The people said that the house of the big family was good, big and beautiful.

Flowers, birds, fish and insects are interesting, and rockeries and strange stones add scenery.

But the courtyard is deep, and every time it is twilight, if there is no candle to shine, it is weird.

It's fine when the moonlight is in full bloom, but if there is no moonlight, then it's ......

The sound of the wind passes through the leaves, and it is like a ghost crying; The hole in the rockery is like a peep.

"Yikes!" The woman's panicked voice sounded, clutching the people around her.

The other woman was also taken aback by her, and said in shock: "Aunt Zhong, what's wrong with you?" ”

"No, it's okay, I've stepped on a dead branch." The woman's voice sounded thin and weak, as if she was frightened, "Qiaojuan, isn't Banniang here?" I'm scared. ”

"Auntie, let's make a fire break. is blind with such a black light, and it is really impossible to find Miss Eight. ”

Qiao Juan said, took out a fire fold from the purse, gently blew it, and with the faint light of this idea, the two of them also followed the trend to find the rockery.

"Ba Niang? Banniang? Although Aunt Zhong was afraid, she was worried about the child after all, so she called softly while drilling into it.

Since Banniang went to play in the garden in the afternoon, Aunt Zhong has never seen this child again, and she doesn't know how to come back for dinner.

She smiled at her, so she said that she only kept two steamed buns, where did this child go?

"Eighth sister? Where are you, Eighth Sister? Come out. There is snow cabbage and chicken noodle soup today, you can go back with the slave maid to eat some. Qiaojuan coaxed.

Qiaojuan touched the rough rockery and walked step by step, the uneasiness in her heart became heavier and heavier, and she couldn't help but say: "Auntie, the slave maid inquired, saying that the sixth sister came to Jiaoyuan in the afternoon, I don't know if the eighth sister collided and was taken back by Mrs. to be punished." ”

"Huh? No way! What is the sixth sister doing in Jiaoyuan? Madame has always refused to allow it. ”

Aunt Zhong held Qiaojuan's wrist tightly, worried and scared.

"Didn't Sister Jiu'er plant a lot of fragrant snowballs? That flower can attract butterflies, and Miss Six has always liked to catch butterflies. ”

Qiaojuan didn't want to be this in her heart, Mrs. was heavy, it was the lightest hand, not seven or eight days, and she couldn't pinch the chopsticks or hold the bowl.

"Hey, let's go back and get her some crushed ice."

Aunt Zhong had already believed it for seven or eight minutes, and only waited for a few hours for An Heju to send the child back.

"Yo, auntie, you really have a big heart, how can we have the ability to break the ice? The big girls in Anheju can't tell the difference. ”

Qiaojuan knows that her master's temperament is a brainless person, and in this house, brainless people have to rely on luck to survive.

"Then, let's go back and wait for the letter, shall we?" Aunt Zhong said timidly.

Qiaojuan was also annoyed, and said; "Come on."

As soon as the words fell, the fire broke out, and in the darkness, the two could only see each other's silhouettes vaguely.

"Is this the way we came?" The two of them supported each other in the dark, and with one step, they forked the road.

Qiaojuan was about to speak back, but the place where she put her feet was soft and weird, as if she had stepped on a puddle of soft meat.

A chill came up from the soles of his feet, "Ah! Qiaojuan screamed in fright, retreated again and again, and slammed Aunt Zhong into the rockery.

"What, what's wrong?" Aunt Zhong shivered fiercely, and she couldn't care about the hot pain in her back, so she hurriedly asked.

"Fire fold, fire fold." Qiao Juan's lips trembled, and said.

The fire fold was obviously in the purse, but Qiaojuan groped up and down without a master, and finally found the last fire fold from the purse.

The faint light of the fire fold burned a hole through the thick night.

Qiao Juan trembled her hand and leaned the fire fold against the puddle of soft flesh that she had just stepped on, and a pair of unwilling dead eyes crashed straight into Qiao Juan's eyes.

What's even more terrifying than the dead is that this lifeless girl, not long ago, was still happy on her knees and coquettish in your arms.

Qiaojuan couldn't help but scream, cutting through the mask of the night's serenity.

The moment Aunt Zhong saw that face, she tilted her body and slammed it on the rockery, and there was a blood stain on her forehead that meandered down, like red candle tears.

The screams were scattered in the night, and no one seemed to hear them.

To the north of the pepper garden is the West Garden.

The hut in the West Garden, which is only separated by a wall from the Pepper Garden, is revealing a warm light.

Inside the room, a little girl was sitting at a wooden table learning calligraphy.

Her skin was extremely white, and the candlelight reflected on her face as if it had fallen in the snow.

However, the snow is white and not greasy.

If others apply powder compared with it, it will be greasy but not light.

The little girl suddenly raised her head, revealing clear and beautiful eyebrows, her eyes were like paint, her eyebrows were dark and unpainted, and her eyelashes were long.

Her eyes reflected the candlelight, which made her eyes sparkling and very smart. God and tangible, what a complete beauty!

But at this moment, there was a slight doubt in her bright eyes.

"Mother, it seems that someone is calling." The little girl turned to the woman who was sitting at the table winding silk threads.

The woman's face was plump, her eyebrows were gentle, and she looked at the little girl lightly, but did not speak.

The little girl pursed her lips and said with a little reluctance: "Auntie, someone is really calling." ”

"I didn't hear you." The silk thread in her hand seemed to be a matter of great importance, and the woman lowered her eyes and only cared about the work in her hand.

The little girl opened her mouth, and before she could say more, the woman put the thread ball into the bamboo basket, frowned, and said, "Zheng Lingyi, can you still write?" Why is it all about the outside? In vain, I got you these pen, ink, paper, inkstones! ”

Zheng Lingyi treasured these papers and pens, and hurriedly put them together with his arms, for fear of being taken away by his aunt.

