At the head of the courtyard of the old mansion, three small graves highlighted the desolation, Wei Ruoxiao stopped and refused to leave for a long time.

Late at night, a cold wind blew into the mouth of the clothes, the bright moonlight poured softly in the yard, in the silence, even the insects outside the house seemed to cry, it seemed extraordinarily quiet and cold, Wei Ruoxiao didn't know how long he sat in front of the threshold, looking at the bright moon, the warm daily life of his father, mother and sister seemed to emerge in front of him, and the laughter full of joy was vaguely in front of him.

"The cold wind blows in the night, drink to the loneliness, the joy and joy of the past, at that time, it is difficult to get together again, a pot of tears to send thoughts, full of hatred, father, sister, wait for me to take revenge and then go to you to reunite." He threw his head up and poured a sip of wine, his eyes flashed like a knife with a cold cold light, a tear fell to the ground, his lips bit together, blood poured out of the wound, and then, drop by ......drop, drowned in the tears that flowed, like a blooming blood-red flower, swaying in the cold wind, in the bright moonlight, flashing with hatred.

Wei Ruoxiao seems to have changed, he is even more indifferent, he doesn't like to talk, but he has practiced kung fu diligently.

It's winter, the wind is howling, the weather is very cold, and the business of Qinghong Mansion has also faded. There are few pedestrians on the streets, and no one wants to go out on such a cold day.

The women of the Qinghong Mansion show off their flowers every day, soliciting business from passers-by. Sun Meng boils water and delivers tea every day, and cleans. Occasionally stop in front of Caihong's former door, but the owner who often pushes the door out has already been replaced by her.

"Go, clean the door too, do your job carefully." The old bustard rebuked.

Sun Meng picked up the broom and swept it at the door.

Wei Ruoxiao was passing by the door, since the defeat of the Wei Mansion, he still often went to see the Wei family ticket number that was occupied by Qiu Dalong, which was the family business passed down from their ancestors, with too much effort and inheritance, he always thought that one day, he could take it back.

"Feng'er, is that you?"

Hearing someone call her, she looked up and saw that it was him, and her heart became restless, but she looked at her appearance in a blink of an eye, hesitated for a moment, and then quickly entered the house with a blank face.

Sun Meng hated Ruoxiao, she blamed them for marrying her to Qiu Zhengran, if it weren't for him, she might not be so miserable now. What's more, what qualifications does the current appearance have to meet people.

When he entered the house, he couldn't help but glance back at him, Wei Ruoxiao stood in place, looking inside. Sun Meng secretly leaned in front of the window, his calm heart suddenly rippled, and the undulating sadness and bitterness turned into continuous spasms, painful.

She admonished herself to be alone, to be a forgotten woman, to forget him.

For a long time, Sun Meng always had a loss of appetite and poor spirits, which once made her wonder if she had any serious illness? She has been in Qinghong Mansion for more than 3 months, and this situation has tormented her for a long time.

"You must be tired, and you are worried." Aunt Wang, who was with Sun Meng, said.

"I think so, don't worry too much, maybe just rest and rest, there is a lot of work in this firewood room, and it is always like it can't be done." She said.

"Go to bed early, it's cold, there's more work, and you have to get up early tomorrow."

Sun Meng answered and blew out the candle.

After a night of snow, there was a lot of snow outside the door of the Qinghong Building, and the bustard seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Girls, isn't it possible that you won't do business until it's cold? They all cheered up one by one and used your skills to recruit them, eating me and drinking mine every day, you are earning money, you are all enthusiastic, where has your usual commotion gone? ”

Turning around, she scolded Sun Meng, who was busy on the side: "Go, sweep away the snow at the door, be bright, don't ask me to call me anything, let you do some work, I want to call me that too, I want to call that too, one by one, I want to be angry with the old lady." Look at your appearance, moisturized, the green and red mansions have fattened you. ”

Sun Meng listened, and then subconsciously looked at himself, isn't it, his belly is big, it seems that he is really fat.

Unconsciously pulled the corner of his clothes, and he was busy facing the cold wind.

Since she occasionally bumped into Ruoxiao that day, Sun Meng has always been accustomed to looking around, wanting to search for Wei Ruoxiao's figure, and she wants to cross this filthy land of right and wrong and run to that warm embrace. It's just that the scene of getting married always disillusions her beauty, she knows that Wei Ruoxiao doesn't love him.

Between not seeing and wanting to see, she still thought: I don't know if he will come to see me? Will he come to me? Maybe not, I didn't really exist in his heart.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel sad again.

Occasionally, guests entering and leaving the Qinghong Mansion kicked the broom in my hand, thinking that I had swept the floor and blocked them.