The twilight is vast, looking at the distant mountains in the distance, a fairy light veil seems to have fallen from the sky, ten miles of auspicious clouds are like a painting scroll, covering the entire sky, the clouds are so heavy that even the wind can't blow, it seems to have hit some of the daughter's rouge, and the red face looks around at the people at the foot of the mountain, like a girl picking fruit on the edge of the mountain, because she saw her sweetheart's face unconsciously appeared because of the shameful and shy color.

Gu Qingshui sat on a chair by the window, holding an insole in one hand and an embroidery needle with long colored threads in the other, embroidering an insole for his beloved, while looking out the window carelessly.

The tree in the yard, the maple tree with few leaves, the thin branches like the dry and stiff hands of the seventy and eighty old people, stretching out the endless sky, the black and bare branches, there are also fluttering red ribbons, which are tied to add a new festive atmosphere, the tree is old, and the ribbons are new, Gu Qingshui can't see the skeleton-like branches, but only sees the ribbons floating in the wind, as if her heart is tied to the ribbon, staring at all the fallen leaves and dirt under her feetIt is so noble and elegant and carefree, and it can respond to the freedom and pleasure of the sky and clouds.

"Ahh Gu Qingshui suddenly snorted softly, a sharp pain came from her fingers, and she quickly withdrew her gaze and pulled back the mood that had been wandering out.

Looking down, I saw that my index finger like white porcelain was constantly drilling out blood beads, the shocking blood color, suddenly between the smooth and white fingers, it looked so abrupt and conspicuous, the blood beads were like mussel meat constantly pouring out pearls, drop by drop to the insole that was being embroidered, just fell in the middle of the two mandarin ducks, just like a pair of mandarin ducks in the middle of the plain and unprovoked, giving birth to a blood-colored isolation belt, just like the one between the cowherd and the weaver girl, The long river that was cut by the queen mother with a golden hairpin was deeply blocked in the middle.

Gu Qingshui hurriedly put his finger, which was dripping with blood, into his mouth to relieve the pain, and after a while, a strong smell of blood in his mouth rushed from his mouth to her brain, and then into her snort, the smell of blood made her frown can't help frowning, the first time she tasted human blood made her dizzy, obviously it was the first time, but she felt that she had experienced this many times.

was secretly meditating, when suddenly there was a knock on the door behind her, accompanied by the sound of "knock knock", knocking her thoughts into pieces and not being able to connect them, and then slowly walked towards the door.

"S......queak" The door was gently opened, and I saw that there was a girl outside the house, it was Biyun who usually served her, and Gu Qingshui should not go out and walk around at will these days, so every day she would bring her dinner and some nutritious products for her to replenish her body, because this Biyun was her mother who had been serving her since she came to He Yuwen Ding, and it had been almost a month, so she also trusted her and would not suspect anything at all.

"Miss, I'm bringing you dinner, there is pigeon soup today." Biyun said softly and weakly, and cautiously came in through the door with something.

"Why did you come now, but you starved me to death." Gu Qingshui complained while complaining, as soon as Biyun put those fragrant and steaming meals on the table, Gu Qingshui didn't care about his beautiful etiquette image, he sat down around the table, eating and drinking, without the slightest appearance of the eldest lady, and looked hungry.

It didn't take long for the four dishes and one soup on the table to be wiped out by her, just like after a storm, the sand on the cement floor was washed clean, and Gu Qingshui left the table with a full stomach, while stroking his stomach, he poured a cup of tea from the teapot and drank it leisurely, before he told Na Biyun to take the things down.

After Biyun left, Gu Qingshui sat on the chair in front of his window again, picked up the pair of insoles that were about to be completed, and began to embroider again, holding the small embroidery needle in his hand, like a trace of silk that suddenly fell in spring, a bright and light rain line, quickly shuttled through the garden of thousands of purples and thousands of reds, embroidering the purple and red flower garden with more gorgeous and dazzling colors, embroidering more flowers for the spring garden, and the embroidery needle under her hand embroidered her flickering love, Hopefully, it will blossom in the pale cloth, if only if it is only nobly trampled under his feet.

At this time, the twilight outside the window has been completely covered by the black satin cloth, the colorful cloth of the cloth, only an unbreakable black is left, just like a splashed ink landscape painting, the excess ink is all poured up, so that people can not wipe it clean. Looking carefully in the sky, there seem to be stars shining, a moon with an old light, I don't know how many times it has shone the glory of the years, so the trick repeats itself to show its cleanliness and coldness.

