"The night before, I brought two sleeping children here and begged the ancestors to guide me, but the ancestors wept in front of me, and I didn't know why she was crying, and I didn't know how to comfort her, so I sat quietly and waited for her to calm down. The ancestor has no substance, and tears are naturally not real tears, I saw her tears fall on Mulan's body, the ancestor's eyes have been staring at Mulan's hand, I broke her fingers, only to find that I don't know when, a red gong-shaped mark appeared between her fingers. ”

"I have also seen this mark between the fingers of the ancestors, and at that moment I understood that the ancestors had named the sacrifice for me, which was your child, Mulan."

I turned my head and saw my grandmother looking up at the ancestors dancing on the stage, and the sound of the gong was still as loud as before, as if a hammer was constantly hitting my skull, knocking what my grandmother said into my head, forcing me to understand the current fact that Mulan was the sacrifice of the white feather and green spirit clothes.

People are like this, no matter how much I care about the child Jingyao left by my sister, it is about Mulan, but I have selfish intentions. As long as the sacrifice does not leave the range of spiritual power where the magic weapon is located, then there will be nothing wrong with the sacrifice itself. But the appearance of my sister's death always appears in front of my eyes, I am afraid that the face of the old and dead body will be replaced by Mulan, she is only five years old, I have never restrained her, and I have also developed her free and easy nature to mess around, if she stays on Qiu Qing Island for the rest of her life, I am afraid...... She will repeat her sister's mistakes.

I still don't give up, the difference between the two children can be seen by everyone, the story that has been handed down for thousands of years has long shown that the sacrifice will be the best among the children of the generation, and why is there a deviation in their generation, "Grandmother, but Jingyao is obviously smarter than Mulan, how can the sacrifice be Mulan." ”

Grandmother looked at me at this time: "I heard that Jing Yao was very fond of sticking to you when you were pregnant, and after Mulan was born, she always loved to surround her." I think it should be the strong brother-sister relationship between these two children that caused the sacrifice to have a mutation, maybe the sacrifice was Jing Yao from the beginning, but because he always played with Mulan, he invisibly exchanged identities, or perhaps, the sacrifice was Mulan from the beginning, but Miaoqing is too good, and the children educated are naturally superior, which will lead to a deviation in our cognition. This thing is mysterious, and no one can tell why, but the red gong-shaped mark is ironclad evidence. ”

My grandmother gave me a mystery that I would never know the outcome, and I took my two children back to our small fishing village the next day, which was not far from Qiuqing Island, and it was also within the scope of the spiritual power of the magic weapon, and I would not be attacked by the magic weapon here.

And Mulan is like a bamboo shoot in early spring, and after the Spring Festival, people have grown a little taller.

After I learned that Mulan was a sacrifice, I always paid special attention to what happened to her every day, but I found that Mulan did not inherit the good luck of the sacrifice itself, just like an ordinary child, on the other hand, Jing Yao, in his peer generation, luck was surprisingly good, just like his mother at the beginning.

I feel a little unbalanced in my heart, Mulan is a sacrifice, and I need to bear the disadvantages of everything going wrong and dying prematurely if I leave the scope of the magic weapon's spiritual power, and the benefits of being a sacrifice that surpasses ordinary people's talents and luck are all taken up by Jing Yao, what is the reason.

I'm back on Qiuqing Island.

This time, I came alone and left the children in the care of my husband, and I had to find my grandmother and go to the ancestral hall again to ask the ancestor if her identification was wrong.

When she saw her ancestor again, she was still dancing the shocking Flood Dance, with black silk flying, and every strand of hair fluttering in a perfect arc, which complemented her dance.

"The Jiang family Biqiao came to bow and begged the ancestors to give the little girl guidance."

"Who is the sacrifice of the generation of Bai Yu Qing Lingyi?"

I knelt down and knocked my head three times on the ground as I had done before.

This time, the ancestor finally stopped the movement of her hand and looked at me, and the dragon that appeared on the white feather green spirit robe on her body also stopped moving, her eyes were stunned, and she stopped in place, as if she had lost all her life, and turned into the appearance of a dragon that was only embroidered, and no one could feel the power of shock at a glance.

