On the night when Qin was crying sadly, in the dead of night, Mingfeng was called to his wife. Under the dim clear oil light, Zhou's fat face, which was quite moving, was revealed. Mingfeng didn't know what her wife was going to say to her, but she didn't expect her to bring her good news. She remembered again that old lady Feng had come to see the old lady and Aunt Chen that afternoon. With a trembling heart, she stood in front of Zhou, and even her eyes were a little shaky. As she spoke, Zhou's round face, which had been lightly wiped a little, gradually turned puffy into a big round thing, which kept shaking in front of her eyes, making her even more timid.

"Mingfeng, you've done enough in the mansion for the past few years," Zhou began to say slowly, but he still spoke faster than others, and the more he said it in the future, as if a plate of beads was constantly rolling. "I think you'd like to go out earlier. Today, the old lady instructed that he would send you to Feng's house and make a small [note 1] for the old lady Feng. The first day of next month is a good day, and the Feng family will pick up people on that day. Today is the twenty-eighth, and there are three days left before the first day of the new year. You don't have to do anything from tomorrow, you have a good rest for two days and wait to go to Feng's house. …… You go to Feng's house to serve Mrs. Feng and his wife well, I heard that Mrs. Feng has a strange temper, and Mrs. Feng has a bad temper. The Feng family also has an old man, a wife, and a young master. You should also respect them. You've been a maid in my room for a few years, and you haven't gained much. Now that I have found this family business for you, I am also relieved. The Feng family is very rich, as long as you keep to yourself over there, you don't have to worry about dressing and eating all your life. This is also much better than the fifth wife's Xi'er. …… You have served me for a few years, and I have nothing to repay you, and I will call the tailor tomorrow to make you two good clothes and prepare some jewelry for you......" She was about to continue, but was interrupted by Mingfeng's cry.

Every word of these words was like a sharp knife stabbing into Ming Feng's heart, and she had to let them stab indiscriminately, unable to defend herself. Her hopes were completely dashed. People even took away the love she had to live on. Putting one's youth into the service of an old man with an eccentric temper will not be spared a little pity. The fate of the person who is the wife of an aunt in that kind of family is extremely obvious: tears, eating and scolding, and being idle will still become an important thing in her life. The difference is that she also has to give her body to the old man with a strange temper to ravage. What a shameful thing it is to be an aunt's wife. In the scolding terminology of their girls on weekdays, "being small for others" is also a sentence. However, after eight years of faithful hard labor in the Gao family, the reward she received was to be an aunt's wife, ravaged and tortured by others. Her future is still a thick darkness, and the light brought by pure love has also been destroyed. The kind face of a young man slipped in front of her, and then many crooked faces with sinister smiles pressed at her viciously. She covered her face with her hands in fear, as if she was struggling with some terrible vision. Suddenly, a voice sounded in her ears, as if someone was saying, "Everything is predestined." You can't change it. An irresistible feeling of despair gripped her. She couldn't help but cry sadly.

Zhou's words rolled like beads. She said so much in one breath that it was hard to stop right away. Only now did she notice this unusual behavior of Ming Feng, and she also heard the tragic cry of the girl, she closed her mouth in shock and watched Ming Feng's actions attentively. She still couldn't understand why Ming Feng was so sad. But she had been touched by the girl's cry. She asked gently, "Mingfeng, what's wrong?" What are you crying about? ”

"Ma'am, I don't want to go!" A cry burst out of Ming Feng's mouth. "I'd rather be a girl in the mansion for the rest of my life, serving my wife, serving my miss, and serving my young master. …… Madam, I just beg you not to send me out, I haven't done enough in the mansion! …… I've only been doing it for eight years. …… Madam, I'm still young, please don't send me out. ……”

This situation touched Zhou's motherhood, which was rarely touched, and she said with a sad smile: "Originally, I was afraid that you would not be willing, but I really said that Old Lady Feng is too old, and you can be his granddaughter in terms of age." However, this is what the old lady meant, and I have to listen to him. But as long as you go over there and serve Mrs. Feng well, life will not be very sad, but it is better to marry a poor man, and you can't even take care of food and clothing. ……”

