Mrs. Dai appeared outside the mourning hall. Shu Xun fold

    "Mother! "Old lady!" The crowd was in a panic.

    "Mother, I can't." Dai Mengchong followed behind his mother, and hurriedly dissuaded him when he saw this.

    "Since she wants to see, let her see! Mrs. Dai pushed away her little daughter Meng Chong, who was supporting her, "Let her see!" ”

    At the moment when everyone paused, Jingyi broke free from the obstruction of the Dai family's servants, crossed everyone, threw herself on the coffin, and pushed the coffin lid hard. The coffin lid was heavy, she gritted her teeth, and pushed it with all her strength, little by little, little by little... Sui...

     finally pushed a little bit of the gap open.

    Jingyi's throat "gurgles".

    "Meng Yuan! Ministry"

    Cheng Jingyi fell straight back.

    No one helped her, so she fell on the cold brick floor.

    Mrs. Dai looked coldly at Jing Yi who fell on the mourning hall and said, "Carry it out." ”

    "Mother's ......" Dai Mengyun hesitated.

    "Meng Yun, without her, Meng Yuan would not have died. From now on, our Dai family and the Cheng family will be incompatible. ”

    Dai Mengyun stopped talking.

    The servant lifted the fainting Jingyi and quickly walked out of the house, hidden in the night.

    Mrs. Dai walked to the center of the mourning hall and watched as the servants set up the offering table. He stretched out his hand and twisted incense and lit it on the candle.

    Dai Meng Yun stood on one side, seeing the old mother suddenly burst into tears, and couldn't help but feel sad, only to see the old mother holding on to the table, her body collapsed softly, and the old voice was hoarse, "Meng Yuan, my son, ......"

    The cry was terrible, and it went into the air with a whirlpool.

    The sound of chanting in the mourning hall sounded again.

    The rain is getting bigger......

    Dai Mengyun took the paper money and threw it into the brazier. Paper money was tidal, burning in the brazier, emitting choking smoke. Meng Yun's tears flowed out. She wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and when she saw that her mother was already crying, she choked on her breath, so she hurriedly asked the maid to help her mother go back to rest. After a lot of confusion, the butler came over and waited aside.

    Meng Yun suddenly had a headache.

    The housekeeper is here to ask about tomorrow's funeral.

    The Dai family has not done such a big thing for many years, and the degree is stretched everywhere. Mrs. Dai was too grief-stricken to personally inquire about her son's funeral. Meng Yun had to take the place of his mother to do it, and only then did he know how empty the family had been over the years.

    She looked at the bill, then looked at the housekeeper, turned around and went inside, took out two silver tickets from the baggage she carried, and came out to the housekeeper.

    "Miss......" The housekeeper looked at her in embarrassment.

    " Take it, don't tell the old lady. Although I am a married daughter, how can I not care if my mother's family has something? Meng Yun said.

    "No, Miss, these ...... Inadequate. The butler whispered.

    Meng Yun's face suddenly became hot. She gritted her teeth, withdrew the hairpin on her head and the bracelet on her hand, and put it on the silver ticket, "Take these as ...... It's not enough for me to figure it out tomorrow. ”

    The butler sighed.

    Meng Yun stood under the eaves and watched the housekeeper hurriedly go out with his body bent over, preparing for tomorrow's affairs...... Looking at the sky, her heart trembled. There is Meng Yuan in this family, and there is always a hope. He was so miserable that even her, and suddenly she felt hopeless...... Thinking about it like this, she especially hated Cheng Jingyi who harmed them to such a field. She didn't even want to remember that Jingyi had helped them in the first place.

    "Miss. At some point, the butler came in again.

    Meng Yun looked back, "What's the matter?" ”

    "That Miss Cheng ......"

    "Isn't it out? Meng Yun said impatiently.

    " She refused to go. ”

    "What does she want, it's not enough to make a fuss in the mourning hall?" What's the fuss? Does this make Meng Yuan uneasy? Meng Yun frowned. This Cheng Jingyi is really a bit left-handed. The actions on the mourning hall were shocking, and the troubles were not over, and they were even driven out and refused to leave...... What's going on?

    " didn't make a fuss. She was like a madman, crying and laughing, and we couldn't understand what she said......" The housekeeper said, looking at Meng Yun, hoping that the eldest lady would have an idea, "We can't do anything to her." After all......"

