The candlelight flickered, illuminating Old Lady Yan's face covered with vicissitudes. Wrinkles flowed like meandering rivers from her closed eyes, scattering to the wings of her nose, ears, and mouth, filling a face.

The maids wiped Mrs. Yan's face and body, and after changing into a set of clean and breathable clothes, they retreated. Yan Qingcheng carefully combed her hair, then put down the tent and walked to the outer room.

Zhao Zimai sat at the table, but the tea in front of him didn't move, and when he saw Yan Qingcheng coming out, he hurriedly stood up and asked, "Aunt is okay, right?" ”

Yan Qingcheng shook his head at him and said, "It's okay, the heat hurts my body, and I'm asleep now." ”

"Auntie saw it." Zhao Zimai turned to the topic and frowned at Yan Qingcheng, "Moreover, she also said something upside down, what 'is him and not him', although I don't understand, I always feel that this matter may not be as simple as it seems on the surface." ”

Yan Qingcheng's eyes lit up, "Mother means, it's not Xiangzhen?" ”

"But who could she be? I can't figure it out when I think about it. The sorrow between Zhao Zimai's eyebrows became heavier, "Qingcheng, the evil man killed Cuiyun, if it still has the thinking of a host, then isn't Xiangzhen the one who hates Cuiyun the most in this world?" ”

Yan Qingcheng's voice suddenly shook violently, "But Xiangzhen only learned that she had an affair with her eldest brother after Cuiyun's death, although Xiangzhen herself had said it, but today it was confirmed by the eldest brother himself......"

Zhao Zimai was puzzled, he looked at Yan Qingcheng for a long time, and then said, "Then why did it kill Cuiyun?" ”

Yan Qingcheng stood up slowly, his face was as white as a porcelain piece, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch. He laboriously picked at the edge of the table with his hand, his knuckles were bruised, "Zimai, there is a person who once broke the personal relationship between the eldest brother and Cui Yun. ”

***

"Lingshanwei, Lingshanwei, we have met in empty dreams several times. I couldn't bear to put down my pen, and the paper was full of blood and tears. Lingshanwei, Lingshanwei, every grass and tree is haggard. It is said that Lingshan is thousands of feet high, and it is difficult to find a red rose. Lingshanwei, Lingshanwei, how much love is in the end of the world? I see geese flying south every day, and I don't see that the old people's hearts are broken. Lingshanwei, Lingshanwei, the annual cold star falls. Looking at last year's star in the north, who is the cold star this year? ”

Jia Yan held a bouquet of flowers in his hand, hummed the children's rhyme that Xiangzhen taught him, and ran through the courtyard doors to the inside. A few of the accompanying servants followed him, wiping their sweat and calling his name one after another, panting after him. But he deliberately tried to play tricks on them, and his steps not only did not slow down, but became faster.

"You're tired after just flying the kite for a while, it's really useless." He looked back at the figures of several people who were getting farther and farther away, giggled and turned a corner, his eyes rolled around, and he looked at a courtyard where few people came, and "swooped" into it.

There used to be a troupe living in that courtyard, but later because a few guests who came to listen to the drama had several conflicts over one of the corners, Yan Bailin inevitably got into trouble and dismissed the troupe. And this courtyard is also used to put some sundries that are rarely used, and few people come in on weekdays.

Jia Yan hid behind the pillar on the stage, trying to hold back his laughter, while poking out half of his head and sneaking towards the courtyard gate. He heard the sound of footsteps, so he hurriedly squatted down and held his breath. But the little guys who chased him didn't seem to expect him to hide here, and one after another, Yuguan ran forward through the courtyard gate, and after a while, the footsteps could no longer be heard.

"These fools, just ran away?" Jia Yan showed a disappointed look on his face, he pouted and jumped off the stage, twisted a few flowers in his hand, threw them on the ground at random, and sighed heavily. But the next moment, he suddenly became happy again, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were filled with joy, "By the way, I'm going to play with my little uncle, he just came back from the province today, and he must have brought me a lot of novelties." ”

Thinking of this, he threw the broken flower branch on the ground, stepped on it without pity, and hummed the song without a match, and walked straight in the direction of the courtyard gate.

As soon as the song was sung, there was a crisp sound of "tom" in the room closest to the stage, as if something had been knocked to the ground. Jia Yan was stunned for a moment, then turned back to look into the room: the window was tightly blocked by a tall cupboard, and there was not a single gap.

He looked at the window that completely cut off the room from the outside world, and a trace of doubt slowly crept up in his heart: it was so tightly blocked, it would be difficult to find something in the house. But the thought only flashed in his mind, and then it flew away. For a child, "play" is far more important than anything else, let alone such a small thing that has nothing to do with him.

So Jia Yan quickly put aside the fleeting doubt, turned his head and wanted to leave, but at this moment, he heard a voice, a familiar voice. It tugged at his body and pulled his mind back from elsewhere.

That voice belonged to Yan Yuchi, Jiayan's father.

It was very sticky, with a wisp of unfamiliar tenderness, which made the confusion in Jiayan's heart involuntarily deepen again.

He said, "Hurt you, didn't you?" ”

Jia Yan blinked, and once again set his eyes on the window that was blocked by the cupboard: Why did my father hurt someone? But if he hurt others, why could he still speak in such a tone, although he felt guilty, but it seemed to reveal a little inexplicable boasting.

Jia Yan couldn't understand, hesitated, but his feet didn't obey and led him towards the house. His steps were light, though he didn't know why he was doing it. He seemed to be commanded by something that was born but had never broken through the ground, and he moved his steps like a thief, and leaned towards the room little by little.

He didn't freeze until another voice came, but by this time he was already at the door, his eyes less than half a foot from the crack in the door.

"Hmm."

The other voice did not clearly answer Yan Yuchi's question, and only said "hmm" vaguely.

Jia Yan's body was so cold that he almost blurted out the name: Cui Yun, Sister Cui Yun? Why was she with her father in this dimly lit room? Not only that, but she was also injured by her father......

He looked at the gap in front of him, and his body couldn't help but lean forward again, and put his eyes together.

Cui Yun was tying the buttons, and after tying her own, she went to help Yan Yuchi. Her fingers are very soft, and she usually dresses Jia Yan very neatly, but now, she and Yan Yuchi are laughing and joking, and the buttons seem to be untied.

Jia Yan suddenly didn't want to look at it anymore, he felt stuffy in his chest, and he felt like he wanted to vomit.

He covered his mouth and turned to run, but his elbow accidentally hit the door panel with a "bang".