"Madam, I'd rather be cold and starving, I'm reluctant to be a little ...... for others" After Mingfeng spit out this sentence, she felt that her whole body strength was exhausted, she couldn't stand up, knelt down, grabbed Zhou's knee and begged: "Madam, please don't send me away, I am willing to be a girl in the mansion for the rest of my life." I am willing to serve you for the rest of my life. …… Have pity on me, madam, I'm young! …… You can beat me or scold me, just don't send me to Feng's house. …… I'm afraid, I'm afraid to live that kind of life. …… Madam, please have mercy on me. …… Madam, I can't go! As she said this, a greater sorrow overwhelmed her, and she felt that something was rushing up from the bottom of her heart, and countless miserable words reached her throat and were swallowed by her, and her mouth was already blocked by something. She couldn't say another word, she just cried quietly, and the more she cried, the more sad she became, and she felt that she had to cry her heart out to be happy.

Zhou's crying was caused by Mingfeng's heart. She also felt sad when she saw the girl who knelt in front of her and lay her head on her lap and wept mourning. At this time, her motherhood was completely touched. She didn't push Ming Feng away, but gently stroked Ming Feng's hair with her hand, and said lovingly: "I also know that you are too young, and to be honest, I don't want to send you to the Feng family." …… However, this is what the old lady promised. He said that he would do what he wanted, how dare I, as a daughter-in-law, disobey? …… There is no way to do it now. In any case, you must go to the first year of junior high school. …… Don't cry, it's useless to cry. …… In fact, when you go to the Feng family, you will have a good life. Don't be afraid, for those who are kind will be rewarded in the end. …… Get up and go back to sleep. ”

The tighter Ming Feng hugged Zhou's legs, she felt that only these legs could save her at this time. In her last desperate end, she cried out, "Madam, are you really unwilling to save me? Don't you pity me at all? …… Help me, I'd rather die than go to Feng's house! She raised her head and put her tear-stained face into Zhou's eyes, and she took one of her wife's hands and pleaded, "Madam, help me." "The voice was very miserable.

Zhou couldn't stop shaking his head and said sadly: "There is really no way to think about it now. I can't let you go myself. The old lady's words, even I dare not disobey. …… Get up and go to sleep. As she spoke, she broke away and pulled Mingfeng's shoulder.

Mingfeng silently asked Zhou to pull her up. She stood in front of Zhou blankly, feeling as if she was in a dream. She stood for a moment. And he looked in all directions, and the surroundings were gloomy. Her crying stopped. She was still sobbing. Finally she stopped sobbing. She tried her best to hold back her sorrow, pulled up the bottom of her shirt and wiped her tears, and said in a cold, but still bleak voice: "Madam, I listen to you......" She wanted to say something, but when she saw Zhou standing up tiredly, she heard Zhou say, "Okay, as long as you are willing to be obedient, I will be relieved." She knew that if she stayed here any longer, it would be in vain. She is already familiar with her wife's temper. She said listlessly, "Madam, I'm going to sleep," and slowly moved out of her room. She pressed her hand to her chest, she was afraid that her heart would burst. Zhou saw Mingfeng go out, looked at her back and sighed twice. Zhou was very sympathetic to Ming Feng at this time, feeling pain because he couldn't help her. But after an hour, the wife forgot about the girl again.