    "Wrongdoer! Dai Mengyun stomped her little feet, angry, annoyed, and uneasy, and stunned. It took a long time before he said, "Go, let people drive her away!" Far away, this broom star! ”

    "Miss. The butler was silent for a moment before he said, "She is also everyone's young lady." Do you want to tell the old lady? If this continues, I'm afraid something will happen. ”

    Meng Yun sighed, and only said after a while, "I'll go and see." Don't alarm the old lady. Meng Yun's girl hurriedly came over and gave her a cloak. Meng Yun put on a draped and helped the girl to go out.

    The housekeeper walked behind Meng Yun with an oil-paper umbrella.

    Meng Yun walked unfast.

    Maybe it's because I subconsciously don't want to see Cheng Jingyi again in such a short time. Her pace was slower than usual. The mourning and chanting in front of the spirit were temporarily stopped, and the courtyard was exceptionally quiet at this time, except for the sound of wind and rain, there was no crying.

    Meng Yun stood inside the gate.

    The servant in the door saw her coming, and retreated a few steps back in a regular manner, with a little dodge in his eyes.

    A woman's voice echoed like falling leaves in the wind and rain: "......

    Yellow,and-black,and-pale,and–hectic-red,(yellow,black,gray,red like tuberculosis,)

    Pestilence-stricken-multitudes: Othou, (Oh, the plagued group: Zephyr, it's you)

    Who-charioteers-to–theie-clark-wintry-bed

    The–winged-seeds,where–they-lie–cold-and-low,(Dark winter bed, where they lie,)

    Each-like-a-corpse-within-its-grave,until (like a dead corpse in a tomb, cold, deep, low,)

    Thine-azure-sister-of-the-Spring-shall-blow

    Her-clarion-o'er-the–dreaming-earth,and-fill

    With-living-hues-and-odours-plain–and-hill:

    ……”

    Meng Yun walked forward and listened attentively.

    No wonder they say that they don't understand what she's saying like crazy. She didn't understand either. But her deceased husband and brother understood. The expressions on their faces were sometimes pleasant, sometimes serious, as they were talking in words she didn't understand...... is not like Cheng Jingyi in front of her, sad and crazy.

    This woman in a snow-white silk shirt shivered in the rain, but chanted in a strange language and a strange voice...... Dai Mengyun suddenly burst into tears.

    Jingyi's voice was hoarse.

    She recited the poem over and over again, and I don't know how long it has been.

    She woke up, she was standing in the mud, caught in the rain, blown by the wind, she couldn't move a step.

    The tide in my mind was all his figure and his voice—he stood in the center of the bright stage, and she sat in the crowd. He was radiant that day, and she will never forget that poem...... It was the first time they met, and he recited the psalm.

    Jingyi's body is already wooden. The only thing that would move was her lips.

    Meng Yun pushed away the girl who was holding her, walked down the steps, and walked towards Jingyi. She stood in front of Jing Yi and looked at this woman who was already crazy. She burst into tears.

    No matter how disgusted she is with this woman, she has to admit that Cheng Jingyi, such an embarrassed Cheng Jingyi, is still a beautiful woman in the city. She seemed to remember the whispers of her deceased husband and brother. It was sunny that day, and the slightly drunk Meng Yuan whispered, "...... She's the best woman in the world, I know it all too well...... Brother-in-law, I want to marry her......"

    Dai Mengyun's eyes were full of tears, and his tears were full of hatred.

    She raised her hand to slap Jingyi, but somehow, her hand was raised and stopped in mid-air. She seemed to hear Meng Yuan calling her...... Meng Yun's hand hung weakly on Jing Yi's shoulder, and she beat Jing Yi one by one.

    "Wrongdoer...... Why did Meng Yuan meet you, why did he fall in love with you...... We Meng Yuan...... It was you who harmed Meng Yuan, and it was all you...... Let's go, don't bother Meng Yuan...... You let Meng Yuan go well, you let our family live in peace......"

    The rainy night was dark, and Dai Mengyun's cry was still poignant and miserable, although she had done her best to restrain herself as a scholarly woman.

    Jingyi was stupid, motionless at first, and after a long time, she slipped and sat on the ground.

    The rain has not stopped. Her tears never stopped.

    She looked at Dai Mansion in the distance in a daze, and hoped that Meng Yuan would come out of there and smile at her......

    Her eyes went dark, and she finally fainted.