The sun sank half of the figure behind the green mountains with a thousand rays of light, and the flowers and greenery outside the corridor seemed to be covered with a dazzling golden coat, which was dazzling and unusual. After a full meal, Li Pian'er leaned on and sat under the porch, quietly watching the afterglow of the sunset spread on the door of the room, illuminating the room in a bright and misty light.

Looking at such a scene, loneliness has swept over her whole body unconsciously, and gradually turned into a thin Aya Luo to wrap her heart longing for freedom. "Alas!" The incessant sighs and sighs declare how bored she is here.

"Mrs. Li, don't always be sentimental, sigh, be careful of depression. The slave and maid don't understand, the house is delicious and fun, and the second official is gentle and considerate to you, I don't know what Mrs. Li is bothered about? "The fine hairpin now doesn't understand what Li Pian'er has to complain about in the face of this kind of life of fine clothes and fine food, you must know that this is a rich life that many people can't ask for.

Li Pian'er slapped off the hand that the fine hairpin was holding on her lotus arm, slowly turned sideways, raised her eyes and glanced at the fine hairpin: "You are used to being locked up, what do you know, I have never lacked these things, besides, can it be compared with freedom?" There's nothing to do here, I'm alone now, everyone else wears it, and I can bring my phone or something. And why am I so hard, come to a soul wear, I don't bring anything, my phone, my game...... Ay! ”

"Mrs. Li, don't be sad, I believe your memory will be able to recover." Xichai is not on the same channel with Li Pianer at all, and still thinks that Li Pianer's amnesia is too serious and she is talking nonsense.

"You've just lost your memory!" Li Pian'er glanced at her, tilted her head, and then said to herself, "How do I feel that I am worse than the people who participated in "Metamorphosis"? They can fight or run away if they don't agree with each other, but they can't do it, and they will go home after a month of patience. Look at me again, dragging such a belly, who are you going to fight? I can't escape, I can't go back to my modern age, and I may starve to death. Hey, the glorious life of the year was all ruined by this damn crossing. You must know that back then, the Metamorphosis crew didn't dare to agree to my participation. ”

Xi Hai's head was a little dizzy at this time, and after hearing Li Pian'er say so much, she only extracted the word "fight", and hurriedly waved her hand at Li Pian'er: "You can't fight, you have to eat a lawsuit, and this is a stupid thing done by barbarians." ”

Jin Yang completely disappeared at this moment, and there was not even a trace of brilliance left. Li Pian'er didn't bother to look at the hairpin, and raised her head arrogantly towards the outside of the corridor, just in front of the phantom crescent moon lying in the bright blue sky, and the thin clouds on the side wandered leisurely, as if she was persistently chasing the footsteps of the wind.

"Huh? yes, why am I so obedient? He wouldn't let me bet, I wanted to bet, didn't he just take the dice? What's the big deal. Yinchai, go and prepare more hard paper, as well as pen and ink, Miss Ben will let you see the playing cards, teach you to play 'stud', and the next Macau God of Gamblers will be you. Li Pian'er felt that her eyes suddenly lit up, and the fun came again. It's just that she doesn't know how to play this "stud" herself, and she even boasted that Haikou wanted to teach the hairpin to play, and those who knew had to laugh off their big teeth.

The fine hairpin was puzzled, stared at Li Pian'er hesitantly, and moved the corners of her lips: "Mrs. Li, don't gamble anymore, fortunately it's a second official today." And what's the use of you asking for paper? and do not read or write. ”

The evening breeze in the gradually darkening twilight was slow, revealing a hint of coolness, and the sparse breath lingered on Li Pian'er, which made her irritable again, and she lost the only trace of patience for the fine hairpin, and glanced at her: "If you are told to go, you will go, where is so much nonsense." ”

The hairpin couldn't resist her, so she had to follow her wishes. Because Li Pian'er never read and read in the past, she was a typical husband-oriented woman, and she didn't know a single big character, so the paper she needed needed to be found elsewhere.

The fine hairpin placed Li Pian'er properly and left, leaving a few mothers-in-law to sit in the outhouse, grinding their mouths. Who made Li Pian'er annoyed when she looked at those mothers-in-law, and drove them all to the outhouse.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the hairpin did not light the lamp when she left, and the room was so dark that her fingers were blurred, and Li Pian'er in the haze was suffering from unprecedented loneliness, loneliness, and fear in her heart.

The thorns on his body that were deliberately born in order to disguise himself were completely dulled at this time, as if he could no longer be arrogant, and the fortress in his heart seemed to collapse with a bang, and the deepest delicacy saw the light.

She raised her hand, and the moment the cold jade fingers touched the corners of her eyes, her heart trembled slightly, and the corners of her eyes were so wet. "Zhong Lian, you just have this point, what is there to cry about!" She hated her uselessness and scolded herself for being weak.

She forgot when she fell in love with the indulgent life, and the pleasure of squandering youth and money, and perhaps only that way could fill the emptiness in her heart, so she was reluctant to give up. She never dreamed that such an accident would happen, and she was afraid that her good life would be ruined in this disgusting ghost dynasty.

The dark room gradually became brighter, and on the candlestick, the candles had a glow in the hands of the fine hairpin, illuminating the whole room with a layer of gold, warm and soft.

"Mrs. Li, why are you crying? It's all because they are not good, they only care about gossiping in the outhouse, and they don't know how to hold the lamp. When the hairpin extinguished the fire and turned around, he saw Li Pian'er, who was half-leaning on the embroidery bed, with undried tears on her cheeks, her eyes were dull, and she looked ahead stupidly.

Li Pian'er raised her sleeve and wiped it on her cheeks twice, snorted, and denied it simply: "Who cried?" I'm not a crybaby, no! Don't you know reflex tears? If it is caused by external stimuli, you should take an onion and smell it for you, and it is strange to see that you don't burst into tears. ”

"The slave understands, I have already brought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone you want." She couldn't tell her, so she simply diverted the topic and pointed to a few large sheets of hard paper on the table.

"Go, call me in that bunch of people out there who are in a panic, they have something to do." The haze in Li Pian'er's heart was dissipated by the warm candle flame, and the domineering arrogance on weekdays rose again.

But after a while, the seven or eight people squeezed into the room, looking at Li Pian'er with timidity in their eyes, because they didn't know what kind of ghost Li Pian'er had come up with to deal with them, and they always had a bad premonition in their hearts.

Li Pian'er looked at the crowd with a smile like this, and she didn't speak, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet. Eventually, an old woman broke the strange silence and asked, "Mrs. Li, I don't know what we need to do?" ”

"Look at how scared you, it's useless! I'm not a Western vampire and don't drink your blood. You cut me the paper on the table into fifty-four rectangular pieces. Li Pian'er pointed to the table with disdain.