Thorn Shi handed the Pak knife in his hand to the manservant who followed him, and then walked to the bedroom with his hands behind his back. The maid hurriedly followed behind, and when she arrived at the door, she saw two maids sitting on a stool under the porch under the door, talking softly.

Cao Tingshi nodded slightly and asked, "Is Madam up?" ”

The two maids glanced at each other and quickly shook their heads.

A maid whispered, "Maybe it's cold today, and Madame hasn't gotten up yet." The hot quilt is comfortable, and if I don't have to get up to take care of affairs, I can't bear to warm the quilt. As he spoke, he laughed, but when he saw Chao Thorn Shi's gloomy face, he quickly restrained his smile and lowered his head.

Cao Tingshi said: "I'll go in and have a look, try not to alarm her." If she feels sleepy, it's good to get a little more sleep. At this time in the past, she had already gotten up, but now she hasn't gotten up yet, isn't it because she is sick? ”

Thorn Shi seemed to be talking to himself, thinking that it was possible that the lady had fallen ill, but he had not yet found out, his heart tightened, lifted the curtain, tiptoed, walked in, and walked through the outer room where the maid lived in front of him. There is also a thick curtain leading to the inside, which forms a partition and helps to keep warm.

When he opened the curtain of the inner room and went in, he found that the curtain on his wife's embroidered bed was still tightly covered, so he walked to the bed, gently opened the curtain a crack, and looked inside.

I saw the lady lying with her face facing sideways, and her hair was scattered on the big red brocade quilt.

Although Madame was nearly fifty years old, there was not even a single white hair in her hair, it was still black and green, and it was shiny.

Her hair was what Madame was most proud of, and of course, her baby-like skin. It also made Thorn Shi nostalgic, although at this moment, because of the cold, the quilt was pulled up, covering almost the entire face, and her tender skin could not be seen. But Cao Jianshi can imagine what kind of spring it is.

His wife likes to sleep naked, and feels that it is particularly comfortable to stretch her body freely in the quilt, and the body that is bound by clothes during the day is stretched under the brocade quilt at night, and she really doesn't want to wear it anymore.

Cao Tingshi remembered his wife's concave and delicate body, and his heart was budding, and he hadn't been intimate with his wife for some days, because the disaster relief had kept him busy, and he didn't have time to take care of the fun of husband and wife's intercourse.

He glanced back at the maid who had followed. The maid withdrew, and closed the curtain of the door, so he gently lifted the curtain, sat down on the edge of the bed, reached in, and touched the lady's beautiful ketone body.

However, I always felt that something was wrong at the beginning. It was as if I had touched the dead bark of a tree that had been exposed to the sun for many years.

He couldn't help but be stunned, and thought that Madame had put something else in the quilt. But. The shape felt in the hand is indeed the lady's fragrant shoulder.

What's going on?

His hand slid over his shoulders and touched the high bulge in his chest, which had been his favorite place before. His wife has a pair of proud twin peaks, tall and rounded, full of elasticity. But now. His hand slid to the place where it should have been bulging and rounded, but he touched a flat bag, which seemed to have been drunk more than half of the water, shriveled, and completely devoid of the smooth and tender feeling of a baby before. It was the feel of the dead bark that had been exposed to the sun for many days, which made him surprised.

He carefully grasped the edge of the quilt and slowly lifted it.

Looking at the place, where is still the delicate and delicate skin of his wife, but completely the skin of a seventy or eighty-year-old old woman with a wrinkled face. However, judging from the size of the body, there is no doubt that she is his wife.

Feng Tingshi was dumbfounded, and he blinked fiercely, for fear that his eyes were dazzled.

However, when I looked closely, it was still the old skin. The proud body of the lady who is in love with her heart has left like a spring dream.

"Madam, ma'am, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Tingshi's voice trembled, and as he shook his wife's shoulder with his hand, he heard his wife mutter. His voice also became old and hoarse, and he slowly turned around and looked at Thorn Shi: "Master......"

Feng Tingshi looked at it like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and the whole person was stupid.

The delicate face that used to be like a young woman like a flower and jade has now far exceeded her actual age, and she has become an old woman with an old age. The wrinkles were like ravines under a rainstorm, and the rough skin was covered with age spots. A pair of eyes turned out to be fascinated by death, but now they have become dim and unfocused. As he opened his mouth to speak, the small white shell teeth also turned dark yellow and discolored, and two were missing.

The woman sensed that something was wrong from the horrified gaze of the assassin, so she struggled to sit up and said, "Master, what's the matter?" ”

As soon as she said this, she felt something foreign in her mouth. As soon as he lowered his head, he spit out two yellow teeth, which were still bloodshot.