Gu Qingshui was a little upset, there seemed to be a sullen anger in his chest, and if he couldn't come up and swallow it, he couldn't go away without a trace, probably because it seemed that the cloth that was stained with blood was useless no matter how he remedied it, it was just motionless there, how awkward it looked, just like a red plum blossom painted, suddenly dripping a little green paint, the dry bone red plum was originally leafless, but it was stalking there, making you upset and proud.

"Bang ......" There was a loud bang, Gu Qingshui looked at the pair of insoles that were made by herself, a mess, fortunately, she threw them back into the embroidery plate, and didn't want to move anymore, she couldn't tolerate the slightest thorn in her heart for ordinary people to say a little flaw, but in her eyes, it was an unforgivable failure, and even a heinous crime.

After leaving the broken thing behind, Gu Qingshui got up lightly again, walked towards his wardrobe, opened the sandalwood wardrobe, and carefully took out the excellent red wedding dress that he kept, and took it out softly, the wedding dress was folded meticulously by her, without a trace of folds, as subtle and cautious as protecting the already rare treasures, she would take it out every day and look through it by herself, no matter how bad the mood was, but when she saw the wedding dress like a red rose blooming in spring, Her mood will suddenly brighten up and become better.

Gu Qingshui took the bright red wedding dress, tried it on left and right in front of the dressing mirror, the red clothes under the bright light, lined her face more and more moving, maybe women are born to be red, just like the white moonlight of her sweetheart before she was young, and the rose in her heart after maturity, after it blooms, it will become the cinnabar mole in that person's heart, and the red color makes her even more moving and charming, which is already the charm and posture that a mature woman should have.

Maybe from ancient times to the present, women have an irresistible temptation to the new clothes of joy, or they have a soft love for that dress because of its unique meaning, so Gu Qingshui Ghost wanted to try on that dress in advance, and took off the light-colored Luo skirt on his body with great interest, and slowly put on the wedding dress as red as blood from the front of the dressing mirror, the concave and convex state of Ana loomed in the light, the red wedding dress seemed to be born to be tailor-made for her, the silk fabric, The delicate and delicate embroidery, the delicate buttons, the well-cut lines, it seems that everything is made for it, and it is so suitable to wear it on her body, just like the Guanghan Palace in the moon seems to be born for Chang'e.

After Gu Qingshui got dressed, he sat in front of the dresser, and looked intently at himself in the mirror who was charming and silky, like the willow eyebrows of Shandai and the bridge of the nose like a jade spine, a small mouth with cherries, and the cheeks on both sides were like rouge made of red glow on the horizon, and the shallow spots were dyed on her face, making her more and more charming and gentle.

When he was intoxicated and immersed in his own world, entertaining himself, Gu Qingshui suddenly felt a burst of pain in his lower abdomen, and there was a sharp pain, as if something was turning over and turning in his stomach, Gu Qingshui didn't particularly care, thinking that he had eaten something bad, and the pain was not particularly serious, and it was also within his own tolerance, so he didn't care too much, so he covered his lower abdomen, thinking about whether it would be better to lie down on the bed for a while, so he staggered down from the chair, Step by step, he walked towards his bed.

The bed in Gu Qingshui's house is an antique carved wooden bed made of pure gold silk nanmu, the bed is slightly higher than the ordinary bed, because the stomach pain is unbearable, Gu Qingshui didn't even have time to take off his shoes, so he climbed onto the bed with difficulty, lay down on his side, closed his eyes slightly and rested for a while.

But after lying down for a while, Gu Qingshui didn't feel better, but the pain became more obvious, from bursts of convulsive pain to bursts of coherent pain, and each time it became more and more serious, it seemed that something was in her stomach, piercing herself again and again with a small long needle, the pain became more and more intense, so that she could no longer maintain her calm, her forehead was covered with beads of sweat as big as beans after a while, cold sweat kept coming out of her back, and the excessive churning pain made her roll up involuntarily, Holding his lower abdomen, he kept rolling from side to side, curling up like a fish caught from the water, constantly turning his dying body.

Gu Qingshui's hairline was wet with sweat, his face was pale like a white piece of paper without a trace of life, his lips were pale and slightly opened and closed, like a fish that had been dying all the time, trying to breathe hard the pungent cool air.

"Come on, is there anyone, is there anyone......" Gu Qingshui used all her strength, hoarse and screamed for help, but her voice was really small enough to break through the layers of cold air and reach the ears of others, the wind outside the window was still whistling and beating the already bare tree trunks, making some strange sounds, no one heard the miserable cry for help, just like no one heard the cry of the last cold cicada that lost its mate in late autumn.