She stepped off the stage and squatted down, her eyes were level with me, a cold wind blew, I only felt my scalp tingling, covered with cold sweat, we were very close, I could clearly see that her bare skin on the outside of her clothes was a kind of eerie white, and under the light of the yellowish candle flame beside her, it was still somewhat transparent.

She stared at me for a long time with her big black and white eyes that were insightful of the world, and then I remembered that my grandmother had told me that the ancestor was only a soul state that could be seen with the naked eye, and she couldn't speak, so how could I know from her mouth who Mulan and Jing Yao were the sacrifices of the white feather and green spirit clothes.

My eyes were a little red, and these days, I always tried to find evidence that Mulan was not a sacrifice, but in the end, it was a bamboo basket that was useless.

Tears flowed down like this, and the ancestor stretched out her hand to help me wipe it, but it passed through my head, and I felt a cold breath break into my skull, freezing all my nerves, and it hurt.

I was stunned, but I saw the ancestor walk up to the stage again, point to the shell in the corner, and look at me.

This is the shell that Mulan found on the beach, she was very happy to see that the shell was white and beautiful, and she usually liked to take it with her, but she was sad for a long time because of the loss of the shell these days.

I didn't understand the meaning of the ancestors' instructions to the shells, could it be that the sacrifice was Magnolia, all my conjectures were wrong.

She shook her head and showed me the thin slit between her fingers, there was indeed a red gong-shaped mark, but the shape was completely opposite to the one on Mulan's hand.

A fact is on the horizon.

The red mark on Mulan's hand appeared out of thin air after I fell unconscious, why did my grandmother come to the ancestor with her two children after I fell unconscious and beg her to identify her, why couldn't she join me, or did my grandmother bring her two children to the ancestor not to identify who was the sacrifice of the new generation, but to do something that I couldn't let me know.

That night, I went to look for my grandmother, but found that my grandmother, whom I hadn't seen for months, seemed to have a serious illness, weak and weak, and my mother was taking care of her.

When my grandmother saw me coming in a menacing manner, she seemed to understand my intentions, and closed her eyes, as if she didn't want to say anything more to me.

My mother stopped talking, stopped the fan in her hand, and took me out of my grandmother's room.

"I know why you came today, Mulan and Jing Yao are the treasures of our Jiang family, your grandmother will never harm them, she made a blood oath for Jing Yao in front of the ancestors, changed his identity, and transferred the body of the sacrifice to Mulan, but I didn't expect that the good luck of the sacrifice itself did not transfer to Mulan, grandmother knew that she felt guilty about Mulan, so she let those spells that could not leave Bai Yuqing's spiritual clothes too far to bring to herself, Yu Mulan, that is not the slightest damage."

"Grandmother, she is old, she will not leave Qiu Qingdao for half a step, she dreams day and night that your sister asks her in a dream to ask her for justice, she can't sleep day and night, her body naturally can't hold on, so she will come up with such a method, you don't blame her."

As she spoke, my mother thought of her deceased sister and stared at me with red eyes, so that I could not say anything.

What I'm most worried about is nothing more than what will happen to Mulan, and my grandmother blocked these for Mulan, but I have been secretly blaming her for being partial, and now that the truth is revealed, I am full of apologies.

The right or wrong of this matter, in my opinion, is the fault of my sister alone.

Since she has long been told that she can't go far away, and she still insists on going, she should bear the consequences if something happens, the disaster involves future generations, and she wants to pester her grandmother to solve Jingyao's matter......

The worship of my sister in my heart fell directly from the clouds to the ground, and she was no longer the pride of heaven in my heart, but a villain who was as selfish as all living beings.

I opened my heart to my grandmother, and when I saw that she was old and suffered such a crime, I felt even more uncomfortable, and I didn't know that I scolded my sister hundreds of times.

Back at the fishing village, it was late at night. The two children went to bed early, and I couldn't help but smile when I saw their sleeping faces, and my previous prejudice against Jing Yao was also drifting away with the wind.

