I think that when I am pregnant with a son in the future, I will be able to become a first-class aunt. But who knew that a little girl who didn't know how many years younger than them was given a quick start, just ask who can swallow this breath.

What's more, in the young master's heart, this little slut still has a different status. It greatly stimulated the jealousy in the hearts of women, and they couldn't wait to switch each other's identities and positions a little before they gave up.

He Dangli didn't say anything about the vitriol and cynicism they said, but just pursed his pale lips, and his fingers sank into the soft flesh of his palm. It was obviously not what they thought, but no one believed her when she said it.

It's fake, what they say is false, she's not that kind of person.

He Dangli didn't know that Mrs. He was her biological mother at this time, but he only knew that he was very afraid of her. It's like a fear that goes deep into the bone marrow and is imprinted into the soul, and it is difficult to extricate itself.

So much so that every time she heard the high-ranking and invincible lady call for her, she was always frightened into a cold sweat, her tremors trembled, and her teeth could not be put together uneasily.

She didn't understand where that fear came from, she just didn't like it inexplicably, and even scared.

After the three courtyards, through a bridge, through a lotus pond, in the resumption of a hundred meters to arrive.

Far away, even when she just stood in this magnificent red-walled and blue-tile high courtyard, she couldn't help but make her hair stand on end, and her legs and feet were weak. She didn't know where this emotion came from, as if she was born with it, and her sixth sense always reminded her.

It's best to stay away from this compound, it's better to get farther and farther away, and never get closer than half a minute.

"The slave is here, and the lady is waiting for you inside." Bilian, the big girl who was guarding outside the courtyard, saw people coming, and said a few words of sarcasm with her sharp teeth before rolling her eyes and letting go.

"A stinky beggar, I'm afraid the old sows in the pigsty are much cleaner than you."

The same pig has always been a point of ridicule and irony. After all, even illiterate country women would not rudely take such a lowly name.

The snow accumulated on the branches has accumulated to a certain extent, and the branches cannot bear it, so they can't help but weaken their waists a little. The snow dyed with plum fragrance fell downward, smashing down small snow pits that were either deep or shallow.

The courtyard was quiet, empty, so quiet that she felt a little weird. Even his breathing slowed down several beats unconsciously. He Dangli didn't know why Madame came to her in the evening, and he didn't know why the courtyard was so quiet that there was no one.

However, when she approached the main house where she lived, she suddenly heard a sound of crying and laughter, pain and joy, which frightened her hands and feet even more. Fearing that something would happen inside, a rhombus / lip was even tighter than blood.

But when she lifted the scarlet felt curtain with her waist, it seemed that in an instant, even her heart stopped beating, and she held her breath and didn't dare to let out a bit, lest she disturb the pair of wild mandarin ducks who were cheating inside.

Her eyes widened in disbelief and she saw a messy pile of robes scattered on the ground outside the six spring screens, as well as a fight between goblins with a lively fragrance without any cover.

Although she was still young, after being budded by her brother early, how could she not understand what was going on inside. But sometimes the more you know, the more you are afraid.

And she vaguely remembered that recently, Master He went out to run a business, and he wouldn't be in the house at all?

So, who is cheating with his wife now???

He Dangli, who was extremely frightened, felt that he couldn't continue to stay here at this moment, he had to go, and he had to be careful not to let anyone know, lest he worry about the other party's reckoning.

But when she ran away from there, her heart was still beating uncontrollably, as if it was about to burst out of her chest in the next second.

This year's snow seems to have fallen so much that even the gray and misty sky is like a dark cloud that can't be pulled out, and it can't be stingy to show a little sunshine inside.

Last night, there was a fine cotton snow last night, and the weather was even more bitterly cold, to the point where it could really turn into ice.

The next day, she got up early, her stomach grumbling with hunger.

But she knew that the entire huge He Mansion would not leave her a piece of steamed bread even if it was moldy.

Holding back her hunger, she came to the lake and poured several large mouthfuls, and the icy water of the lake made her shiver. Even the internal organs were about to be frozen by the ice slag, and the hot stomach was just a little better.

There was still a quiet silence in the corner, and from time to time all sorts of people passed by, but they didn't leave a footstep long. To her, she is like a passerby in a hurry, and she is also a passerby in the eyes of others.

All day, she waited from the gray sky to the twilight, and she did not wait for the arrival of the son.

On the contrary, his stomach was uncomfortably hot from hunger, and his hands and feet were weak from hunger, like a soft noodle hanging on the wall to dry.

"But I'm hungry, I just have a bun for you to eat." The same crisp and beautiful boyish voice as the last time, accompanied by the aroma of food.

At this moment, He Dangli suddenly felt that the wait in front of him seemed to be worth it. The process is not important, the important thing is the result, the boy came and kindly gave her food.

It's like a small opening in the cloudy sky, and a few small rays of warm sunlight emerge from the gap.

Although the sunlight was small, it was enough to illuminate her heart, which was full of holes.

