It was dark.

There is no moon tonight, and there is not half a star to be found.

The cold wind crossed the river, bypassed a small grass on the bank, and took the grass with it.

The grass fell into the river again and drifted away with the water.

Not far away, there was obviously a hustle and bustle, the lights were bright, and the singing and dancing were leveling, but she felt that she was trapped in a glass cover.

No sound.

There is no light.

It was pitch black, only the sound of breathing.

Some shortness of breath.

I closed my eyes and tried to adjust my breathing slowly, and there was always a thin figure flashing in front of me.

"Don't look for her, she's dead."

"Her hands and feet are not clean."

"Liniang's alabaster is missing."

"What Xiaoyu found on the shop, she still doesn't recognize it...... Alas, hand the things back, admit your mistake and it's over, she's as stubborn as a cow, it's not her, it's not her......"

"Beat it to the skin."

"Dead."

"She's also unlucky, what's not good, what's wrong, can't eat, can't be a moneymaker, bah, what I'm talking about here, our shop is the most taboo for unclean hands and feet!"

"By the way, she said that something was given by someone else, and she wouldn't lie."

"Who can look at her like this?"

"Li Niang has something, just her, is she worthy of carrying the same one?"

A girl who is about the same age as Xiaoyu, the tone of her voice and the look of her speech are very similar to the lady in the flower shop.

It's cold inside and out.

It's not hostile, it's just a simple look at the excitement, and by the way, it's just an evaluation.

The girl was gone, and she was left alone, sitting on the shore.

The nose smells of weeds and dirt.

"Li Niang has something, just her, is she worthy of carrying the same one?"

What kind of person can have what kind of things?

Just a slave who washes clothes.

Her heart was full of panic, as if she had pressed a huge stone.

Blocked the throat and eyes.

What is the truth of the matter?

It's her.

She killed Xiaoyu.

You shouldn't give Xiaoyu alabaster cream.

Because Xiaoyu is just a lowly slave who washes clothes.

A slave who is not even worthy of serving tea and pouring water.

If she didn't give Xiaoyu alabaster, even if Liniang's alabaster was gone, it would be impossible to blame Xiaoyu on her head, let alone find a bottle of alabaster on her bed, Xiaoyu would not be beaten, beaten to the point that her skin and flesh were open, and she even jumped into the river.

There is no "if".

Xiaoyu is really gone.

Blame her.

Blame her.

It's all her fault.

Suddenly, I pressed my neck with my hand, and it was already very difficult to breathe, so I opened my mouth and breathed heavily.

"Hoo ......"

"Suck ......"

The vision blurred.

It seems to move to another scene.

The initial resistance, to having to face it, to looking at it calmly.

She really didn't mean to.

The screen turns to the past.

Or when she was in school.

There is a female classmate in the class, not only beautiful, but also has good grades and good family conditions, the teacher likes her, her classmates like her, everyone likes her, but she is not so friendly to everyone.

For example, the new transfer student, a girl from the countryside.

The two of them were arranged to sit together.

The female classmate only said one thing to the girl: "You don't touch my things, anything, you must not touch it." ”

She could see clearly the look in the eyes of the female classmate towards the girl—obviously, with a strong undisguised disdain.

The female classmate bought a new hairpin.

It has a multicolored gem-encrusted petal, red, blue, green, yellow, purple, glowing in the sun.

It's beautiful.

When I was in sports, the female classmate put the hairpin in the drawer.

When class was about to end, she told the teacher to take leave, saying that her stomach was uncomfortable, and the teacher told her to go to the toilet instead of going to the assembly for a while. happy

I went to the toilet and ran back to the classroom.

The moment she took out the hairpin from the drawer, she felt her heart skip out.

Look at the back window.

Looked at the front window.

She quickly took out the hairpin and touched it carefully.

Start cool.

Put it on the tip of your nose and smell of shampoo.

When I picked up the hairpin, I was reluctant to put it down.

She immediately ran out of the classroom.

One floor down, in the hallway outside the classroom, there is a mirror.

She just wanted to try the hairpin, to see what such a beautiful hairpin would look like on her head.

After all, she never owned a hairpin.

The soles of his feet are like hot wheels with Nezha, too fast, and in a blink of an eye, he is in front of the mirror.

I looked left and right.

Put on the hairpin carefully.

My heart was still pounding.

I haven't had time to look at myself in the mirror.

In the next moment, my heart fell to the bottom.

"Ding—"

The bell rings at the end of class.

In the nearest classroom, students poured out.

She's been working very, very hard.

When she arrived at the classroom, the female classmate actually went back.

The latter thing.

At first, she didn't remember it, but then she slowly remembered it - in fact, her memory was quite clear.

The hairpin was eventually found in the classroom trash can.

And the girl hid in the classroom and cried for a long time.

For a long time.

For a long time.

She didn't dare to ask.

She didn't dare to say either.

At the end of that semester, on the way out of school.

She heard another classmate and asked the female classmate, "Did you see her take your hairpin?" ”

"Nope."

"Then why?"

"She looks so poor and sour, it's not her, who else can it be?"

Behind her, she quietly quickened her pace.

She didn't dare to look at the female classmate, because the way the female classmate looked at her, in fact, was the same as the way she looked at the girl.

"Hey—"

Suddenly, the picture in front of me disappeared.

Turning his head, he saw a person standing not far away.

"What is Shopkeeper Liu doing here?"

Li Niang beckoned to her and motioned for her to hurry up.

Got on the boat.

"The bell told me that you came, but I couldn't find you."

"What are you sitting there for?"

The words on his lips suddenly popped out: "Xiaoyu, why did you kill her?" ”

"Xiaoyu?" Li Niang was stunned, and then said "oh".

Li Niang pointed to the dark river: "You said that girl?" Why should I kill her, I paid for her! ”

"That ......"

"She was stubborn, but after beating her, she fell into the river, and when she was scooped up, she was out of breath."

She didn't speak.

Li Niang said to herself: "It's weird, I don't know how she stole my alabaster." ”

Early the next morning.

Yang Bai personally went to Xiaodongtian and handed over the road guide to the people in the shop, she was not in the shop at the time, and it was already early afternoon when she got the road guide.

Unfold the road and look and see.

Breathe deeply.

Hurry up and buy an envelope and put Lu Yinzi carefully.

When I was buying the envelope, I heard that the government was counting the number of victims, and except for those who had relatives who had taken refuge, all the other victims had gathered together and lived in a unified resettlement house to provide them with relief food.

Relief food will only be provided for three days from the date of registration, and after that, only the elderly and infirm children will be able to enjoy free relief food, and other laborers will be encouraged to participate in labor in exchange for food or copper money.