"High-rise buildings in Jingu Park, beautiful people on the upper floors of Chongqi, dragon dance in the city, neon clothes drag the wide belt"

Upstairs in Chongqi, a beautiful woman dressed in white and with elegant makeup, but she still couldn't hide her beauty, held a touch of brocade, and there were only a few words on the brocade, which made her cry silently.

Her voice was like a yellow warbler out of the valley, word by word, and she recited the words on the Jinpa with great reverence.

Again...... Again......

It's like she's standing upstairs, calling her husband over and over again.

But her husband had been escorted away by the jailers.

He would never again, gently patting her on the back, tirelessly coaxing her, a woman who was tired of her husband.

The woman looked at the tall back in the distance, although she was wearing shackles, but still handsome and straight.

The sourness in my heart turned into an irrepressible downpour outside my heart.

Tears...... Soak the Jinpa.

The woman's jade-colored face became more and more enchanting under the sunset, and the beautiful mole on the corner of her right mouth was delicate, as if she wanted to break free from her body and live alone.

Her jade-white fingers carefully touched this embroidered brocade handkerchief, inch by inch, extremely careful.

Finally, the woman took the tear-soaked Jinpa into her arms.

Step by step...... Walked to the observation deck of this tall building.

The woman walked to the observation deck and looked at the poor and luxurious Jingu Garden under the tall building.

Closing his eyes, his body jumped off the tall building like a white butterfly rising with the wind.

"Green Bead!!"

The man broke free from the jailer's oppression and rushed to the woman's corpse, wailing like a wounded wolf.

Prosperous things scatter the fragrant dust, and the flowing water is ruthless and the grass springs.

The east wind complains about the birds at dusk, and the falling flowers are like people falling from the building.

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In Hakushu, at the foot of Mt. Shuangjiao, in a dilapidated thatched house.

Yuan Wangxiao opened his eyes.

There was a cry in my ears.

She blinked her eyes, sour like tofu skin soaked in water.

Take a closer look.

And behold, a woman crept down before her bed, weeping.

One by one, he was still muttering, "I should have promised my father at the beginning, and I promised Zhu Niang to the young son, and now I won't be able to be cured, woo...... My poor daughter......"

Next to the woman stood a man who was not small, like a brown bear.

Now, the man was crouching on the low, tattered threshold, skinning the fur of an unknown animal.

The man's hands kept moving, and he persuaded the woman who was crying: "Ah, don't cry, don't cry!" When I sell this fox fur to the city, Zhu Niang will be buried in the earth. After speaking, he wiped his tears heavily with the back of his hand.

The pungent smell of blood, and the mildew in the room almost made Yuan Wangxiao vomit.

She finally couldn't help it, struggled to get up with her heavy and sour body, and fell to the end of the bed and began to vomit.

"Yay! Ah, sister, wake up! Wake up! ”

Only then did Yuan Wangxiao notice that there was a child at the end of the bed. Thin and short, a pair of big eyes protruded directly on the same thin face.

At this moment, the child was pointing at Yuan Wangxiao and babbling, although he was young, his words were indeed very clear.

When the woman who was lying on the bed crying heard this, she didn't care about wiping her tears, and hugged the awakened Yuan Wangxiao.

The man who was skinning hurriedly put down the work in his hand and ran out of the door, and after a while, a bear throat came from afar: "You all go back!" All back!! The coffin is gone! My family is alive! ”

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