Aunt Lin smiled knowingly and nodded. After the two finished speaking, Yun Niang came up again and whispered, "I have inquired clearly." ”

"What's going on?"

"I just went out just now, and I met Jiubao, the little guy next to the eldest young master, going to the kitchen to pick up something, and I didn't ask, Jiubao poured beans into a bamboo tube, and told me everything."

Wanying asked, "What's going on?" ”

"Hey, it is estimated that Aunt Cui instigated Mrs. Cui in this matter."

"She?" Aunt Lin really didn't expect it to be Aunt Cui.

"Jiubao and the eldest young master went to say goodnight to his wife, and it happened that Aunt Cui was also gossiping with his wife, talking about Aunt Gao's matter, and Aunt Cui said, 'Sister Gao said that Sister Lin cursed Wanyun is a widow, this is a taboo, even the emperor has cursed, it has spread in our house, and in a few days, the capital can still hide it, Mrs., you can't just forget it, if you don't take some measures, people will mistakenly think that we are covering up Sister Gao."

"And then?" Aunt Lin asked.

"And then the kid of Jiubao, I can't tell you why."

"She?" Aunt Lin was still thinking.

"Grandma, we don't seem to have offended Aunt Cui, and we rarely have any contacts, and she is also warm with Aunt Gao, how can she throw stones at Aunt Gao at this time?"

Speaking of Aunt Cui, Wanying seemed to remember something, but she was not very sure, but there was always a shadow shaking in her heart. Today, when I heard Wanyun arguing and entanglement with the man in the back garden, a fragment flashed in Wanying's mind, this scene seemed familiar, but the scene in her memory was really vague and distant, but for a moment, Wanying forgot about it again, and only then did she mention that Aunt Gao went into the water to save herself, and the picture that flashed during the day once reappeared in her mind like lightning. Nearly ten years have passed, and she is a little afraid to conclude whether she fell into the water that day? Or was it pushed into the water? But Wanying is sure that she is not Aunt Gao, because the moment she fell into the water, she saw Aunt Gao taking Wanyun and Wanfen to play opposite the lotus pond, so it was definitely not Aunt Gao who pushed herself into the water. But the young self clearly felt that he was pushed down the lotus pond by a force.

"Mother, do you guess who pushed Qing'er into the lotus pond that year?"

Aunt Lin was already a little sleepy, but when she heard Wanying say this, she became extremely alert and said, "Didn't you fall into it yourself?" ”

Wan Ying shook her head and said, "I was still young in those years, and when I fell into the lotus pond, I poured a few mouthfuls of dirty water, and I was shocked, cold and scared, so I couldn't remember what was going on at that time in my mind. And at that time, my mother kept asking Qing'er to say that she had fallen into the water? ”

"Mother asked you to say this back then, because Aunt Gao saved you, is there anyone else at the scene, if someone pushes you into the water, won't it chill Aunt Gao's heart?"

"But mother, it's not Aunt Gao, and it's really not Qing'er who stumbles on her own."

"Son, don't you dare to talk nonsense, you were confused that day, could it be that you remembered it by mistake?"

Wanying closed her eyes, shook her head vigorously, and said categorically: "Probably not, Qing'er has grown up in the past few years, and occasionally I see Aunt Cui always dodging when she sees Qing'er. ”

When Aunt Lin heard Aunt Cui's three words, she was not surprised at all, as if she already knew this answer in her heart, and said, "It's her." ”

"Miss, why did you suddenly remember this?" Yun Niang asked.

Wanying still has her eyes closed, the scene of falling into the water ten years ago, Aunt Cui, the white cat, Wanyun, the man, entangled...... A series of things turned repeatedly in Wanying's mind, Aunt Cui, the man, the entanglement, the flower cat, the dodging eyes......

"Mother, it's Aunt Cui." Wanying opened her eyes and said firmly.

Yun Niang sat on the edge of Wanying's bed, wiped the sweat beads on Wanying's forehead with a silk handkerchief, and said distressedly, "Did Miss remember something?" ”

"It should be Aunt Cui, before falling into the water, I chased the white cat before falling into the lotus pond."

"Is it Aunt Cui's cat?" Aunt Lin asked.

"It's the cat, there was a dead fish by the lotus pond, the cat went to eat it, I also went there at that time, and then I fell into the water."

"A cat, it can't be said that it was Aunt Cui who pushed you, so you don't dare to talk nonsense in the future."