There was only darkness in the patio. Mingfeng couldn't see a single figure. A dim light came out of Juehui's room. She wanted to go back to the servant's room to sleep, but she was lured by the light and walked lightly to Juehui's window. The three glass windows were covered by white screen curtains, and the light leaked through the pores, casting beautiful patterns on the ground. The curtains, the glass windows, the room, were now very lovely before her eyes. She stood on the stone steps in front of the window without blinking, looking up at the white screen curtains. She didn't make a sound, lest she alarm the people inside. After some time, the white screen curtains gradually took on an ethereal color and became more beautiful. In the blur there appeared beautiful figures, men and women, beautifully dressed and with a very lofty attitude. They walked past her, looked at her with contempt, and then turned sharply and walked away. Suddenly, the person she missed appeared in the crowd, and he cast a kind glance on her face. He stood still, as if to speak to her, but a crowd of people suddenly crowded in from behind him, squeezing him out. She looked for him attentively, but the white curtains in front of her silently covered everything in the room. She couldn't see anything else. She approached the window and tried to reach out, but the ledge was too high for her head to reach. She tried twice, but to no avail, and took a few steps back in despair. Without paying attention, she touched her hand to the window panel, making a low noise, and then there was a cough in the room, which was the man's voice. She realized that he hadn't slept yet. She hoped that he would go to the window and lift the curtains to see her, where she waited. Inside, however, there was silence, save for the extremely low sound of the pen falling on the paper. She went and knocked twice on the window, hoping that he would hear it. But this time he only made two or three noises inside, as if moving a chair, and then the sound of the pen was more diligent. She knew that tapping was useless, and when she had to knock again, she was afraid of alarming others. for he dwelt in this house with his brother. However, with the last hope, she walked to the window again, knocked lightly three times, and whispered again: "Third Young Master", then took two steps back and stood quietly. She thought he would show up this time. But after some time, there was still no movement, but the sound of writing was more urgent. Then she heard him put down his pen and say to himself in a surprised voice, "Why is it two o'clock?" …… There will be classes at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. ......" and the sound of the pen began again.

She stood there stupidly, knowing that it was useless for her to knock again, that he would not hear. She didn't resent him, she loved him even more. His two words still rippled in her ears, and to her, they sounded better than music. She silently recalled these two sentences, and she felt that he was right by her side, lively, warm, as usual. Suddenly another thought came to her mind, and she thought that he needed a woman to love him, to take care of him, to serve him. She also knew that there was no one in this world who loved him as much as she did, and she was really willing to do anything for him. However, at the same time, she knew that there was a wall between her and him, and now people were going to send her to Feng's house, and it would not be long, just three days later. At that time, she became a member of the Feng family. She never had a chance to see him again. No matter how she is insulted and wails, he will not know, and he will not come to save her. Separation, permanent separation, this situation is more embarrassing than death. She felt that such a life was worth nostalgia. When she said to her wife, "I'd rather die than go to Feng's house", she didn't threaten her wife with this sentence, she did think of the word "death". The eldest lady taught her that the word "death" is the only way out for a thin woman, and she believes in this very much.

A long sigh in the room woke her from her tumultuous thoughts. She looked desolate in all directions. There was silence and no sound around, and there was no light in the dark drunkenness. She suddenly remembered that there had been a similar scene a few months ago, when he was outside the window and she was in the room. And what was rumored back then is now true. She reminisced about that night. She remembered his attitude towards her, and remembered what she had said to him: "I swear against you, I will never ...... with anyone," and her heart seemed to be wrenched and pierced by something, and the pain was terrible, and her eyes were wet with tears again. The lights in the room caressed her eyes lovingly. She looked at the light with greedy eyes, and a desire gradually seized her. She wanted to run into the room and kneel before him, crying out to him about her pain, and begging him to save her from her misfortune. She was willing to be his slave forever, to love him, and to serve him.

She decided she was going to run in. However...... It was pitch black in front of me. The lights in the room suddenly went out. Her eyes widened, but she couldn't see anything. She couldn't pull her feet, and stood alone in the darkness. Relentless darkness enveloped from all sides. It was a few moments before she lifted her feet and walked slowly back to her room. Nothing exists along the way. She fumbled in the dark, and it took her a long time before she reached her room, pushed open the half-hidden door and entered.