Seeing this, the woman was a little satisfied, got up and went to the bedside, carefully opened the curtain, and saw that a little daughter who was about four or five years old was sleeping soundly, and then looked at the eldest daughter who was writing seriously at the table, and the corners of her mouth showed a quiet and satisfied smile.

The woman glanced in the direction of the door, but only for a glance, and then she returned her gaze to her two daughters.

"Aunt Jiang? Aunt Jiang? Aunt Jiang, open the door! Something big is wrong. ”

Qiaojuan's voice outside the door sounded suddenly, accompanied by a heavy knock on the door, she would never be so unruly on weekdays.

Zheng Lingyi immediately put the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the wooden table under the bed, and the movements were fast and familiar, and the ink in the inkstone did not spill out half a drop.

Aunt Jiang hugged Zheng Lingyi in her arms, reached out and gently patted her little daughter who was frowning and humming, and said calmly and indifferently: "Qiaojuan, my two daughters are asleep, and it is inconvenient to open the door." If you have any problems, go and consult with others. ”

When she said 'two daughters', she said it word by word.

The sound outside the door stopped, and when it sounded again, it was the footsteps of Qiaojuan's departure.

The inferior people in this house understand how difficult their lives are.

"Auntie." Zheng Lingyi squatted on the side of the bed and looked at the door with some trepidation.

The little daughter on the bed was also disturbed by her sleep, and Aunt Jiang was holding a daughter in one hand, which was really a little difficult, but she still hugged her tightly and said softly: "Don't be afraid, not afraid." ”

In this Zheng family, it doesn't matter what is next to her, as long as she can live in peace and her two daughters can grow up safely, it is the only thing Aunt Jiang wants.

Zheng Lingyi woke up from sleep this night, and all he could see in his dream was Qiaojuan's distant scream.

She slept very unsteadily, fell into a nightmare, and was sleepy, but she was still woken up by Aunt Jiang with a cool handkerchief.

"Wake up! I can't mistake it to say hello to Mrs. ”

Aunt Jiang didn't give Zheng Lingyi a chance to lie in bed, she directly pulled her out of the bed, threw her a set of clothes, and asked Zheng Lingyi to wear it herself, while she changed Zheng Changchang's clothes.

She had two biological daughters, fifteen and eighteen.

The fifteenth is called Zheng Lingyi, and the eighteenth is called Zheng Changchang.

Zheng Lingyi is only one year older than Zheng Changchang.

But, only one year older is also an older sister.

Both children wore the same skirt, just moonlight blue and sunburst red.

Aunt Jiang looked at the clothes of the two children, but felt that they were still too prominent, so she pulled two gray green belts and tied them around the waists of the two of them, adding a bit of rustic.

Zheng Lingyi's face was lifted up by Aunt Jiang.

She was very accustomed to closing her eyes, and Aunt Jiang poured a layer of pale yellow powder on her face, neck, back of hands, and even ears, all of which were missing.

After decorating it like this, Zheng Lingyi's snow skin disappeared a lot, and people didn't look so eye-catching.

Aunt Jiang was satisfied, and led the two children to the dining room in the northwest corner of Xiyuan.

On the way, I met Aunt Guo coming out of the room with Zheng Qiuqiu.

Aunt Guo also has only this one daughter, ranking fourteenth.

Because it was born in autumn, it is called Zheng Qiuqiu.

As soon as Aunt Guo saw Aunt Jiang's mother and son, she dragged Zheng Qiuqiu and said, "Hurry up, there will be no food if it's late!" We've got a lot of hungry ghosts reincarnated! ”

This is inexplicable, and it is very ugly.

Zheng Lingyi's ironic words were already on his lips, and when he saw Mama Gu standing at the door of the dining room with her hands tied from a distance, she kept silent and made a bowed and obedient attitude.

Mama Gu looked sternly at everyone who came in, as if they were prisoners in the cell and deserved to be treated with such dignity.

"What kind of Rausch are you wearing on that head?"

Mama Gu's sharp gaze swept away, and Brother Qing behind her stepped forward with an arrow and pulled out an agate hairpin on Zheng Qiuqiu's head, not only intentionally or unintentionally, but also a few green silks were torn off.

Zheng Qiuqiu choked back tears and didn't dare to exhale pain, Aunt Guo hurriedly made amends, and threw her an ear scraper before her brother made a move.

Zheng Qiuqiu fell directly into the house, and no one in the house dared to help her.

Zheng Lingyi and Zheng Changchang both trembled, and Aunt Jiang quickly picked off a small silk flower on Zheng Lingyi's head and hid it in her sleeve.

Aunt Guo's mother and daughter entered the house in embarrassment, and Aunt Jiang stepped forward with a flattering smile, and took out two very exquisite veins from her sleeves, each with a red and green jewel falling underneath.

"Mama Gu." Aunt Jiang smiled in a low voice: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, you can tie a string to the sachet, and it will be a good scene." ”

Mama Gu glanced at it and raised her eyes, and Brother Qing stepped forward to accept it, leaking a sentence from the corner of her mouth, and said, "Go and sit next to Aunt Wan." ”

Aunt Jiang was grateful to Dade and hurriedly led the two children in.

Aunt Wan is a thin beauty with a gentle temperament, and she can also say a few words to Aunt Jiang on weekdays.

She just smiled and said, "Sister Jiang." ”

There seemed to be a woman's broken and mournful cry outside, which was Aunt Zhong's voice.

"Oh my Nizi!"

After shouting this sentence three times, the voice suddenly broke off and never sounded again.