Yu Zhiwei's nails were left after returning from Liaodong, and You Ping's family has always taken care of them, and they carefully dyed them with impatiens juice, wanting to raise her back to look like a girl.

Yu Zhiwei's fingers are slender, and the shape of the nails is also very good-looking, fresh and tender like a peach that has flowers in early spring.

But now, these ten nails are all broken at the root, and they are drenched in blood.

The blood on the nails trickled to the ground, and together with the broken porcelain pieces, it touched the soft mud in the prison, and the blood seeped in.

Yu Zhiwei didn't know what she thought, but she did it now.

Between the two adjacent cells, she used a few pieces of broken porcelain in a vain attempt to break through the barrier between her and Yu Jingning, in a vain attempt to dig a way out for Yu Jingning.

This isn't the first time she's been in jail.

Last time, she was still a child, watching her relatives die in front of her but there was nothing she could do, this time, she couldn't watch Yu Jingning die anymore.

Yu Zhiwei is a person who has gone to hell, and has seen the blackest ghosts and the most vicious hearts. But she has also seen the light, the light of the sky within reach, how can she be willing to extinguish this only light in her life.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, how could it not hurt, but Yu Zhiwei really didn't dare to stop for half a minute, she was afraid that if she delayed, Yu Jingning would really go one step ahead of her.

Although the edict was cold, it was summer after all, and it didn't take long for Yu Zhiwei to sweat a thin layer of sweat.

When she came out of the Gao family's courtyard at that time, she was in a hurry, she didn't wear a scarf, and she didn't even have time to find out if she was too lazy to collect the net. Now when I sweat, the hair on the sideburns is scattered, and the sweaty hair hangs down and hangs in front of my face.

Yu Zhiwei was a little obscured by his eyes, stopped his hand, and hurriedly recurled his hair.

The mud and blood covered her face, like a cat.

Yu Jingning on the opposite side should have burned badly, although he fell asleep, but he was uncomfortable, and he didn't sleep honestly, and he couldn't stop tossing and turning.

Yu Zhiwei could even vaguely hear him muttering in his mouth, either in a dream or nonsense.

She didn't dare to stop for a moment, but the pit she dug was only a little bit, and it was still too much worse to be able to pass people.

Yu Zhiwei felt uncomfortable, panicked, and the sweat all over his body was probably very aggrieved, and he wanted to find a few more openings to go out, but in the end, he was desperate and seeped out of his eyes.

For a moment, she really felt that she really couldn't protect herself and Yu Jingning.

She stopped breathlessly, pressed her forehead against the cold railing, and wiped the tears and snot from her face with her sleeve. She bit her lip, then opened her mouth again.

The voice came out very unpleasantly, and it was very dumb.

"The silk blows to the idle courtyard, swaying the spring like a line. Stop for a long time, and make a whole flower. I didn't pick up the water flowers, I stole half of the people, and the colorful clouds that were funny were ......"

This is singing "The Peony Pavilion", which is exactly the fold of "Dream". In the alleys of the Teaching Workshop Division, there is a family of prostitutes, and those famous children's operas and songs, Yuncui can also sing some of them. Besides, the female music that came out of the teaching workshop was originally from a serious official lady, and the words written next to it were not good, but I was afraid that they were not happy to be catchy.

Yuncui was also young when she was a mother, she didn't know how to coax children, and she didn't tell stories, when Yu Zhiwei was young, when Yuncui coaxed her to sleep, she always sang opera and songs.

And her favorite is "The Peony Pavilion", Yun Cui always sings, singing over and over again, as if singing about her youth. Yu Zhiwei even learned to hear it, and now when he speaks, he still sings this.

"You Dao Cuisheng gave birth to a skirt and a skirt, and the eight treasures of the bright crystal hairpin are filled...... You can see that my hobby is natural all my life. No one has seen the benefits of Cha Sanchun. Do not embankment sinking fish, falling geese and birds are noisy...... The shy flowers of fear are shivering. ”

Yu Zhiwei was hoarse, with a crying voice, and the sentences were sung in a scattered and intermittent manner, but he still snorted and continued to sing. When I was young, I listened to the play, and it was interesting to listen to. At this time, when I sang it, I felt that every word in the play implied the current situation.

The Qian shirt skirt and the eight-treasure hairpin are just things outside the body, and they are the daughters she pretended to be after she met Yu Jingning. The nostalgia of old things is not the old, but the stories that have passed with these things and the deceased. She has known Yu Jingning for less than two years, but it seems that she has finished all the wonderful things in her life, the gods and demons of the heavens have seen it, and she has also seen all kinds of things in the world.

"It turns out that the purple and red are blooming all over the place, and they seem to be paid to the broken wells and decay. The beautiful scenery of the good day is the day, and the courtyard is ...... to enjoy it."

In the small garden of the Shizifu in the capital, there are spring begonias, and when I returned to Beijing from Liaodong this year, I had already missed the flowering period. Will there be such a spring day in the future, and there will be a yard of begonias waiting for her birthday? Her name is Zhiwei, which is his name, and all the good spring days in the future will be buried in such a cold prison.

I can't even see the redness of the ground.

"Flying in the morning and twilight, clouds and clouds; The rain silk wind film, the smoke wave painting the boat - Jinping people look at this Shaoguang cheap! ”

Yu Zhiwei sang unlovely, but he didn't cry anymore, but listened to the words in a straight tone. Yu Jingning probably heard this familiar voice, and felt relieved, no longer tossing and turning, as if she had slept comfortingly, and even the ups and downs of her chest were not as worrying as before.

Yu Zhiwei thought, she sang two more sentences, and when Yu Jingning was completely appeased, she continued to dig - this has been a long time off.

Presumably, Yu Zhiwei took a breath, and then raised his lips and said: "The cuckoos are red all over the green mountains, and the smoke outside the tutu is drunk and soft." Chunxiang, although the peony is good, how can he take the lead in spring! Pairs of warblers. Idle gaze, the words of the living swallow are as clear as the silk, and the round ...... of the song of the warbler"

As she was singing, she suddenly felt a sound behind her, and before she could even wait for the last word to come out, the person moved.

Yu Zhiwei got up suddenly, almost without looking back, the shackled chains in his hands were thrown up with a thud, and smashed towards the sound, fast and ruthless.

If such a thick iron chain were to smash on people's heads so hard, they would only be smashed on the head and break the bloodstream.

"Miss Yu!" The man suddenly spoke, and Yu Zhiwei distinguished, like the tall one of the two jailers.

She suddenly withdrew her hand, almost smashed herself, turned her face, and her eyes were cold: "If you don't do anything after receiving the money, don't you follow the rules?" ”

The tall man smiled bitterly twice, and his whole face became a blooming crab claw chrysanthemum, with folds everywhere: "Don't get me wrong, girl, he is a eunuch, but I am not." ”

The tall man sighed as he opened the door of Yu Zhiwei and Yu Jingning's cell, and made a gesture of invitation to Yu Zhiwei towards Yu Jingning: "I am soft-spoken, so I can only do it here." ”