These days, this not too bright house is all of Ding Shujiao's life, and everything in her reality is here.

She continued to sort out the box of books, some of them were yellowed, they were all collected by Meng Jiagui before, most of the martial arts stories, many of them were still very new, she picked them out, wiped them clean, and put them aside. Raising her eyes, she saw that on the bed frame hung the purple gauze cheongsam she had sorted out that she had worn many years ago, which had been pressed to the bottom of the box, and the cheongsam still looked very new, because it had been pressed for too long, the folds on the cheongsam were not very comfortable. She walked over, sat down on the ground, and ran her hand back and forth with her wrinkles, and stopped, and the wrinkles were still there, not smoothed by an inch. She hugged the cheongsam and buried her head in it. It's like buried in the memories of her youth. After a long time, Ding Shujiao stood up and looked around, and on the small table next to the chest of drawers were the things she had packed up, snuff bottles, oil bottles, plates and bowls, and a few dried dates.

She remembered something, so she dragged out a small reddish-brown suitcase from under the bed, opened the drawer of the mahogany cabinet, took out some change of clothes, and stacked them neatly in it, her eyes fell on the white porcelain basin on the floor, and there was a blue towel on the side of the basin, the tears on her face were already dry, and the air was filled with dust.

Ding Shujiao scooped water from the bucket and poured it into the basin, twisted it with a towel, and wiped her face. She wrung out the towel and put it on the back of the chair, opened the door with the basin and went out to pour water, and happened to see Liu Peizhu standing in the courtyard outside.

Since Meng Jiagui's accident, Liu Peizhu suddenly understood a truth, the world is unpredictable, accidents and tomorrow I don't know which one will come first! Every day should be cherished.

The sun was shining, Liu Peizhu took the book "The Legend of the West Chamber" given to her by Zhao Xiaoshuang, walked out of the door, and read a book on the bench in the courtyard alone, she wanted to let the plot in the book replace her boring, depressed mood, breathable!

"Hey!" Hearing the sound, she raised her eyes and saw that it was Ding Shujiao, and Liu Peizhu said hello.

Ding Shujiao had a cold face, only glanced over here, and did not answer.

Liu Peizhu thought for a while, and then said, "The death of the second young master is not your fault!" I know you're feeling bad too! ”

Ding Shujiao sneered: "Oh? Do I need your alms and compassion? ”

"Of course not, that's not what I meant! I'm just like you, I'm without a man! We have the same fate! ”

"That's not right! I'm not like you! If you're interested, you'd better not show up in front of me! Ding Shujiao said, walked a few steps into the house, and turned around, "Bang!" The door slammed shut.

This was the first conversation between the two after they met at the police station.

Liu Peizhu has been avoiding her, she knows.

For Ding Shujiao, Liu Peizhu is a point in her heart, an unattainable point, she comes from the Liufu with a superior family, she is young and beautiful, she has to be favored by Meng Jiagui, her own man.

As the saying goes, no contrast hurts.

Yes! Liu Peizhu hurt her, since the moment she entered the Meng family, Ding Shujiao's heart surged with a taste that she had never experienced before, that mixed with sourness, chagrin, self-abandonment, resentment, disappointment spread in her heart but could not be declared, after a long time, she knew that it was called jealousy.

When the eldest lady boasted about Liu Peizhu and had high hopes that her future grandson would be as handsome as Liu Peizhu, when Meng Xichang's words of love for Liu Peizhu floated into her ears, and when the Meng family put their arms around Liu Peizhu in and out with a grand attitude, completely ignoring her feelings, this anger became even stronger.

If one person is another person's hell, Yoo Pei-joo is.

Liu Peizhu has everything she desires for beauty, and she has nothing

Nor did it. In strong contrast to Meng Jiagui's rudeness, violence and ruthlessness! She tried hard to ignore all this, because she was going to live here, and today he was still dead! His death did not relieve her, but was like a stone that weighed down her breathlessly.

Ding Shujiao was thinking about it, when she suddenly heard someone knocking on the door, and when she opened the door, she saw that it was He Qingping.

She was holding a white silk handkerchief in her hand, and when she saw Ding Shujiao open the door and come out, she smiled, took the silk handkerchief into her arms, and said, "What about me, I'm just bored, I want to go out for a walk, if you're okay, just go with me, and by the way, nag!" Scatter your mind! ”

"Well, it's boring to be idle anyway, okay! Wait a minute! ”

Ding Shujiao is already very depressed, so it's good to go out for a walk!

As a young lady, He Qingping is similar in age to Ding Shujiao, and she is deeply sympathetic to her life experience, and these two women have gradually become confidants, just like one grass in a lonely desert meets another.

Ding Shujiao went into the house to clean up a little, picked up a small bag and went out with He Qingping.

The street was full of traffic, and the noisy shouting quickly diluted the gloom in Ding Shujiao's heart. They wandered along the road, and when they got tired of shopping, they sat down at the roadside snack shop and asked for a few side dishes.

"Can you drink?" He Qingping asked.

"I can, can you?"

"How's the rice wine?"

"Okay!"

He Qingping asked for rice wine, the second child of the restaurant helped open the lid, He Qingping asked for the wine, poured half a glass for Ding Shujiao, and poured half a glass for herself. Ding Shujiao saw that He Qingping's hand holding the wine glass had very long nails on her little fingers, which were finely dyed red.

