream is much younger?

She didn't have a clue, and she didn't dare to let Wang see the clues, so she hurriedly took Wang's hand and smiled, "I'm fine, my mother should go back to sleep." Ming'er has to invite someone to come to see the house. ”

Two days ago, Wang followed up on her father's letter from high school, in which Jiang Dezhang told Wang that he had shown their daughter a good relative in Beijing and asked her to sell her family's ancestral house to Beijing, and Wang was busy looking for a dental shop to sell the house.

Originally, the Wang family was also distressed that this house was reluctant to sell, but the husband Jiang Dezhang felt that the old people in the family were gone, and in the future, their three brothers and sisters would live in the capital, and they also wanted to buy a house in Beijing, and they could make some money by selling their ancestral property.

Although the Wang family was reluctant, they couldn't resist the husband's will, so they had to find someone.

Seeing Jiang Shiyun's feelings, Wang breathed a sigh of relief, asked her to lie down again, and tucked the corners of the quilt for her.

In exchange for the only little girl in the family called Xiao Pendant, she came to keep vigil, "Look at Miss, don't be lazy!" ”

The small pendant is only twelve or thirteen, combed with a double bun, wearing a collar of green cloth jackets, skinny, but very clever.

"Madame, just go to sleep, and the slave will take good care of the young lady." She replied crisply with a pair of big, bony eyes.

Wang smiled, touched the head of the little pendant, and instructed her, "Miss is about to get married, and she will go to Beijing in a few days, you must not be negligent." ”

Seeing that the little pendant nodded like pounding garlic, she was relieved, got up and went to lie outside, but looked at the tent above her head with a pair of eyes open, "Could it be that her daughter collided with something?" When you are free, you have to give your daughter to the temple to put incense! "I thought that it was white and I fell asleep in a daze.

The second day was the third day of the ninth month.

Early in the morning, Wang got up and carefully boiled a pot of chicken soup porridge and served it to his daughter, served and drank it, and then asked the little pendant to bring water to Jiang Shiyun to freshen up.

He took out a new set of jackets from the wardrobe in the house and put them on for Jiang Shiyun, and said, "This is what my mother bought for you in the ready-to-wear shop in the town after receiving your father's letter that day, is it appropriate to change it in?" ”

Wang happily took his clothes and fiddled in front of her.

Jiang Shiyun lowered her head to look, it was a set of red muslin jackets, which were soft to the touch, very different from the coarse cloth she usually weared.

It seems that the Wang family spent a lot of silver.

"Listen to your father, it is your aunt's nephew, he is the eldest grandson of the Hou Mansion of Anguo, you are married, but you are the young grandmother of the Hou Mansion. Our aunt is out of luck, and she has to dress up from now on! ”

Wang and Xiao Shen helped her up, and the two of them worked together to change her on, and then sat in front of the somewhat old mirror with her.

The dark yellow diamond flower bronze mirror reflects a yellowed girl's face, on the goose egg face, two thin willow eyebrows, a pair of water-cut eyes, a nose like a hanging gall, cherry lips and teeth.

Although Jiang Shiyun had seen this face in the mirror before, but at this moment, she was wearing that red jacket and that yellowed face, and she always felt a faint sense of familiarity.

How so?

She was a little confused.

Unconsciously thought of that dream in her mind, and compared with the face in the glasses, Jiang Shiyun's face became even paler.

Inexplicably, she felt that the two were very similar.

At this time, Wang broke up her green hair, and her smooth hair was scattered over her shoulders, making her face more and more pale.

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching feeling surged up, making her a little out of breath all of a sudden.

She stretched out her hand and grabbed her chest, only to feel that the person in the mirror and the person in her brain overlapped vaguely, stirring her around.

"Aunt Xiu, Aunt Xiu, where are you uncomfortable?" Wang was so anxious that she was about to cry, and the little pendant hurriedly stepped forward to put it on her chest.

It took her a moment to breathe a sigh of relief, and the tearing pain in her chest disappeared in an instant.

She stared blankly in the mirror, a little dazed.

Could it be that the person in the dream is the person in the mirror a few years later?

Did this body suffer such an ordeal in his previous life, and finally hanged himself miserably?

Perhaps, this is the memory of the person in the dream who left in her body.

She died like that, isn't she unwilling?

Jiang Shiyun seemed to have grasped something, but she couldn't figure it out.

Since she can cross, what kind of things can't happen yet?