A large flower was formed on the tile oil lamp, which made the faint light even darker. There were shadows everywhere in the house. On either side of the plank beds lay some corpse-like bodies. The rough snoring sound came from the bed of the obese sister-in-law Zhang, hitting everywhere, looking terrible. Ming Feng was taken aback as soon as he entered the door, and quickly stood up, cheering up and looking around. She lazily walked over to the table and pulled the wick outward, removing the spark. Immediately the room was much brighter. She was about to undress, when suddenly a sorrow overwhelmed her, and she threw herself on the bed and cried, her head pressed tightly against the quilt, and in a few moments the bedding became wet. The more she thought about it, the sadder she became. Later, her crying woke up Lao Huang's mother. Old Huang's mother asked in a voice that was not very clear: "Mingfeng, what are you crying about?" She didn't answer, but cried. Lao Huang's mother persuaded her twice, turned over and fell asleep again, leaving Mingfeng alone to cry sadly, crying until she fell into a dream.

From the next day, Ming Feng's attitude changed completely. She doesn't show a smile all day, she is listless in her work, and she is afraid of approaching people. When she saw a person, she immediately suspected that her affairs had been known to that person, and she saw a look of contempt or ridicule on that person's face, and she quickly avoided it. When she saw two or three maids or servants, talking together, she suspected that they (or they) were talking about her. "Auntie", "little wife", "little", these words seem to be spoken everywhere, and even the owners talked about it later. She seemed to hear the fifth master say to someone: "What a Peugeot girl, it's a pity to give the old man to be his aunt's wife for nothing." Another time she seemed to hear the fat sister-in-law Zhang say disdainfully in the kitchen: "Bah, make a dead old man a little at a young age." I won't do it if I have any more money! Everywhere she heard this kind of scolding. She didn't dare to go anywhere, except for two meals a day, and the rest of the time she hid either in her room or in the garden. Sometimes Wan'er, Qian'er or Xi'er come to talk to her. But they were also very busy, and they could only sneak out a little time to visit her and comfort her. Lao Huang's mother talked to her gently. She didn't wait for Lao Huang's mother to finish speaking, and ran away under the pretext. She was afraid to listen to things like self-discipline and resignation to fate.

In the past two days, Ming Feng really wanted to find Juehui and talk to him about her. She was always waiting for this opportunity. Lately, however, Brother Juehui seems to have been busier than ever, going out to school early in the morning and returning late in the afternoon, having dinner at home, and then going out again immediately, often not returning home until nine or ten o'clock, and when they returned, they were locked in their rooms to write articles and read. It was rare for her to see Juehui, and even if the two met, it was just a glance of pity from him, looking at her gently, or smiling at her, but rarely saying a few words to her. Naturally, these are also expressions of love. She felt that his busyness was justified, and although she was a little distant from her because of it, she didn't blame him.

However, she only had two days. So short! She had to talk to Jue Hui once and tell him about her pain to see what he had to say. In any case, she had to consult with him. However, he didn't seem to know anything about it, and he didn't give her such a chance. There are no traces of him in the garden. She could only see him at lunchtime, but he put down his rice bowl and hurried away, and she didn't have time to catch up and speak. He came home late in the evening. It is impossible to find the opportunity to talk and laugh with him like before.

The thirtieth finally arrived. There are not too many people in Mingfeng's mansion who know about it, and Juehui doesn't know at all, because: first, there was an accident in their weekly newspaper outside, and he used all his energy to deal with this matter, so he didn't have the heart to take care of the family's affairs; Second, when he was at home, he was also busy writing articles or reading, and he didn't have the opportunity to hear others talk about Mingfeng.

The 30th day seemed to Juehui to be the last day of the month, but in Mingfeng it was the last day of her life, and her fate was to be decided on this day: to be separated from him forever, or to stay with him forever. In reality, however, the latter hope is very slim. She knows it herself. Naturally, she was full of hope that he would come and save her, so that she would stay with him forever; But between the two of them lay a wall that could not be knocked down, so that they could not get close. That's the difference in identity. She knows. She used to say to him in the garden, "No, no...... I don't have that kind of life", she already knew this. Although he promised to marry her, the old lady, the ladies, and all the people in the mansion were all separated between the two of them, what could he do? Under the order of the old lady, there is no way for even the wife now, let alone him as a grandson? Her fate seems to have been decided, irretrievable. However, she could not give up the last hope, she could not willingly go to the road of destruction without a trace of nostalgia. She still wants to live, and she wants to live well. She wants to seize any hope. It was as if she was deceiving herself, because she knew that there was no hope left, and that she could not have it.

