30. I am a sin
In the end, I was sent down the mountain by Hu Dingtang.
After arguing with him for so long, I thought I had finally gained the upper hand, but he lifted my back collar and sent me back without saying a word.
It was delivered to the shroud shop, and I left after throwing it away.
It took me a while for him to come back to my senses, this person is simply unreasonable, and it is in vain to reason with him.
He only insists on his own position, you have to obey if you don't obey, and no matter how much you toss, you can't change the outcome.
Overbearing! Unreasonable! Despotic!
Nothing good.
I was so angry that I stomped my feet, and then I saw the coat I was wearing, and suddenly remembered how good he was in the first half of the night, and I really didn't know what to say about Hu Dingtang for a while.
……
The golden silk Gu was removed, the ancient tomb collapsed, and some undead people took advantage of the chaos to dig again, almost digging the ancient tomb three feet into the ground, but in the end nothing was dug up, and the matter of the gold mine came to an end.
I cleaned up inside and out of the shroud shop for two days, and then asked the carpenter to reinforce the crumbling door, and when I was done with everything, I fell asleep when I was tired.
I slept in the dark, and when I woke up again, it was late at night.
I stared at the top of the tent with my eyes open, and my mind went blank.
I don't know what to do next, I can't leave Lin'an Town, I can't climb Hu Dingtang, and my grandmother can't save me, as if I have become a waste.
Just as I was thinking about it, there was a knock on the door of the store in front of me, which scared me.
Put on his coat and walked out, stood behind the door and asked cautiously, "Who?" ”
"Miss Meng, it's me, Wu Yong." Wu Yong's voice came from outside, and I frowned.
That day, Wu Yong was dragged out of the ancient tomb by me, and later it was Hu Yunzhi who woke him up and sent him back.
I cautiously asked, "Do you have something to do with me?" ”
"Miss Meng, can you open the door? I have something to ask you. Wu Yong said.
When I was in the ancient tomb, the short conversation made me have a very good impression of Wu Yong, he came to ask me to do something at this time, is it for his sister?
When he opened the door, Wu Yong was standing at the door, holding a little girl in his right hand.
The girl was about thirteen or fourteen years old, timidly wrapped in a patched gray jacket, and her hair was a little messy and covered most of her cheeks.
This should be Wu Yong's sister Wu Xin.
"It's heavy outside with water, come in and talk." I let the two in, closed the door, bolted the deadbolt, and led them to the back hall.
I went to pour tea for them, Wu Yong stood, Wu Xin hid behind him, two small hands tightly grasped Wu Yong's clothes, as if he would fall down as soon as he let go.
"What are you doing standing, what are you doing, sitting." I gestured to the chair to the side.
Wu Yong hesitated, but still helped Wu Xin sit on the chair, then looked at me and said, "Miss Meng, I'm really sorry to disturb you at night, it's just that we can only come over at night when no one sees us." ”
"Why?" I was puzzled.
"Because ......" Wu Yong subconsciously glanced at Wu Xin, did not continue, but changed the topic, "Miss Meng, can you help my sister make a set of shrouds overnight?" ”
I was surprised: "Wu Yong, what nonsense are you talking about, so decent, why are you ......?"
Wu Yong told me before that the reason why he followed Liang Tou and them to the tomb to dig gold was to raise money for Wu Xin's medical treatment.
The gold mine has not been dug up, there is no money, and he is going to make a shroud for Wu Xin this time, does he want to take Wu Xin to kill himself?
I couldn't help but look at Wu Xin, the thin little girl lowered her head, leaning on the handle of the chair, looking really weak, the two little hands on her legs were staggered and twisted together, and there was obviously a wound on the back of her hand.
I frowned, and before I could finish my sentence, I stood up and stepped forward, grabbing the two little hands.
Wu Xin was startled, looked up at me, looked at me with his eyes, and immediately lowered his head again, trying to pull his hand back.
She was already out of breath with just the slightest movement, and I grabbed her hand and pulled her sleeve up, and I saw more scars.
I jerked my head back at Wu Yong and asked, "Who hit it?" ”
Wu Yong pursed his lips, looking like he couldn't speak, and I was suddenly angry: "You domestic violence against your sister? ”
"No, no, no, it's not me, it's too late for me to hurt her, how can I hit her?" Wu Yong hurriedly explained.
Wu Xin also panicked, and whispered: "It's not my brother, I don't blame him, I blame myself." ”
Wu Xinse shrank back, eager to shrink into a point, so that no one could see her, Wu Yong sat there, his eyes staring at the threshold, his eyes a little hollow.
This kind of emptiness gives people a feeling of death in the heart.
"Until you tell me everything, I won't make a shroud for your sister, and I won't let your sister go with you again." I finally said.
Wu Xin looked at me pitifully: "Sister, I really don't blame my brother, it's me who is bad, it's me who shouldn't be born in this world, I'm a sin, I deserve to die......"
The girl chattered endlessly, with a strong misanthropy in every sentence, I don't know what happened to her to become so humble, and I was immediately distressed.
I reached out and touched her head, and said softly: "Wu Xin, everyone's birth is meaningful, equal, there is no right or wrong, you tell your sister your hardships, maybe your sister can help you." ”
"You can't help me." Wu Xin shook his head blankly, "I'm sick, after my fifteenth birthday, I will die, sister, if you pity me, please help me make a set of shrouds, let me go decently, okay?" ”
What is the reason that you will die after your fifteenth birthday?
Fifteen years old, that is a girl's coming-of-age ceremony, representing the age when she has just grown up, how can it be here in Wu Xin, but it represents death?