But this time, like the last time, Childe left something behind and left quickly, without saying much.

He Dangli held the yellow oiled paper bag wrapped in the bun in his palm, and even felt a little temperature seeping out of it, as well as the seductive aroma of food.

Although she kept telling herself not to cry, she still couldn't help it, and she didn't know why.

The bun was very large, almost half the size of her face, and the snow-white fluffy skin was wrapped in salty and fragrant meat, and she was full of oil when she ate it. It was also the first time in so long that her brother was not outside, and she was full.

But she didn't eat it all greedily, but left half of it for tomorrow, otherwise she would be full today, and what if she didn't have to eat every day. But sometimes you never know which one will come sooner, the unexpected or tomorrow.

When He Dangli returned to the small firewood room where she could sleep peacefully at night with a smile on her eyebrows, before she could get closer, she was coerced by several rough envoys waiting outside.

The last bad experience came back to her mind, and she struggled to leave.

But how can a person with small arms and legs be comparable to the strength of an adult, let alone a mother-in-law who is used to rough work with a big waist and a round waist.

"Let go of me, you let go of me!" Even if He Dangli knew that no one would call her even if she cut her throat, and even attracted more rough treatment, she still couldn't help but want to die.

Just like last time, she was pressed on a long wooden bench, and she was about to be beaten to death, but she was saved by her brother who came back suddenly, and then she had to continue to breathe.

Although miracles rarely happen, she still wants to believe in miracles.

Even if the waiting process is inhumane, she is still willing to wait. As long as the future is the life she wants to live, or the ending is good.

But this time she didn't wait for a miracle, like a person who had been completely abandoned by life and fate.

The huge empty pavilion courtyard was already full of people who came to see the excitement, and there were many new faces that He Dangli didn't know. But all of them are hateful faces, because they hate her brother, but they don't have the courage to attack him, and she is lucky to be the target of their anger.

"Let go of me, you let go of me." He Dangxiao was thrown on the blood-stained black bench, and the whole person began to writhe uncontrollably. Struggling to get out of here, there was a deep, unconcealable fear in his eyes.

She could naturally recognize what this bench was, because the dark blood stains left on it were still left by her. Thick and disgustingly thick.

She hates this, and she hates herself like a sheep to be slaughtered.

"Madam, the slave saw this little slut sneaking into the yard and stealing Madame's jewelry yesterday." The eldest girl beside Mrs. He, Bi Lian walked out with an angry face, and spat on her thick phlegm in disgust, and her eyes were full of schadenfreude and amusement.

"I didn't, I didn't steal." Yesterday, He Dangli remembered the scene he saw yesterday, and the chill couldn't help but soak through the cracks in his bones.

It was more panic and cold sweat ripples, because she knew that she knew the secret, and she was afraid that she was really not tolerated by the high-ranking lady.

"Let go of me, you let go of me." He Dangli's face was pale because he was so distorted that he couldn't see his facial features clearly because of excessive fear, and on a cold winter day, his sideburns were wet/wet.

"Execution." Mrs. He's face was full of compassion, like a condescending person in charge of life and death, and she would not listen to her explanation at all. Without squinting, he looked at the flesh that fell from her belly in October, full of disgust, like watching a maggot crawling out of a foul-smelling gutter and a rotting corpse.

After all, this man is the man's child, and she hates it to the core, and she longs to eat his flesh and drink his blood. What's more, Tian shamelessly climbed onto her highly-anticipated son, and that disgust doubled.

Looking at the face that was somewhat similar to the man, he was like a leper dog, and he was worse than dead. It was even more pleasing to her to a great extent, if it weren't for the early death of that man, she would not have let him go so easily.

But he can't torture himself, his blood and bones are not impossible.

Don't say that she doesn't have half a mother-daughter relationship, she does, but she disdains this kind of person with dirty blood.

Mrs. He looked at being tied to the bench and forced / stuffed with a jet-black rag in her mouth. The person who was beaten with tears and snot because of the pain, the loneliness of the smile on his face deepened, and there was a brilliant smile between his eyebrows and eyes.

On the seventh day of December, it is cloudy.

Today is still a day without the sun, and the sky is dark and oppressive, as if the wind and rain are coming.

The entire city of Jinling is shrouded in a blanket of ice carved jade snow, and hawkers shouting and shouting along the streets against the scarecrows filled with sugar gourds. The colored flags on the teahouse of the wine house did not move without wind, as if they were powerless.

Today is the third day of Qinghe, and I haven't seen the little beggar who is stupidly crawling on the corner to look at him, and for some reason, I feel a little unhappy in my heart. This is the first time he has grown so big that he has been released by a pigeon, and what is even more unpleasant is that the other party is still a dirty little beggar, which is simply embarrassing to say.

Although he kept persuading himself in his heart that he would not come tomorrow, it was the second day. People are still sent by ghosts, and it is still a day when they can't see people, and their expressions are inexplicably a little irritable.