On this day, she waited with a trembling heart to meet Juehui. However, when Juehui returned, it was already nine o'clock in the evening. She walked under his window and heard the voice of his brother talking, and she felt timid. She wandered there, not daring to go in, but she could not bear to go away, for if she missed the opportunity again that night, she would never see him again, whether in life or in death.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps in the house, and she knew that someone had come out, so she ducked into the corner, and sure enough, she saw a dark shadow flash out of it. This is Kyaw Min. She saw him go away, and hurried into the room.

Jue Hui was writing under the electric light with her head buried in her head, and he didn't look up when he heard her footsteps, and he couldn't tell who was walking. He only focused on writing.

Ming Feng saw that he didn't look up, so he walked to the table and called timidly but gently, "Third Young Master." ”

"Mingfeng, is that you?" He looked up in surprise and smiled at her. "What's the matter?"

"I want to see you......" she said, her two melancholy eyes staring blankly at his smiling face. Before she could finish her sentence, he continued:

"Do you blame me for not talking to you these days? Do you think I'm ignoring you? He smiled gently, "No, don't be suspicious. You see, I've been really busy these days, and I have to read books, write articles, and other things. He pointed to a large pile of manuscripts, a few magazines and a stack of manuscript paper in front of him and said, "You see I'm as busy as an ant." …… Two more days will be fine, and I'll be done with all these things, two more days. …… I promise you, in two more days. ”

"Two more days......," she said in despair, as if she did not understand their meaning, and then asked blankly, "in two more days?" ……”

"Yes," he said with a smile, "in two days, I'll be done." Just wait two days. In two days, I'm going to talk to you about a lot of things. He buried his head again and went to write.

"Third Young Master, I want to say a few words to you. ......" she tried to hold back her tears and not cry out loud.

"Mingfeng, don't you see me so busy?" He said briefly, then looked up. Seeing the tears shining in her eyes, he immediately relented. He reached out and squeezed her hand, stood up again, and asked with concern, "Have you suffered any grievances?" Don't be upset. He really wanted to throw away the manuscript paper in front of him and take her out into the garden to comfort her. However, he immediately remembered the article to be handed over tomorrow morning, and the struggle of the weekly newspaper, so he changed his mind and said: "Bear with me, and we will discuss it well in two days, and I will certainly help you." I'll look for you tomorrow, and now you'll let me do things quietly. After he finished speaking, he put down her hand, and saw that she was still looking at him with expectant eyes, and he had a burst of emotional impulse, and he couldn't even tell himself why, he suddenly held her face, kissed her lightly on the mouth, and smiled at her again. He returned to his seat, looked up at her again, then buried his head, picked up the pen and went on with his work. But his heart was still pounding, because it was the first time he had kissed her.

Ming Feng didn't say a word, she stood there dementedly. She didn't even know what she was thinking or feeling at this point. She gently stroked her lips, the first time he kissed her. After a while she muttered again, "Two more days......"

At this time, there was a whistle outside, and Juehui raised her head again to urge Mingfeng: "Go quickly, the second young master is here." ”

Mingfeng seemed to have woken up from a dream, and her face immediately changed. Her lips moved slightly, but she didn't say anything. Her very gentle and slightly melancholy eyes glanced at him nostalgically, and suddenly her eyes flashed, tears flowed down, and a voice burst out of her mouth: "Third Young Master." "The voice was unusually miserable. Jue Hui looked up in amazement, only to see her back disappear outside the door.

"What a woman's psychology is strange," he said to himself with a sigh, before burying his head in writing.

Juemin walked into the room and asked in the first sentence: "Did Mingfeng come just now?" ”

"Yes," Juehui replied simply after a while. He was still writing, and he didn't look at Juemin.