"Yes, miss, even if the cat is Aunt Cui's, after so many years, there is no evidence, and I don't dare to say this casually."

Wanying couldn't think of a reason to refute her mother and Yun Niang, and even she felt inexplicable, why did she suddenly think of this old thing. But her intuition told herself that someone pushed her into the water back then, and that person was Aunt Cui. But why did Aunt Cui push herself into the water? Wanying really couldn't remember. The more I thought about it, the more my head hurt, and I simply didn't want to think about it.

"Qing'er can't say why? But the intuition seems to be Aunt Cui. ”

Aunt Lin hugged Wanying tiredly, and said affectionately: "It's all my mother's fault, it's my mother who didn't protect you." ”

As soon as Aunt Lin said this, Wanying didn't dare to say any more, so she had to give up.

"Miss, there are many people in our house, this is not a joke, Miss will not dare to say it again in the future."

Qing'er understood. Qing'er won't cause trouble to her mother. ”

"Silly child, my mother is not afraid of trouble, and my mother is afraid that you will be wronged."

Wanying smiled heartily and said, "Isn't Qing'er good?" Mother don't worry, it's all because Qing'er has nothing to do. ”

"Mother, and Wanyun......" Wanying wanted to tell her mother what she saw today, and after thinking about it, forget it, more is better than less, her mother is tired enough, don't worry her.

Aunt Lin was already sleepy, her eyebrows were full of unstoppable tiredness, the red fire, dancing with long flames, warm sleepiness, through the thick dress, seeping into the texture, little by little into a yawn, flying out of Aunt Lin's mouth endlessly.

"Miss, rest early, it's late at night, and I'll wait for your mother to go to sleep."

"Mother, you should sleep peacefully......"

A few rough maids went into the house and carried out the red stove, poured a few soup women into the bedding, and the attic became cold little by little, and the breath in the nose was also hard and cold. Wanying never felt a little sleepy, lying on the bed, her eyes staring at the dead branches shaking on the window paper. Reflecting the moonlight, the gray window paper, and a few gray branches, as hideous as ghost claws. Wanying got up lazily and lit an inconspicuous small lamp at the head of the bed. Picked up a soft cushion and leaned on the back quilt, holding a soup woman in his hand, and warming a soup woman on his feet.

The lack of moon hangs dredging paulownia, and the initial tranquility of people is missing. From time to time, I saw a lonely person, ethereal and lonely.

Shocked but turned back, there was hatred and no one to think. Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to perch, and the lonely sandbar is cold.

A song by Su Dongpo's "Fortune Operator" drifted into Wanying's heart full of sorrow, squeezed into the heart so hard, and Fang Cai's sorrow was slightly dispersed.

The young man did not know the taste of sorrow, once upon a time, he sat under the west window, looking at the continuous autumn rain, and always tried his best to pretend to be sad. It's ridiculous. The gloom is bleak throughout the article, lest I fail to live up to the little sorrow I have gathered in every possible way. I'm also afraid that others won't be able to taste the autumn sorrow that they want to vent.

However, the real melancholy suddenly poured in, but there was a little bit of a meaning that I wanted to say goodbye. lest others know that they are sorrowful. The sentence 'Mother, go to sleep early...... made Wanying appreciate for the first time what it means to talk about it.

This night, Wanying never slept for a moment, and her mind kept entanglement with everything that happened that day. A short day seems to be longer than a lifetime, and 15 years of self-righteous years are just a malicious joke. Is it true that the older you get, the more you see, the more you hear, and the more you think? Those people and things that used to be simple and beautiful have become cracked, peeled off, and gradually revealed their original colors after being washed away by the years.

Wanying didn't want to face such an unbearable feeling, and subconsciously avoided it in her heart, but the heartache of heaven and earth made Wanying have nowhere to escape, so she could only tear her heart apart little by little, and paste all these unbearable memories behind those quiet and beautiful pictures one by one.

She told herself in her heart that from now on, the heart is no longer the heart of the past, and the years are no longer as quiet as before, when she is holding it in her hand, the opposite side must be ups and downs, when a person smiles at you like a flower, she must be hideous behind her back, so that she is ready, when the wind and rain come, so as not to forget to bring an umbrella......

Thinking wildly that the sky was dark, Wanying was exhausted, and finally fell asleep unconscious and drowsy......