Madame stared blankly at the two teeth in her palm, as if she couldn't believe her eyes. The orchid-like palms had turned into dull yellow, dry bark.

He flipped his hand over, and the two teeth in his palm fell limply on the quilt. He saw a few green tendons on the back of his hand climbing like earthworms.

Mrs. Thorn's mouth was wide open, but she couldn't make a sound. Because his gaze moved to the pair of twin peaks that he was proud of. It was found that the pair of proud twin peaks had collapsed into a shriveled bag of rice.

Her hands trembled like branches in the wind, grabbed the corner of the quilt, slowly lifted it, and saw the originally flat and smooth lower abdomen, which was now bulging and bulging, like a woman who had been pregnant for several months, but the bulging little belly was full of wrinkles, one by one like a ravine on the face, and the skin was dry, as if it had been dry for more than ten years.

Mrs. Thorn's mouth slowly opened wide, and it opened wider and wider, until it was too big to be any bigger, and then she let out a desperate and hysterical scream:

Ahh

This cry was so terrible and desperate that Cao Jianshi was so frightened that he stood up suddenly, and brought the curtain hanging behind him, and with this pull, the pole was broken, and half of the curtain collapsed and covered his wife's head.

But the hysterical screams did not stop there, but became more and more poignant, and there was not even a stop in between. Thorn Shi couldn't have imagined that Madame would be able to let out such a long scream without breathing.

From this, he could also appreciate how strong the despair in Madame's heart was.

He immediately cried out in panic: "Madame! Madam! ”

As he screamed, he tore open the collapsed curtain in a haphazard manner, and at last, he saw again the old age spotted face of the lady and his cloudy eyes that were terrified and desperate to the extreme.

Cao Tingshi was frightened, and looked at his wife blankly, if it weren't for the hair that was still green and black and shiny, and the lovely black mole on the jade peak on his left chest, and the vaguely recognizable appearance of his face, which could also show the charming face of this star, he would hardly dare to recognize that this was his flower-like lady.

Why did Madame keep her delicate as a young woman for fifty years, and only last night and overnight, she was as old as an old woman in her twilight years, like the bark of a pine tree on a mountain cliff that has been weathered? What's going on?

Mrs. Thorn's long screams finally stopped. Her trembling hand slowly reached out to her face to rub the wrinkles of the ravine, and suddenly, she screamed hysterically: "Mirror! Give me the mirror! ”

The lady's screams frightened several maids outside the house, and they rushed in. But they were stunned by what they saw, and they stayed there all the time, not knowing what to do.

On the contrary, Cao Tingshi reacted, he hurriedly sat on the edge of the bed, reached out to hold his wife's palm as terrible as dead bark, and said, "Madam, don't worry, I'll go find Lang Zhong." ”

"Mirror, I want mirror!"

Madame's voice was full of hysterical crying, and she shook off Cao Tingshi's hand fiercely, struggling to climb out of bed.

The maid finally reacted, rushed over and picked up the polished bronze mirror from the dresser, and walked quickly to the bedside, wanting to hand it over, but she was afraid that this would be more irritating to the lady, and she didn't know what to do for a while.

Madame had already snatched the bronze mirror, but she did not dare to put it in front of her to take a picture. Instead, she hugged her tightly in her arms, and her old eyes slowly lifted up and looked at the three maids, looking for the truth of this terrible situation from their eyes.

And she saw the truth in the eyes of these people. He understands that everything is not a dream.

She shuddered, and finally slowly lifted the bronze mirror. Little by little, her head and face began to appear in the bronze mirror. First the chin, then the shriveled mouth, the wrinkled, the sunken cheeks, the cheekbones, and then the desperate eyes. The eyelids are full of wrinkles, extending to the corners of the eyes, and then, like an alluvial plain, spread out like a ravine.

Madame stared blankly at herself in the bronze mirror, one of her hands slowly stretched out to her face, rubbing, hoping that under this touch she could regain her white and smooth appearance like a young woman. When she realized that everything was impossible, she slammed the bronze mirror to the ground, covered her face, and fell weakly on the bed.

Thorn Shi finally regained his composure, he reached out and patted his wife's sack-like wrinkled back, turned back to the maid and said sharply, "What the hell is going on?" How could Madame have changed like this? ”

The maid was so frightened that she quickly knelt on the ground. I don't know what to say for a while.

It was still the maid Ziju who carried the water who was bolder, and said: "Back to the master, the lady was fine last night, and she slept about two watches, and a few of us served the lady and took off her makeup, and there was nothing to do." Last night, Madame slept soundly and didn't get up all night, and we really don't know what happened, and suddenly Madame would grow old like this. (To be continued.) )