Xiao Yun stood at the door with a sob, and said in a dumb voice: "Sister, who are you talking to?" ……”

Xiao Yunqing glared at the empty piano platform, twitched the corners of her mouth and said, "I'm talking to my mother, she came to me, you see, she is sitting there, watching us." ”

Xiao Yundan ran in and cried to the room like a headless fly: "Mother? Mother? Where are you? I miss you so much, why don't you come and see me? Why don't you come and talk to me? ”

Xiaoyun Qingran said: "She left, she said she didn't want to see you, she hated to see you." ”

Xiao Yundan sat on the ground and cried.

"You killed her, if you hadn't run around, she wouldn't have run out to find you, let alone fall to her death! It was you who killed my mother, it was you who killed her, it was you useless thing, it was you! ”

Xiaoyun was speechless, she had accepted the guilt.

"It's you, it's you, I'm at fault, I didn't take a good look at you, if I didn't let you run around that day, my mother wouldn't have had an accident......" Yun Qing kept saying, she not only made others believe this fact, but also kept making herself believe, and cold tears flowed from her wide eyes.

……

"I have found a suitable place for you to plant flowers on the slope outside the village, and the hut has been settled. If you don't have anything important in the future, you don't have to come back. Father Yun placed an envelope in front of the table, turned around and walked out.

This handsome and dashing man has a sad aura wrapped around his body.

Yun lightly reddened, picked up the envelope and poured it into his palm, and the two old keys were strung together with a red thread-

At this time, Xiao Yundan already had a girl's soft wheel corridor, and she was about fifteen or sixteen years old.

I sighed in my heart, it was only Xia Xia at such an age, and Father Yun couldn't wait to drive her away from home.

And the memories of the kind-hearted Yun Niang softened everything, not that she liked the mountains and wilderness and volunteered to live in the plains, but that Yun's father gently drove away.

This Yun's father is really, he is also his own daughter, even if he blames her for so many years, he still has to let her live outside by herself.

The girl Yun Dan lowered her head and held the key tightly in her hand, and the tears on her sleeves, one point, two points, converged into a small piece.

Yunqing, upstairs, watched all this quietly, at this time she should be very proud in her heart, and the thorn in her eye was driven away.

At this time, a pair of sisters still look alike, but their clothes have been differentiated, Yun Dan is like her mother, good in plain and light-colored clothes, probably good for farm work, the clothes are light and light, but Yun Qing likes to be bright and flamboyant, with big sleeves hanging down to the knees, and she is dressed like a young lady.

Yun Dan glanced up at Yun Qing and left with tears in his eyes.

Yun Qing returned to the house with a cold face, sat in front of the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror gloomily.

After being so quiet for a long time, she suddenly spoke into the mirror:

"Do you think you'll get the light of everything if you get her away? No amount of light can illuminate your dark heart. Yun Qing in the mirror pulled the corners of his mouth and said disdainfully.

She's talking to herself again?

"Shut up!" Yun Qing yelled at the mirror.

"I don't say it, it doesn't mean you haven't done it - someday, someday they'll know the truth! You will see clearly what kind of ugly soul is hidden under your hypocritical face! The face in the mirror was contemptuous and disdainful.

"The only person who knows the truth has kept his mouth shut forever, and the little daughter you want to protect has become a scapegoat, and you have the kung fu to pester me every day, so I advise you to go to the barren mountains and wild neighbors to accompany her." Yun Qing smiled coldly again.

"Dan'er is kind-hearted, and God will protect her. It's you, you're not right-minded and narrow-minded, and you're afraid that your mother will do too many bad things, so I'm here to accompany you. The face in the mirror smiled mockingly.

Yun Qing gritted her teeth and stared at the face in the realm, she seemed to completely regard the face in the mirror as her mother who had been dead for many years: "Don't worry, I won't have a troubled conscience, since the day you died, I have thrown away these useless consciences!" What do I want that ridiculous thing with my conscience?! ”

"I knew the day you played the Fuling strings, you had crooked thoughts in your heart, the tunes you played would make people upset even if they were flat, the flowers would wither, the roots of the disease would sprout, your strings brought death and sickness, you were not qualified to inherit my mastery at all, the Fuling strings were to rest the dead and promote life, you are not worthy."

"Who cares about your broken tunes, I'm not as hypocritical as you, spending my own effort to save others, what if you have saved so many people? It's not that you died earlier than anyone else, but it's a pity that your stupid Yun Dan doesn't have the qualifications to learn your song, so let it disappear from this world with you! ”

"Do you really think you're seamless? Wouldn't it be strange that your father would not pass on your cloud needle for a long time? Do you really believe that you are his favorite daughter? ”

Yun Qing smiled proudly, curled the long hair in front of him and said, "It seems that you don't know everything, my father has promised me that starting on my sixteenth birthday, he will pass on my cloud needle technique." ”

"He will definitely tell you that there is no solution in the world for the art of cloud needles, right?"

Yun Qing said disdainfully: "Do you still need to ask? When I inherit the cloud needle, you can see who I will be afraid of. ”

"The art of the world is all mutually reinforcing. Do you really think that there will be pure invincible in the world? ”

Yun Qing glared at himself in the mirror fiercely, half believing and half suspicious.

"I once told your father that if one person passes on the cloud needle, then it is necessary to pass on the secret method of the other person's antidote to the needle, so that they can contain each other, so as not to make one person bigger."

