Yang Jiqing sat on the ground leaning against the wall, sitting in the house where Dong'er and Xiaohe lived "before their deaths", looking blankly at everything in this room, everything that was messy.

The floor of the house was full of potted plants of all sizes rescued by the master and servant, and the clothes with dry mud that Dong'er had changed out were still hanging on the screen, as if waiting for the master to wash off the mud. Man, but no longer there.

Yang Jiqing had no tears to shed, his heart was like dead wood, his face was like dead ashes, and he sat on the ground stupidly, as if he was frozen.

The outside world is even more chaotic than in this room, many trees were blown off by the wind last night, thrown down, smashed or smashed off the roofs of large and small, the ground was full of dead branches and leaves, tiles and mud bricks, the clothes that were too late to clean up were ravaged by the wind and soil, and became unrecognizable rags, the doors and windows without a good roof were hit by the wind and were about to fall off from the door frames, the corner door of the back garden of Yang's Mansion was not closed last night, it had been beaten down by the strong wind, and no one had arranged for repair and installation.

This wind is extremely evil. There was no warning in advance, and it was very fierce when it came, just like the tragedy experienced by Yang Jiqing and her beloved girl.

The door creaked open slowly, and Ji Qing looked up, almost disbelieving his eyes: it was actually Dong'er, who was declared drowned by the Yang Mansion. She stood in the morning light of the doorway, cold and cold, lifeless, but very tall, as tall as a god, so tall that those who looked up at her felt depressed.

Yang Jiqing was full of joy and sorrow, hurriedly got up from the ground, ran to her side, hugged her tightly, and confirmed excitedly: "Dong'er, is it really you?" Is it really you? I'm sorry, I'm sorry ............"

Dong'er was unmoved, she was still as cold as frost, but asked him firmly and indifferently: "Where is Xiaohe?" I'm going to take her home, back to our own home. ”

Yang Jiqing looked at Dong'er, who seemed to have no soul and no emotion like a walking corpse, and his heart was like a knife.

He told her honestly: "This morning, the family salvaged two corpses from the lake, because you and Xiaohe were missing, the house spread the story of the two of you rescuing potted plants last night, and fell into the water, I also went to see the two corpses, Xiaohe's face is complete, you can see it at a glance, it is said that your corpse is completely destroyed, they say that they were injured by the fish and shrimp in the lake.........."

When she woke up in the morning, Dong'er was still thinking, find Xiaohe, take her away, far away, never see these rich children again, she can use her life to forget this night's experience, this night's chaos and filth, she can not pursue Yang Jiqing's weakness, Yang Boqing's gloom, Li Mingshuo's revenge, as long as Xiaohe is still alive, as long as no one dies because of her, she can choose to forgive and forget.

However, Xiaohe died, all Dong'er's forbearance, all the compromises that she tried to exchange humiliation for were disillusioned, she looked at Ji Qing, looking at him like a stranger, she smiled, with mockery of herself, sarcasm at others, with endless despair and sorrow, laughing, laughing and crying.

Ji Qing hugged her tightly again, and also whimpered and cried.

The boy was warm and clean, but also weak and useless.

There was the sound of footsteps trampling on fallen leaves outside, and the voice of the little girl Lan Xin sounded outside the house: "Childe, are you inside?" The old lady is looking for you. ”

As if frightened, Ji Qing quickly let go of Dong'er and shouted outside: "I'm inside, don't come in." Waiting for me outside. ”

He grabbed Dong'er's shoulders and said to her with concern: "It's not safe for you here, leave quickly, you go back to your house first, and I'll visit you in two days." ”

Dong'er didn't even look at him, and he didn't make a sound, and the footsteps outside had already reached the door. Ji Qing hurriedly walked out of the door, closed the door, and led Lan Xin away.

Lan Xin followed Yang Jiqing back, and muttered: "Childe, they all said that the master and servant had just died, and they didn't dare to come over because their souls hadn't left this room yet, I guess Childe must be missing Miss Dong'er, not afraid of Miss Dong'er's ghost, there must be no doubt here, that's why I dared to come here to find you, I really didn't guess wrong...."

The sound faded away.