The sedan chair went farther and farther in the sound of suona in the sky.

Song Yao's sister-in-law had not yet recovered from Fang Cai's fright, and only stood in place, staring at the smaller and smaller red in front of her.

Song Huan pulled her, "What do you want?" I've been stunned since Fang Cai, what's the matter, Xiao Yao left, you started to think about her. ”

"The courtyard on the west side has been emptied, and my brother-in-law is not going to come back to live." It was only after a moment that she muttered the words, and there was still a hint of imperceptible horror in her voice.

"It's normal not to come back to live, my parents and wives are over there, and they are newly ......married," Song Huan obviously didn't take this sentence to heart, and walked towards the house with his teeth picked, and his mouth was impatient, "Don't leave me pretending to be a kind-hearted person now, when my brother-in-law took out so much silver, your eyes lit up, and you couldn't wait to marry Xiao Yao immediately." ”

"I'm always a little worried," Chen Sui interrupted Song Huan as he looked at the empty courtyard to the west, "It's only been a few months since I moved out, and it's like ...... It seems that he is here specifically for Xiao Yao. ”

There was another sentence she didn't say, because Song Huan had already glanced at her, stepped into the door, and left her alone to stand in the bright red firecracker crumbs, staring at the west courtyard that was slowly swallowed by the night.

"Xiao Yao can't really be the prey he carefully designed and caught in the net, right?"

She was frightened by this thought, so after peeking at the West Courtyard like a thief, Chen Sui fled back to her house in a panic.

***

The mound house seems to have been located on the outskirts of the city for thousands of years, and every brick and tile is full of traces of time. Green moss stains the bluestone, yellowed bamboo pestles on the side of the path, and there is a bleak scene everywhere.

Although Song Yao has been living here for half a month, the strange feeling she had when she first came has always been with her: although there are many people in this house, it is still desolate and desolate, which has nothing to do with people.

Qiu Ran's parents are two kind old men, although they are silent on weekdays, they obey her in everything, and they are obedient to the point of being a little flattering. The little girls in the house took care of her in every way, she had never been served since she was a child, so sometimes she felt that they were too thoughtful, but she couldn't get too close to them.

She sometimes wondered if that feeling might have something to do with the location of the house.

It is built alone next to a large bamboo forest on the outskirts of the city, where the perennial fog drifts, and it seems that the sun never sees, and if it rains, the sound of the rain is mixed with the rustling of bamboo leaves, which makes people feel even more desolate.

Even so, life here was better than she expected.

To be exact, Qiu Ran was better than she thought.

On the way here in a sedan chair, she was almost in a mood of almost going to death. At that time, Qiu Ran was in her eyes, he was simply an executioner with blood-stained hands, a pervert who coveted the body of a young girl. She even thought she would die tragically on her wedding night and never see the sun the next day.

But that night, Qiu Ran didn't do anything. After taking care of Song Yao, who was trembling and shivering, and served a bowl of hot soup, he went outside and copied the books on the bookcase for a night.

Of course, Song Yao couldn't sleep at night, and it wasn't until the morning that she heard the sound of the door closing, so she got off the bed and walked carefully to the outer study. She saw a stack of papers on the table, each with a few lines written on it: do not love heroes, do not envy arrogance, voluntarily live together, and die together.

His words are very different from his people, the pen is a dragon and a snake, and he is arrogant, but Song Yao can see the deep sadness hidden between the lines.

Just when she was in a daze at the stack of papers, there was a sudden knock on the door in her ears, and when Song Yao opened the door to look, she saw Qiu Ran's little maid Wang'er holding a box and saluting her at the door, "These are a few new clothes that the master asked to make for Mrs., and Wang'er sent them to Mrs. ”

Song Yao took the box, didn't look at the slippery and light clothes, only stopped Wang'er who hurriedly walked away, and asked him, "I heard my brother say that the official had a relationship before me, I don't know if he has a very strong relationship with that lady?" ”

Hearing this, Wang'er seemed to have been pricked by a needle, her whole body trembled, and her face suddenly turned pale. He waved his hand and muttered, "The matter between husband and wife, small ...... Where can the little ones know? Madame asked...... Asked the wrong person. ”

Song Yao saw that he was frightened like this, and there were some doubts in her heart, so she walked outside the door, came to Wang'er's side, looked directly into his lowered eyes and asked, "Wang'er, how did that lady die?" Sick? Or is it for some other reason? ”

Hearing this, Wang'er raised his head suddenly, his face was whiter now, and the blood vessels on his temples burst out a little blue, jumping suddenly, as if Song Yao was a monster who had come to ask for his life.

"Wang'er, you...... How did you scare like that? ”

Song Yao was also infected by his panicked emotions, and she felt that there was a sudden chill behind her, as if a thick layer of frost had formed.

"The little one doesn't know, the little one doesn't know anything...... Wang'er glanced at Song Yao, and quickly withdrew his gaze, he hunched his waist and retreated, then turned around and fled out of the yard as if flying.

Since that time, Song Yao has seen Wang'er a few times, but every time, he sees himself as if he has seen a ghost, either deliberately turning sideways and not looking at her, or turning around and leaving in a hurry when she is not close.

But now, it seemed that she hadn't seen Wang'er for ten days, and he had neither followed Qiu Ran nor appeared elsewhere in Qiu Ran's house. Song Yao asked other people a few times in private, but they were all vague and had different statements, which made her confused and a little worried, I don't know if something happened to Wang'er, and I don't know if this accident is related to herself.

On this day, she simply found Qiu Ran straightforwardly and asked him where Wang'er went.

"Do you know him well?" Qiu Ran looked up from the pile of papers, and there was something that scared her under her calm expression.

"It's not familiar, but a person can't say it's gone." Song Yao's eyes fell on the rice paper on the table, and the sentence written on it was still the same sentence, the sentence that had been written thousands of times by Qiu Ran: Don't love heroes, don't envy arrogance, voluntarily live with the same family, and die with the same hole.

"You care about Wang'er very much." This time his tone was not inquiring, but very precise, and at the same time, he stood up from his chair, walked to Song Yao's side with his back hand, and carefully examined the expression in her eyes, as if trying to squeeze her secret out of it.