He Qingping said, "Shujiao, come and dry this cup, your bitterness, I know!"

"What? Bitter? Hehe, I'm not bitter, really.."

Ding Shujiao said, pushing back the lock of hair that blocked her eyes on her forehead. The broad forehead was exposed, and the person looked energetic.

"You're so young!"

"Aren't you the same!"

"I'm old before you."

Ding Shujiao looked at He Qingping more carefully, when she was middle-aged, she was a little fat and a little haggard, but she still dressed up seriously, women love beauty, no matter when! In a long cyan dress, her black hair was simply curled into a bun, hanging obliquely behind her head, coated with grease powder, with two big Burmese jade bead rings hanging from her ears, and her lips were also coated with vermilion lip grease, the coloring was too dark, and she looked a little vulgar in middle age.

"This color lip balm is not suitable for you, change to a sandalwood color, and it will look younger." Ding Shujiao said.

"If you don't change it, no matter how young you are, no matter how good-looking you are, who will you show it?"

The wine entered his throat, a little spicy throat, He Qingping coughed lightly, smashed his mouth, and turned his head out of the window, The wall on the side of the window exposed oleanders, which were blooming small, red flowers.

"You're better than me, you love the master, the master loves you! It's good to have someone who hurts! ”

"Really? Have you never loved the second young master?" He Qingping asked in some surprise.

"No, no, I never knew what love was like, and I accidentally became a little widow. This may be fate, but I really want to love it once! ”

Ding Shujiao picked up the wine glass, took a small sip, and choked on herself to cough.

He Qingping also picked up the wine glass.

"Come, if nothing else, just make a drink for ourselves!" After speaking, he drank it all, and then couldn't help laughing like self-deprecation, Ding Shujiao didn't laugh, she couldn't laugh at all.

He Qingping smiled and smiled, her nose was sour, she felt her gaffe, and quickly took it

The handkerchief gently wiped away tears from the corners of his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Ding Shujiao asked.

"Nothing!"

Recently, if there is something, it's okay, she is always easy to cry, I heard people say that pain will make people cry, and people say that happiness will also make people cry, but He Qingping's tears, neither, anyway, she is often like this these days.

"Good to you, sir! You should be happy, why do you cry when you talk about it? ”

He Qingping lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "In this world, this old man cares about me, hehe, tell me, should I also be content?"

Neither of them spoke, and the rice wine was very fragrant, which quickly dispelled the chill on their bodies.

"You wait here for me for a while, and I'll go across the street and buy a hat, and I'll be back in a minute."

Ding Shujiao broke the silence, she didn't want to ask more, she just wanted to find a reason to leave first, so that He Qingping could calm down alone. On the other hand, just before entering the store, she noticed a crude medicine shop across the street.

Out of the snack shop across the street, is a famous hat shop, there is a newly opened crude medicine shop next to the store, I heard that there is an old doctor here, surnamed Lin, medical skills are very high, Ding Shujiao bought a hat is an excuse, in fact, I want to come to this pharmacy, find this old doctor Lin to show herself, because these days, she always has no appetite, always vomit.

Ding Shujiao stepped into the threshold of the store and looked inside, the pharmacy was very deserted, and there were no customers. On one side of the store is a row of wide counters, in a zigzag shape, and the small drawers of the hundred-eyed cabinet behind are marked with a variety of drug names. ”

"Can you see a doctor here?"

"Yes!" The guy inside replied. He pointed to the depths of the store.

Looking in the direction of the man's finger, there was an old doctor in a gray cloth robe who was napping on a table of eight immortals. Hearing them speak, the doctor awoke, and his thin body lifted himself from the table. Seeing Ding Shujiao looking this way, thinking that it was a guest, she said, "Come in and sit!" What's wrong with you?"

Ding Shujiao walked over and sat down at the table, she didn't know if this old man was Dr. Lin.

"I'm not comfortable anywhere, I don't have an appetite for anything, I just entered the door, and I wanted to vomit when I smelled the medicine in your room."

"Give me your hand!"

The old doctor carefully checked Ding Shujiao's pulse, frowned, and looked solemn.

"What disease am I? Does it matter?"

Seeing that the doctor didn't speak, Ding Shujiao asked a little nervously.

"It's not a disease, it's a joy for you!"

The old doctor replied, and took a small paper bag from the drawer of the medicine cabinet beside him, and the paper bag was tightly wrapped.

"This packet of dried apricots is for you, if you are disgusting, take one in your mouth."

"What did you say?"

As she was talking, the counter suddenly became noisy, and Ding Shujiao turned her head to see that it was a customer from the store, who was prescribing medicine with a prescription. She also heard that the guy said that he would come in five days to pick it up, that there was less in the store... She didn't hear anything after that, and Ding Shujiao only felt her brain buzzing.

How can you get pregnant?

It's not like you can't get pregnant!

She didn't believe the doctor, so she asked, "Doctor, could I be mistaken?" Are you sure I'm happy?"

"The veins are as smooth as beads, powerful and whirling! You can't go wrong! It's a joy, go back and recuperate! Congratulations!"

The old doctor said with a smile, and his white beard trembled.