Jing Yao loves to sing, often pulling his throat on the beach, he can't stop singing, Mulan is Jing Yao's follower, Jing Yao sings she too, I don't know what tune, I babble and follow Jing Yao, and she is happy if she doesn't sing well.

We spent more than three months as a happy family, and just when I thought we would be so happy in the future, a change happened.

One day, my husband went out to sea to fish, and when he left, he took Jingyao with him, and Mulan was about to follow, but her father drove him back and cried for a long time.

Not long after the husband's fishing boat left, there was a storm on the sea, it was a sudden hurricane, the sea water was rolled up more than ten meters, the dark clouds covered the sky, and the black oppression occupied the entire sky, my heart beat quickly with the lightning and thunder outside, I knew in my heart that if the husband went like this, the future was dangerous, and he might not be able to return.

Within a few days, someone at sea salvaged the remnants of the ship after the storm, including the clothes worn by my husband and Jing Yao, although there were only a few fragments left, and they were a little rotten by the seawater, but I could clearly recognize that they were their clothes, and the delicate ones on them were all sewn by my own hands.

Fujun and Jing Yao died in the sea.

Mulan was still young, and she didn't accurately recognize the fact that her father was no longer there, she simply thought that her father and brother would come back later than the originally agreed time, and she couldn't do it sadly, I couldn't bear to tell her that the time was forever.

I became a widow, and the burden of family life was put on me, so I took Mulan to the town to beg for a living, and in the morning I took orders at the town's embroidery workshop, and in the evening I went back to the fishing village to catch embroidery, and I will send it tomorrow when it is ready.

Mulan has not yet adapted to such a life, the days are hard, she always loves to cry, I have to cry when she cries, so the mother and son hug each other, cry tired and fall asleep, and the next day I have to fight hard to make a living.

My mother came a few times during this period, and also sent me a lot of money, wanting me to take Mulan back to Jiang's house to live, saying that if there is her for a day, then there will be no time when our mother is hungry and suffering, which really touched me.

The family still has savings, but I want Mulan to go to a private school and live like a rich lady, so I plan to get up as soon as possible, even if Mulan marries in the future, the family will have a rich dowry, and even if she marries into her in-law's family, she will not be easily angry.

One day in the embroidery workshop, Mulan didn't like to stay by my side, always felt dull, so she ran out by herself, although I kept talking to the principal about this, but my eyes never left her, and saw that Mulan had run far away, so I rushed out.

I don't know what kind of festival it was that day, there were a lot of people on the street, I squeezed for a long time to see Mulan's small figure drooling in front of the seller selling sugar gourds, I would smile in my heart, I was about to call her, there was a strong force that grabbed me, I turned my head, I saw my sister Jiang Miaoqing's pale face, her mouth opened, a slightly gloomy smile, was saying: "Return my son." ”

My heart skipped a beat, and I looked at Mulan suddenly, but I saw a man in gray surrounded by Mulan, took out a few copper coins from his arms, bought a sugar gourd from the seller and handed it to Mulan.

The red hawthorn was still wrapped in a layer of rock sugar, Mulan smiled at the man in gray without knowing the world, took the rock sugar gourd in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, the broken hair stuck to the sugar coating outside the hawthorn, and she licked it without care.

I didn't mention how scared I was, so I grew up and shouted, "Mulan, don't eat it!" But there was no sound at all, the people around me didn't seem to see me, one after another, I watched Mulan be picked up by the man in gray and disappear from my field of vision, and my roar on the other end seemed to be blocked by an enchantment, and the people around me didn't react in the slightest, like I never existed there.

I desperately tried to break free from my sister's shackles, but I saw that she was cold and indifferent, and the strength in her hand did not loosen at all, and a flower-like face instantly became a deflated balloon, leaving only two human skeletons with hollow eye sockets, and a sweaty smile on the corner of her mouth.

In the end, I only remember that I used the last strength of my throat to shout "Mulan", my eyes went black, and I fainted.