"She didn't look like a girl at all, she was smart, she was beautiful, and she could read and write. It's a pity! ......," Juemin sighed to himself.

"What do you say? What do you pity about? Juehui put down the pen and asked in surprise.

"You don't know? Mingfeng is about to get married. ”

"Mingfeng is getting married! Which one says? I don't believe it! She's so young! ”

"Grandpa gave her to Feng Leshan as his aunt's wife."

"Feng Leshan? I don't believe it! Wasn't he an important member of the Confucian church? He's sixty years old, and he's still begging for a little wife? ”

"Have you forgotten that last year, several of them published the Liyuan list, and ordered Xiaodan Xue Yueqiu to be the champion, and was scolded by Fang Jishun of the high school on "Student Tide"? Their kind of people can do everything, and they are gentlemen and celebrities in their own province. Tomorrow will be the day he picks up. I really feel sorry for Mingfeng. She's only seventeen years old! ”

"Why didn't I know? …… Oh, I've heard that before, why can't I remember anything about it? Jue Hui shouted, and he immediately stood up and walked outside, grabbing his hair as hard as he could, his whole body trembling terribly.

"Tomorrow!" "Marry!" "Be an aunt's wife!" "Feng Leshan!" The words were like many leather whips hitting Jue Hui's head one after another, and he felt that his head was about to break. He walked out the door, and a miserable cry rang out in his ears. Suddenly, he saw that there was a dark world in front of him. It was so quiet that it was as if all living things had died. Where is he going in this vast world? He wandered. He grabbed his hair and beat his chest, but none of them could calm his heart. A thought began to torment him. It dawned on him that he understood. She had just come to him to ask him for help in her dying agony. Because she believed in his love and because she loved him, she ran to him to ask him to keep his promise, to ask him to protect her, and to save her from Feng Leshan's hands. But what did he give her? He didn't give at all. Help, sympathy, mercy, he did not give at all. He refused to even listen to her complaint and sent her away. Now she's gone, forever. Tomorrow night in the arms of the old man, she will mourn the destruction of her youth, and at the same time she will curse the man who deceived her of the love of the pure maiden and sent her into the jaws of the tiger. The thought was too terrible for him to bear.

Go, and he must go to her, to atone for himself.

He walked to the door of the servant's room and gently pushed it open. It was pitch black in the house. He gently called "Mingfeng" twice, but no one answered. Did she just go to bed? He couldn't go in and wake her up, for there were still a few maids asleep there. He went back into the house, but could not sit down quietly, and immediately went out again. He went to the door of the servant's room again, and gently pushed it open, but heard only the snoring in the room. He walked into the garden, walked in the plum forest for a long time in the dark, and he called out loudly: "Ming Feng", but could not hear an answer. The first few times he touched the plum branch, his face was bloody, and he didn't feel any pain. Finally he walked back to his room in despair. He saw the room begin to move around him......

In fact, the woman he was looking for at this time was not in the servant's room, but in the garden.

Mingfeng came out of Juehui's room, and she knew that this time it was really the same: there was no hope at all. She didn't resent him, she loved him even more. And she believed that he still loved her as much as he had ever been. Her lips were still hot, which he had just kissed; Her hand was still hot, as he had just pinched. This proved his love, but at the same time it showed that she was about to lose his love to the terrible old man. She would never see him again. The long years to come are only tortures with no end. What is there to be nostalgic for in this loveless world? She finally made up her mind.

