Who is the woman in white?

The cold face under the pavilion that day seemed to be engraved in his heart, and it could not be erased.

Jiang Hansheng has been lying on the bed thinking since he woke up.

"Young master, Madame called you over."

"Got it."

Before Jiang Hansheng could change his clothes, he put on a set of navy blue satin pajamas and went directly, he yawned as he walked down from the upstairs unhurriedly.

In the living room, an elderly lady sat with Buddhist beads in her hand, while the girl next to her squatted and peeled apples.

It seems that Mrs. Jiang is not in a good mood today.

"Mrs. Jiang, is there something wrong?"

Jiang Hansheng lay on the sofa with his legs crossed while talking, picked up the freshly peeled apple and nibbled on it.

Seeing him gnawing on an apple while crossing her legs, Mrs. Jiang sighed helplessly.

"In the evening, I asked Mrs. Ruan to go to the pear orchard to watch a play, and you go with me."

"I'm not going, what am I doing with you old ladies' pastime."

"You stinky boy, I think you should be more sensible when you come back after staying abroad for a few years, so it's still the same as before."

"You hate me so much, then why do you want me to come back."

"If it weren't for the fortune teller saying that you have a catastrophe this year, I wouldn't have let you come back, and let you pray in the temple for your blessings, and I ran away. I see, if Jiang Wen doesn't see it well, you can change someone. ”

"Mrs. Jiang, you are going too far, you call it dictatorship."

"What Mrs. Jiang, I am your mother. You see you've been asleep for three days, and you must have caused something unclean on that mountain. ”

"What age is this, you still have that set of thoughts, you ghost and weird feudal thinking should also be reined in, and you must believe in science."

Mrs. Jiang didn't say anything and put down the teacup.

"At seven o'clock tonight, if you don't come, then Jiang Wen can also leave."

……

Mrs. Jiang is really used to being a warlord, and this dictatorial personality is getting more and more serious.

Seven o'clock, pear orchard.

Jiang Hansheng sat beside Mrs. Jiang with his head drooped.

"Mrs. Jiang, this scene is the best play of this troupe, and the one who plays Huo Xiaoyu is the pillar of the troupe." The woman in the ill-fitting suit sitting next to her laughed and trembled, and his scalp was numb when he heard Mrs. Jiang, this Mrs. Ruan was really exactly the same as before.

Especially when I laugh, I feel that my flesh is shaking.

I really don't know why I have to accompany a group of old ladies to the play.

Ay......

Jiang Hansheng sighed,

Then he looked at the stage boredly while munching on melon seeds.

Suddenly I felt a chill, and I couldn't help but shiver.

Strange, isn't the cold still good?

Jiang Hansheng didn't think much about it, and began to swallow melon seeds again.

I really don't know what to see about this crying and crying scene, and the ladies looked as if they were fascinated.

I don't even know what it looks like when it's painted like that.

At the end of the play, when the people on the stage retreated, suddenly the pillar turned around, two lines of blood and tears, and stared at Jiang Hansheng with straight eyes.

This, what's going on?

Jiang Hansheng rubbed his eyes and looked at them fixedly.

The stage was long empty.

"Mrs. Jiang, did you see that just now?"

"See what?" Jiang Liu looked at Jiang Hansheng calmly, and there was no trace of surprise on his face.

Jiang Hansheng pondered for a moment and replied.

"Nothing. Okay, now that the play is over, I'll go home first. You just go back slowly. ”

Xu hasn't rested well these days, and he has just been dazzled.

"Wait a minute."

"What's wrong again?"