Yun Qing stood up and said angrily: "I don't believe it! Daddy never told me that there was a cure for the poison of the cloud needle! ”

The reflection in the mirror also stood up together, held his head high and said, "Do you think your father will tell you everything?" I am his wife, the love of his life. Dan'er is like me, she should have been more favored by your father. ”

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it! - "Yun Qing panted.

"The art of cloud needles is in your father's hands, and the method of detoxification is only known to me. If your father wants to pass on the cloud needle to you, then the method of detoxification will also be passed on by me to Dan'er at the same time, you think you won, but in fact, Dan'er is still better than you! ”

Yun Qing gritted his teeth: "Just make it up, I know you just want to protect Yun Dan in this way, you are dead, what use do you have besides saying these cool words to me here?!" I'm going to get rid of her right now before I finish my studies, and I'll see how she gets in my way in the future! ”

"If the antidote really falls into the hands of Dan'er, then only she knows how to detoxify in the world, are you really willing to kill her? If one day you mistakenly hit the cloud needle that you sent out, you can only sit and wait for death, do you dare? ”

Yun Qing lost control, screaming and smashing the rouge gouache on the mirror, the mirror shattered and cracked, splitting her reflection in two, hideous, terrifying, just like her current soul was also divided into two, one was the vicious and tormented Yun Qing, and the other was the mica who had been condemning her and mocking her.

I always thought that Yun Niang was sick, but it turned out that it was Yun Qing who was sick, she split herself into two people, and the mica that she kept condemning her in her imagination made her embark on an irreparable pathological path, so she was remorseful, right?

Because of the remorse hidden in her heart, she imagined such mica.

Hey, no-

I shouldn't still be stuck in these dreams, I've been dreaming for a while, why hasn't Shangguan Li come to call me yet? Or does he simply not wake me up?

So what to do? I'm not going to be stuck in my dreams all the time, am I? I don't want to stay like this with this woman like Yunqing all the time!

"Alas, the little young master has a pimple on his face—it's about to grow chickenpox—" I heard a woman's scream, worried and anxious, and turned my head to see that the scene had changed, the luxurious and noble mansion, the servants were all clean and decent, the main was plain blue, and the other two were dark blue, like the heads of the servants.

I recognized them at a glance, and I recognized this luxurious mansion.

Rong leaves, hibiscus leaves, Shangguan Mansion.

Rong Ye, who was still young, anxiously held the child to show Fu Ye, and Fu Ye hurriedly closed the door and said, "Don't let the little young master blow the wind, hurry up, go get some cotton cloth and wrap the little young master's fingers, lest he can't help but itch and scratch the pox, it's not good if such a beautiful face has a scar——"

The servants obediently dispersed to close the doors and windows, these large families are really cumbersome, not to mention several windows in a room, and the door alone has to be closed by two people.

"Also, those who haven't had chickenpox and those who have been vaccinated change shifts, so they won't be able to do their jobs if they don't get infected." She commanded methodically, gently grabbed the child's hand, and walked around the back room with him comforted, her eyes full of distress.

This little young master in his arms should be Shangguan Li, it seems that Furong and the others do regard him as if they have come out, and it has nothing to do with the identity of master and servant.

The door that was about to be closed was suddenly blocked by one foot, and the servant looked at the delicate shoes in a daze, and suddenly took a few steps back and fell to his knees.

Yun Qing, who was dressed in gold and gold, walked in and stared coldly at the people in the room, at this time she had replaced Yun Dan as Mrs. Yun of Shangguan Mansion, although her makeup was not as strong as later, but the coldness and horror on her face did not change at all: "What are you doing?" Are they all crowded here? ”

Fu Ye was holding the child and quietly took a few steps back. All people, including her, have an inexplicable fear of Yunqing in their bones.

Rong Ye said anxiously: "Madam, the little young master has chickenpox, and he is so uncomfortable that he cried for half a morning and his voice was hoarse, and he finally fell asleep - have you ever had chickenpox, madam?" It's okay if you get it, but if you don't, I'm afraid you'll get infected. ”

Yun Qing stared at Fu Ye and said, "Bring Li'er to me to see." ”

Fuye carefully carried the child to Yunqing.

Rong Ye said: "I said that the little master has been a little different recently, his little face has turned yellow, and he has no reaction to making him laugh, and he always has a cough and fever, it turns out that he is going to have chickenpox, which is really pitiful." ”

Yun Qing looked at the sleeping child in his arms, although he was asleep, his faint eyebrows were still wrinkled, and his originally round face had lost a lot of weight.

She frowned and stroked the child's face with her hand. She will also feel sorry for the child?

Fuye bit her lip and looked worriedly at Yun Qing's bright red Kodan nails that would hurt the child's face.

The child suddenly opened his eyes, glared at Yunqing, and cried.

Yun Qing was a little inexplicable and a little in a hurry, but he still held the child and didn't hand it to others.

The child was still crying, waving his limbs as if he was resisting Yun Qing's embrace, Fu Ye was distressed and wanted to go up to pick up the child, but was stared at by Yun Qing.

"What? I'm his mother, are you afraid that I won't be able to eat him?! ”

The child's crying movement became louder and louder, and a small face turned red, staring at Fuye as if he only recognized her.

Yun Qing suddenly covered his face, and when he took it down, there was a faint blood stain on his fingers, and the fresh scratches on his face were bleeding outside.

The child's thin fingers scratched her face!

She frowned violently and threw the child, who was still crying, out!