The moon was half covered by clouds, the moonlight in summer should have been bright, but tonight it looked bleak, Su Mulian and Cheng proudly walked down the mountain, and the sound of crickets could be heard.

"Miss Su, if you're in a bad mood, I'll accompany you to catch fireflies, okay?" Cheng Aoran turned his head sideways to look at Su Mulian, who was in a heavy mood again, frowned slightly in distress, and said.

Su Mulian smiled faintly, and suddenly an ancient poem flashed in her mind, and sighed slowly: "Borrowing wine to pour sorrow is even more sorrowful, and drawing a knife to cut off water is more flowing." ”

Cheng Aoran couldn't help but be a little surprised, Su Mulian was so talented, listening to the meaning of the words, she became sad, and comforted in a low voice: "The joys and sorrows of the world, birth, old age, sickness and death, are just a matter of time. ”

Su Mulian's brows furrowed even tighter, her eyes were filled with tears, and she said in a hoarse voice: "I know, it's just that Mu Tian is only seven years old this year, and he is still so young, he was covered to death by Su Mao, do you know how much I hate him?" ”

Cheng Aoran saw that she was emotional, and she didn't know how to comfort her for a while.

Su Mulian wiped away the tears that flowed down and forced a smile: "I understand all the truths, it's just that I like to drill the horns of the bull, and I need time for me to figure it out." ”

For the rest of the way, both of them were silent and did not speak.

Su Mulian heard a noisy sound from the village from a distance, only to see a fire burning in the village, thinking about which family had gone to the water, but she didn't care.

"Miss Su, it seems that your house is out of water?" Cheng Aoran, who looked at it carefully, frowned tightly, and reminded cautiously.

This sentence was like a slap in the face, hitting Su Mulian's face hard, making her heart pinch up, and when she looked closely, she saw that her house was full of smoke.

"Oops." Su Mulian, who seemed to think of something, ran towards the village, and Cheng Aoran followed closely behind.

There were many women outside the Su family, and the men participated in the rescue operation, but it was summer, and the house was at the entrance of the village, and the fire was not only not controlled, but was blown by the wind, but became even bigger.

Su Mulian, who had passed through the crowd, was already stunned in place, only to see the kind-hearted villagers enthusiastically trying to find a way to extinguish the fire.

"Daddy, Muzhi!" Su Mulian, who was relieved, tore her throat and yelled.

"Sister Lian, aren't you in the house?" One of the women was a little surprised, but relieved that at least one less person had lost his life.

"Sister Lian, take a look at Sister Zhi." Another woman reminded.

Su Mulian looked at the unconscious Su Muzhi leaning against the courtyard wall, her face was stained with mud and dust, she walked forward quickly, squatted aside, and gently shook her.

"Muzhi? Muzhi! Wake up! Su Mulian shook her gently and said.

But the unconscious man did not react in the slightest.

This made Su Mulian even more flustered, she was afraid that she would fall asleep forever like Su Mutian, so she quickly slapped her cheek and roared: "Muzhi, wake up quickly!" Don't scare me! ”

After patting for a while, I heard Su Muzhi cough in a low voice, slowly opened his eyes, and looked around blankly, obviously in a state of confusion.

"Muzhi, what's going on?" Su Mulian became anxious and asked, "Why is there water at home?" What about mom and dad? ”

"Daddy and mother......" Su Muzhi repeated mechanically, then opened his eyes wide, reacted, and his emotions became violently excited, wanting to stand up, but he didn't have the strength, pressed Su Mulian's arm, and said urgently.

"It's Su Mao! He blocked the door of the house, and then lit a fire, and it was my father and mother who desperately rescued me! Su Muzhi, who was wide-eyed, her eyes were full of fear, and she whispered.

Then the memory of the fire poured out of Su Muzhi's mind, and she saw her body trembling with fear and crying helplessly.

When Su Mulian heard the name "Su Mao", she was full of anger, her hands were already clenched, and she gritted her teeth and squinted her eyes.

"Sister Lian'er, when I was in the courtyard tonight, I saw Su Mao light the fire with my own eyes, and then I pulled my father-in-law and called everyone to save him, but the fire was too big, and Sister Zhi still pushed out of the window by Third Brother Su and Third Sister-in-law Su."

One of the women frowned distressedly and looked at Su Mulian sympathetically.

After hearing this, Su Muzhi became even more emotional, and hurriedly slapped herself and blamed herself: "Sister, it's all my fault!" You obviously told me to take care of my father, but I didn't, sister, you beat me and scolded me! ”

Although each loud slap fell on Su Muzhi's face, it hurt in Su Mulian's heart, and he held her wrist at once, stopped her, and then hugged her tightly, the anger, resentment and dissatisfaction in his heart turned into tears and fell calmly.

"Muzhi, I don't blame you for this." Su Mulian whispered.

Su Muzhi cried with self-blame, whether it was the disappearance of her younger siblings or the death of her father, it was all related to her, which made her extremely guilty, crying and choking: "Sister, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" ”

Su Mulian let go of her, wiped her tears, and said solemnly: "Muzhi, it's not your fault, you know?" From now on, only our two sisters will be left, don't worry, I will protect you well and will never let you have any trouble. ”

The fire was extinguished with the concerted efforts of the villagers, but the entire house was stained with ashes and reduced to rubble.

Su Mulian stood up and walked with difficulty step by step.

"Sister Lian, don't go." One of the villagers stopped her and kindly reminded, "This fire is so big, the bodies of Third Brother Su and Third Sister-in-law Su have been dyed to ashes." ”

Of course, Su Mulian knew the superstition of the ancients, people must die in the earth for peace, and this kind of crushing bones and scattering ashes is the most unlucky.

"Mu Lian, the festival mourns and changes." Another villager comforted.

"Everyone, this place must not be inhabited, tomorrow when the sun comes out, we will help Sister Lian take care of this place together, okay?" Another villager proposed loudly.

Fortunately, the villagers were enthusiastic and simple, and they all agreed.

"Sister Lian, will you go to my house for one night?" The woman from the next door suggested.

Su Mulian shook her head weakly and smiled gratefully: "Thank you, I want to be quiet here, thank you for your help today, you all go back to rest." ”

Then Su Mulian took Su Muzhi and bowed to everyone.

The villagers knew that the two were in pain, and although they were worried, they did not persuade them anymore and left one after another.

Su Muzhi, who was frightened, was still trembling.

Su Mulian turned around slowly, squinting at the scorched earth in front of her, and a cold smile rose at the corner of her mouth.

"Daddy, little sister, I will avenge you."