Wen Du got up and left, and told her a plain word, but he was really speechless with her.

He really didn't know what else to talk to her about other than all these chores.

I don't know how he endured her boredom over the years, in the past, Aunt Xiao explained from the side, he still felt that life was delicious, and now Aunt Xiao is gone, his life is like a bowl of spicy soup that he is used to, and suddenly lost the flavored five-spice spicy seeds, so this bowl of life, there is no longer taste, making him boring and weak.

Wen Du got up, only to realize that the so-called "you have to be" in the book, so it is so, losing someone, there is no such joy in life from now on.

Xu sent him into the back room, and when he saw his back showing fatigue, he couldn't help but feel distressed.

It's just that because of her status as the mother of a house, it's not good to go into the back room with him during the day, and it's not good to comfort him.

Xu Shi stood and congratulated him, and when he saw him lift the curtain and walk into the inner room, he slowly sat down, took out a forehead wipe and slowly embroidered.

She learned Su embroidery since childhood, because her mother is from Wudi, quite familiar with Su embroidery, this one for the old lady to wipe the forehead to embroider the green leaves on the chrysanthemum. The gold thread slowly pulled from the forehead, the green leaf has been hooked through the thread first, she embroidered and embroidered and felt a sense of powerlessness, a sense of loneliness from the bottom of her heart, an indescribable sense of loneliness, and when she was a child, she sat by the embroidery frame to learn embroidery, it was an indescribable loneliness, as long as she thought about it, she wanted to try to open her mouth to describe the loneliness, there was somewhere like touching a broken piece of porcelain, the pain of the piercing, the pain and fear, where the pain was, she didn't know.

She remembered that she once went out of the house and went to the grange to see the people pickling radishes, and the people pointed to a big jar of high wine, and told her that before the radishes in the wine jar were pickled, sake, salt, water and sugar should be sprinkled in the wine jar, so that after pickling for a month, the radish would be another delicious appetizer.

The thread ran around her tender fingertips, and for some reason her eyes suddenly swelled up, as if tears were pouring out.

Why do you think of the pickled radish when she was a child, she asked herself, she felt like a radish pickled in the wine jar, Wen Du is her wine jar, no, but the whole Wen Mansion is her wine jar, she is the radish, she just entered the wine jar, she is a crisp white and tender radish, later, the old lady's awe, coldness, suspicion, hatred for the Xiao family, disgust, jealousy, dissatisfaction, dissatisfaction with Yujun, resentment towards those concubines, estrangement, love for Wen Dui, Wen Dui's snub to her again and again, Treating those concubines equally is like pickled radish wine, salt, and bad water, constantly pickling themselves, making themselves unable to extricate themselves, indulging in the pain of Wen Dui's love and can't be loved, and in the hatred of Xiao's love for Wen Dui's life, her crisp white radish has become a pickled radish suitable for the position of the head mother of Wenfu.

She couldn't remember what the former concubine of the Xu Mansion was like.

I lost myself, and I didn't get Twilight.

She felt an indescribable pain, her eyes swelled, and tears flowed out without warning.

The charcoal fire in the room was peeling, and it was warm like spring, and even a pot of arrow orchids on the embroidery table in front of the soft couch was tasseled, but her heart seemed to never sprout again, but a completely pickled, lost white and tender pickled radish, so shriveled and difficult to live.

Xu held her chest, it was very full, but she always felt that it was empty.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and it was a warm and smooth feeling, like the feeling of Twilight reaching out to touch her cheek for the first time.

She wanted to laugh, she wanted to laugh out loud.

She didn't understand why she had been planning for so many years, boiling Aunt Xiao to death, killing people with a knife, being high-sounding, hiding from the world, she would do all these means, she had survived for so many years, and she had killed Aunt Xiao, why, why was she still so lonely and couldn't hug Wen Dui.

It was like something devoured her, the pain couldn't help herself, and it came inch by inch, the pain of loneliness waited for her every night, as long as Wen Du was not in her room that night, she would feel that kind of devouring, it would not be painful, but it would be difficult to think about Wen Dusk, and she couldn't think of many sweet details of him and her, so she began to lie blankly. She wanted to open her mouth to call people, call Baoxin, call Liusang, call them to accompany her, tell them, say how much she hates Aunt Xiao for snatching her husband, if it weren't for Aunt Xiao, she and Wen Du would respect each other and love each other, and want to tell them that she is so miserable, and there is a lonely and painful hole in her heart that can't be plugged.

However, she could not say anything, her mouth was like a shriveled sugar cane, dry and astringent, and she could not make a sound, only pain and loneliness tore at herself alone in the long night.

Tears flowed down her chin, tired of the powder, and she wiped them dry with the back of her hand.

"Mother, dad is back?" Outside, there was the sound of Yu Yan's flying laughter.

Xu closed his eyes, and Liusang, who was guarding outside the door, saw that Yuyan was coming, and was afraid that she would spare Wen Du and Xu, so he reached out to stop her. Yu Yan disdainfully reached out and gently pushed them away, then rushed into the main hall with a smile.

Xu wiped it clean, not wanting Yu Yan to see that she had cried.

Yu Yan didn't look at Xu, but just rushed in and asked loudly, "Mother, what about Dad." ”

But I heard that Xu Shi hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull her, and scolded in a low voice: "You whisper, your father is resting inside." ”

Yu Yan sat down and asked, "Why didn't Dad come to see me?" I heard that he went to Yujun yesterday as soon as he came back. That's why. Why don't you come back to me now? He is always partial to Yujun. ”

Xu Shi had nothing to say, hearing the words as if she had been hit hard, she only felt that her limbs were weak and weak, although she had already felt that Wen Duan didn't love her enough, and didn't love her concubine enough, but it was just a suspicious shadow, and now that Yu Yan said it herself, she felt that the blow was blowing, and she had no strength at all.

is like a person who is drowning in the water, losing the floating plank to survive, but also losing the survival instinct, not like struggling, as if Wen Du doesn't like them is a sure thing, and struggling is useless.

Xu's lips hooked, and he smiled as if he was reluctant.

"Actually, your father is also tired, and he doesn't have time to see you recently." Xu Shi said this reluctantly, not only to comfort Yu Yan, but also to comfort herself, she suddenly felt pitiful, but it was also an instant, so she didn't feel it that way.

She remembered the story in the script, did she say a few good words from Wen Dui, Wen Du might be able to hear it, like in the script, Danjiao said good things behind his back, and the end of the horn could be heard by coincidence, and then, the end of the horn will find that Dan Jiaoer is good, and then the mirror will be broken and reunited, and the hairpin and strand will be combined?

Xu smiled at Yu Yan and said, "Ah Yan, don't think like this, how can the master not like you, he likes you." He likes Yujun and Ah Yan, and just now we said that we want to send Yuyan to Wen's private school to study. I don't like you, so why bother with you. Whose girl is still studying? ”