She didn't go back to her room, but kept going out into the garden. She groped along the way, and it took a lot of effort to get to her destination, the lakeside. The lake glows in the dark, and the sound of fish on the surface of the water is occasional. She stood there blankly, thinking about the past. Scene by scene of his relationship with her reappeared in her mind. Gradually, she was able to discern things in the dark. Grass and trees, dimly revealed before her eyes, became very cute, and at the same time she knew that she was about to part with it all. The world is so still. People are sleeping. And yet they are all alive. All of them were alive, and she was the only one who was going to die. All she can remember about the past seventeen years is beating, scolding, shedding tears, serving others, and the love she is now martyred. She enjoys less than others in life, and now at such a young age, she is the first to leave this world. Tomorrow, all people have tomorrow, but in front of her there is a darkness, and that and there is darkness that goes on until infinity, and there is no tomorrow there. Yes, there is never a tomorrow in her life. Tomorrow, when the birds sing on the branches, and when the morning sun stains the treetops yellow, and when countless pearls are scattered on the water, she will never be able to see it all. She thought, how lovely it all is, how lovely the world is. She never hurt anyone. Like other girls, she has a beautiful face, a smart heart, and a flesh-and-blood body. Why do people simply ravage her, hurt her, don't give her a gentle glance, don't give her a sympathetic heart, and no one even comes to give her a sigh of pity! She accepted all the calamities obediently, and she did not complain. Later, she was finally comforted, given pure, masculine love, and found the hero she admired. She was satisfied. But his love could not save her, but added some painful memories to her. His love, which had allowed her many wonderful dreams, had now thrown her into the abyss of darkness. She loves life, she loves everything, but the façade of life closes her, leaving her only that depraved road. As she thought of this, the path stretched visibly before her eyes, and she looked at her body with horror. Although she couldn't see clearly in the dark, she knew that her body was innocent. As if someone was coming to cast her body down the path of depravity, she could not help but caress it with regret and pity. That's when she made up her mind. She didn't hesitate any longer. She looked intently at the calm water. She was going to throw herself into the crystal clear water, which was a good place to stay, and she would die with an innocent body. She's going to jump into the lake.

Suddenly, she stood again. She thought she couldn't just die like this, she should at least see him again, tell him what was on her mind, and maybe he had a way to save it. She felt his kiss still burning on her lips, his face still rippling in front of her eyes. She loved him so much that she couldn't afford to lose him. In life, all she gets is his love. Isn't that something she has the right to either? Why is it that all the people are still alive and that she should leave this world at such a young age? One by one, these questions swirled in her mind. At the same time, a picture of paradise appeared vaguely in front of her eyes, where many rich girls of her age frolicked, laughed, and enjoyed. She knew that it was not an illusion, that there were such happy women everywhere in that infinite world, that there was such a paradise everywhere, and yet now she had to cut off her young life here. At this time, no one shed a single tear of sympathy for her, or sent her a word or two of comfort. She died, but it was not a loss to the world, to the mansion, and people quickly forgot about her, as if she had never existed. "Is my existence so lonely?" She thought, her heart filled with grief that she had nowhere to confide. Tears clouded her eyes again. She felt that she had no strength left, so she sat down and sat down on the ground. There seemed to be someone in her ear calling "Mingfeng" one after another, and she knew that it was his voice, so she stopped crying and listened attentively. There was silence all around, and all the voices of the world were dead. She listened quietly, hoping to hear the same cry again, but for a long, long time, there was no movement. She got it perfectly. He could not come to her. There will always be a wall separating the two of them. He belongs to another environment. He has his future, he has his career. She couldn't hold him, she couldn't get in his way, she couldn't hold him by her side forever. She should have given up on him. His presence is more important than hers. She couldn't let him sacrifice everything he had to save her. She should have gone, and in his life she should have gone permanently. Thinking like this, she made up her final decision. She felt another pang of heartache. She clenched her chest tightly. She still sat there, looking at everything in the darkness with a nostalgic eye. She was still thinking. All she could think about was him. She thought, a bleak smile on her face, but there were tears in her eyes.

Finally, she stood up lazily, and called out twice in an extremely gentle and poignant voice: "Third Young Master, Juehui," and jumped into the lake.

The calm water was disturbed, and there was a loud noise in the lake, which rippled in the still night air for a long time. Then there were two or three more wails on the water, and although they were low, their miserable aftermath permeated the night. Soon the surface of the water returned to calm after a violent commotion. But the air was still filled with the aftermath of mourning, as if the whole garden was crying in a low voice.

[Note 1] Small: that is, the little wife.