Bai Hansheng's rule is that he will not let the woman be sober and be friendly with him.

Therefore, before Ah Mushroom stepped into the Tibetan Wind Pavilion, An Sheng handed over a bowl of thick and black medicine.

Ah Mushroom has been serving Bai Hansheng for many years, and he has become accustomed to this thing, and after serving the medicine bowl and drinking it all, someone brought a sedan chair. Xiangtong helped her sit in the sedan chair.

"Girl, don't worry." The effect of the medicine has come up, and Ah Mushroom feels a little dizzy. An Sheng pinched the back of her hand on one side, "When the girl wakes up, the world will be much more interesting." ”

Ah Mushroom didn't know what Ansheng meant by funny.

She just thought something was too weird.

Drowsy.

When the medicinal effect came up, there was only black and white doping in the world of mushrooms.

Before she could see the sound of Bai Han, she completely fainted.

When Mushroom woke up from the chaos, he found himself in a strange place.

She had been to the Tibetan Wind Pavilion many times, and she felt that it seemed to be a little different from the house in the Tibetan Wind Pavilion where she usually lived.

She looked around and noticed that the furnishings in the room were somewhat familiar.

At this moment, it was dusk and sunset, she was lying naked on the bed, the white cold voice had already left, only the red marks on her body showed that the man had just tossed Guo her too hard.

Mushroom lay on the bed, the afterglow of the setting sun leaking through the window to her body.

She rolled over in pain and lay on her side against the window, reaching out to catch the leaking sunset.

Suddenly, she noticed a string of fish bells hanging from the window.

The small fish in the paper stack are filled with fine iron filings, and when the wind blows, the iron filings will make a creaking sound when they collide.

The sound was uncommon, and Mushroom couldn't believe it, so he got out of bed and ran to the window and ripped the string of fish bells off.

The fish bones were spread out in his hands, the paper had turned yellow, and the traces of pen and ink on it were still very clear.

- Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling.

Eight small fish, each with a mention on it.

The eight characters are all in Shen Zizheng's handwriting.

Ah Mushroom still remembers that in the spring of that year, Shen Zizheng came back from the school, she sewed and mended his clothes by the window, and he smiled and took out this string of fish bells from his sleeve and said it was a gift for her.

Shen Zizheng is not a man who knows how to please women, he was born poor, has an elderly mother at home, several unmarried sisters, and a younger brother who has not yet reached the end of his life.

When Ah Mushroom married him, he was sewing the most difficult years of his family, he couldn't eat enough and didn't have enough clothes every day, and all the expenses of Shen Zizheng in the school hall were all earned by Ah Mushroom at home day and night for washing people's clothes.

The winter is cold, and the hands of the mushrooms are cracked and there is no good meat.

When Shen Zizheng gave the fish bell to her, she laughed and blamed him for wasting money, but Shen Zizheng said that he made it himself.

At that time, the family was poor, and such a simple gift also made Ah Mushroom happy for half a year.

It's just this thing - I don't know which year it was burned by Shen Zizheng's aunt as a loser, why did it appear here?

Ah Mushroom pinched the fish bell in his hand, and no longer regarded this tattered thing as a treasure, but crushed it with hatred.

She pushed open the window and saw the view of the courtyard.

His eyes froze.

The three or five red plum trees in the yard are still blooming, the goose-feathered snow has stopped, a thick layer of snow is piled up on the eaves at the corner of the house, and the towering persimmon tree on the east side of the yard is crushed by the snow, and the crisp sound of the branch breaking broke into the ears of Ah Mushroom in the silence, making her eyes suddenly burst into tears.

The next moment, his body trembled uncontrollably.

What is this place?

Why is it exactly the same as the decoration in the small courtyard in the countryside where she and Shen Zizheng lived?

The red plum trees in the yard were planted half a year after she and Shen Zizheng got married, and they bloomed enthusiastically every year.

On the day of planting the tree, it was late autumn, the leaves of the persimmon tree had fallen off, and the bare branches had wind to pass through, she was slapped by her mother-in-law because she made white-flour steamed buns without authorization, and she was sadly hiding at the root of the wall to wipe her tears, and Shen Zizheng suddenly picked up a lump of black roots from the outside.

He was not good at words, and he didn't say a few words when he knew that Ah Mushroom was beaten and scolded by his mother, but he just turned around and coaxed Ah Mushroom to laugh with gadgets.

That autumn day is very long, and that time is very short.

Ah Mushroom looked at the courtyard stupidly, it seemed that there was also Shen Zizheng, he was wearing a white-washed green cloth clothes, his hair was tied on the top of his head, and there was a smell of green soaphorn on his body.

Now thinking of the poor and sour taste, Ah Mushroom only felt a burst of nausea in his heart.

Ignoring that he was only wearing a plain white belly pocket, Ah Mushroom threw himself at the door, pushed open the door and slammed into the snow in the courtyard.

In the ice and snow, she moved naked and barefoot to the bottom of those red plum trees.

The cold wind blew past her, and the severe pain was like encountering Ling Chi again.

She climbed under the red plum trees, curled up naked and sat down against the trunks, because the movement violently alarmed the snow of a tree, the snow fell down in a torrent, and the crimson petals also fell, just like the virgin blood that fell on the white cloth on that night in the year of marriage.

The more vivid the color, the more dazzling it is.

She hurts.

She shuddered.

She gave all the best things in her life to Shen Zizheng.

Innocence and love.

She thought that Shen Zizheng would cherish it, at least look at her more when she wanted to abandon her, and let her and the child in her belly have a way to live with a little pity. If he didn't kill them all, why would he be in such a filthy state!

Ah Mushroom hated, she reached out and broke the branch of the red plum fiercely, and then trampled the bright red color into the dirt.

Such a hypocritical red, she shouldn't look at it too much!

And at this moment, the door of the courtyard "creaked".