Sun Meng cried like crazy, and threw himself at Caihong again, with incomparably angry and sad in his heart.

The crowd pushed her away, ignoring how she yelled, and no longer wanted her to look at her more.

The poor man who was lying on the wooden plank that was gradually moving away, how Sun Meng wanted her to sit up suddenly and tell her that she was not dead.

The vague smiling face, or the ......scene of laughing and sad with her, put it back in her heart, and it was as if hearing the cry of being whipped by Qiu Zhengran, heartache, heartbreak, and fall to the ground.

"Carry it away, carry it away, carry it away quickly, it's really unfortunate ........" In the old bustard's disgusted tone, Sun Meng was pulled back to the cruel reality.

Until the door was closed with a "bang", he still looked back in grief, stubbornly refusing to believe the facts in front of him, what appeared in front of him was still the living colored red, unwilling to believe and dare not believe the truth of this death, just what if he didn't accept it? The Caihong who was carried out, the Caihong who was pale and pale at all, the Caihong who didn't move, the Caihong who no matter how much Sun Meng cried and shouted, no longer responded to her, she couldn't call Sun Meng 'Young Lady' anymore, Caihong, she was really gone.

Sun Meng blames herself, she often blames herself, if it weren't for herself, perhaps, Caihong's fate would be a different situation. It was she who made her lose her life, made her suffer a lot of grievances, and made her suffer a lot of beatings and scoldings, and her heart was really painful.

Caihong's departure made Sun Meng wash his face with tears all day long, unkempt, and extremely decadent. Some men thought she was unlucky, saying that she was crying all day long, and she had no interest at all.

Seeing that no one wanted Sun Meng for a long time, the old bustard was also annoyed, so he sent Sun Meng to the firewood room to do some miscellaneous work.

Although the work of the firewood house is many and miscellaneous, it is better than the days of showing up, being happy with others, and leaning on the door to laugh.

The prostitutes are not worried, and the bitterness cannot add to the loneliness of the night.

The red lights of the green and red mansions are hung high, and the soft and crisp laughter of some women is fragrant and charming, attracting the men who pass by, waving the red and green handkerchiefs lightly, or singing and dancing slowly, and the wisps of fragrance are scattered in the miru.

In the firewood room, Mrs. Wang's daughter-in-law extinguished the last firewood, saying that it was almost time, and we should also rest, presumably those girls had boiled enough water, enough. I've been tired for a day, my waist is sore and numb, so you can go and rest quickly.

Sun Meng nodded, looking at Aunt Wang's vicissitudes of life and sluggish back, in this miserable world, her eyes were red all the time.

Thinking of Caihong, my heart still hurts.

The bustard raised some thugs and often dealt with the women who ran away. There are often women in Qinghong Mansion who are sold in, or forced into poverty, or forced to sell. In either case, it turned out to be willing.

Sometimes fate is not in your own hands, and those who regard the current affairs as 'Junjie' can only teach people to live in the present. There are also a few disobedient people, those who resist fate, often in the end, can only be a dead end.

And Caihong is like this, she finally chose death to fight fate.

Of course, in a place like Qinghong Building, the surface is very bright and lively, but the bottom is indifferent. It is common to kill people, and the bustard has a faint sentence for these women who have been beaten to death: "Pull away, pull away, bury it." ”

Sun Meng often appeared in front of her eyes, she was dragged away, like a dead leaf, the wind blew to the ground, and then was indifferently blown away.

Human life is so fragile that Sun Meng often thinks of death. The old bustard's man next to the firewood house wandered around and dropped a bone at the oncoming little black dog.

The little black dog chattered and gnawed on the side.

Sun Meng was sad, people sometimes don't live as freely as a dog.