33.Hostel (2)

The light refracted by the candle happened to be reflected very clearly, and when I saw what my aunt was holding in her hand, my brain exploded, my eyes widened in shock, and my hairs stood on end. The whole person was like being poured ice water from head to toe, and it was cold to the heart.

What the aunt was holding in her hand turned out to be three sticks of incense!

No one speaks to someone with the kind of incense in his hand that is offered to worship, unless there is a possibility, which is to speak to the deceased. I had just heard that the aunt was talking to her daughter, that is to say, the daughter she married out of her mouth was likely to ...... Already dead?

Then what did she mean when she just said that she had found a good home for her daughter Osmanthus? The more I thought about it, the more strange I felt, my heart was hairy, I had the idea of retreating, I just moved a step, I don't know what I touched, there was a sound at my feet, and there was an inquiry in the house: "Who is outside?" ”

Suddenly, a hand covered my mouth and nose from behind, and I was startled, when did someone come behind me? Or...... Not human? The next second, a very low voice penetrated the eardrum: "Don't make a sound, follow me." "The heart of the drama has finally landed, it is Sheng Shiyao! He let go of the hand covering my mouth, wrapped his arms around my waist, and walked briskly from the window to the room where I lived.

As soon as I entered the house and closed the door, I heard the footsteps from far and near, stopped in front of the door, and waited for two seconds, and the aunt's tentative voice called: "Girl? Are you awake? In the dark, I didn't dare to come out, but I heard Sheng Shiyao whispering in my ear: "If she wants to ask again, you will pretend to be asleep and answer her." ”

Sure enough, half a minute later, the aunt tapped the door panel and called, "Girl? ”

I snorted with a feigned struggle, muttering like I had been woken up, "What's the matter?" The outside immediately replied: "It's okay, I just heard a sound, I'm afraid of being robbed, come and see the girl." It's still early, you go back to sleep. ”

The footsteps finally left, and soon there was no sound. As soon as his heart was loosened, his legs softened, and he almost fell to the ground, but fortunately he was pulled by Sheng Shiyao. Sitting on the edge of the bed, because of the excessive fright, not only was his heart beating wildly, but the whole person couldn't help but tremble. Therefore, Sheng Shiyao asked me what I saw, but I didn't make a sound when I opened my mouth several times, and he didn't urge me, so I let myself calm down.

After a few minutes, I was finally able to control myself and stop shaking. I just told what I saw and heard just now, and when I didn't see Sheng Shiyao express his opinion, I couldn't help asking: "You analyze it, what's going on?" Is that aunt's daughter really ......?"

"It should be, I just looked in from behind you, and I did see that she was very close to the wall, and if I guessed correctly, there should be a slender desk in front of her, the kind dedicated to the tablet."

"Huh? Then she said that her daughter Osmanthus has found a home, could it be that she has taken a fancy to one of you and wants to give you a secret marriage? "I know that although feudal superstitions have been resisted now, some ideas are deeply ingrained in people's hearts and difficult to change. Therefore, the form of worship is still preserved in most places, and it will be sacrificed once every year.

Sheng Shiyao suddenly stared at me and said nothing, I was inexplicably looked at, and was about to ask, but he had already spoken: "It's you." ”

"What is me?" I didn't have a head to say this, I was confused.

I heard him say, "You are the woman who has found a home for her daughter." I was stunned, and my instinct was negative: "How is that possible?" I'm a woman, where can I be with her daughter? ”

"She's not looking for marriage, she's looking for a home."

What is a host? The first time I heard this term, Sheng Shiyao's tone was very gentle, but I felt weird inexplicably.