When my mother saw me, her trembling body shook for a while, she looked very excited, and called out repeatedly: "Yu'er...... My jade ......" tears rolled down.

A loving mother is compassionate, and what mother does not want to love her children?

I wept and threw myself into front of my mother, who took me into her arms.

For some reason, her hand holding me tightly suddenly let go in a panic.

I was slightly startled, and when I looked up, I saw my mother's sad and timid eyes looking at my father.

Dad stands occasionally, and he is the master of the Yan family.

My heart was cold, and I knew that everything I was good or bad would depend on my father's face.

Suddenly, I heard a few affectionate calls:

"Dad, you're back!"

"Dad, where have you been these days, you want to kill your daughter!"

"Dad, you said you took me there, why did you sneak away again?"

A coquettish call outlined the thoughts of a short parting.

Without looking, I already knew that it was my brother and sisters who knew that my father had returned, and rushed over to greet him.

But when they saw me, my brother and sister ignored me indifferently, just like the servants did.

Even the little sister who had the best relationship with me in the past only timidly whispered: "Second sister......"

I immediately understood that this was my father's unscrupulous look for me.

In his heart, he may never have forgiven me.

Even if he redeemed me this time, it wasn't because he wanted me to go home, but just because his daughter was a tomb robber.

He can't afford to lose this person, he can't stand this crime, so he will not hesitate to spend a lot of money, and would rather endure the blackmail of the Qian prefect and buy me back from the knife.

As soon as I realized this, I was overwhelmed with compassion and felt as if I had fallen into an ice cave.

How embarrassing and ridiculous the scene is, how ruthless and ruthless.

Even if everything is because of me, at this moment, I suddenly smile sadly, but it is more pathetic and pitiful than crying!

I felt that I had no interest anymore, gritted my teeth and walked up to my father, calmly kowtowed to him three times, and said, "Dad, I said I was not your daughter, why did you bring me back?" This made the whole family unhappy. I know that I am guilty of sin, and I don't deserve to stay in the Yan family anymore, so I'll go. I kowtowed these three times today, and thank you for giving me this humble life again! ”

Dad didn't know how to look, but his breathing was noticeably heavier, and the hem of his clothes shook in his rage.

I turned a blind eye, returned to my mother's body, kowtowed three times, and said: "Mother, thank you for your nurturing grace over the years, you and your father's kindness, my daughter will be grateful for eternal life, kowtow to these three heads, and leave if you are not filial to your daughter!" ”

The mother has cried out loud, crying out bitterly: "Wronged, wronged......"

I stood up, barely supporting my corpse-like body, and walked out the door without looking back.

At that moment, the wind turned to the clouds,

A sunny day that shades out the bright sun.

Falling deep in the bamboo forest,

Like that wall of light smoke,

Dancing with the sheng song that lingers over the years,

Is there a figure of you wandering in the past?

If you go far,

I will follow endlessly,

Even if there is no hope of hard life,

It seems that the prosperity is gone,

It is also necessary to teach the dream butterfly who seeks eternal life.

A song suddenly sounded, but the little sister sang quietly.

This song is what I used to teach my little sister to sing, and it was also taught to me by Du Sanniang in my previous life.

At that time, after listening to it, the little sister said that it was too sad.

I was stunned and didn't say anything.

The little sister said, "Second sister, do you have something on your mind?" ”

I sighed, smiled bitterly, and said, "Little sister, you're still young, you don't understand!" ”

Xiaomei didn't ask, but then she also learned to sing the song.

Her voice is very good, and when she sings at this moment, she is full of sad sadness.

I heard the song and stopped.

But after only a pause, he resisted the urge to look back at her, and continued to walk out the door.

The mother's cry is even more sad and heartbreaking under the singing.

The eldest brother sighed heavily, with a slight hint of reproach.

The eldest sister even muttered in a low voice: "I should have gone a long time ago, why bother to come?" ”

I was so sad that I stumbled and gritted my teeth, but I didn't cry.

I thought to myself.

It's also said that as long as I'm far away, they will be better off.

If I hadn't taken the liberty of returning, how could I have made such waves in their quiet life suddenly make such waves?

I thought that my heart was tingling, and I felt that life was worse than death.

At this moment, my father shouted angrily: "Put her in the firewood room!" ”

So everyone was stunned for a moment, looking at him in surprise, feeling a little incredible.

She just left, why should she be locked up in the house?

Is it because she didn't mess up enough?

Dad drank again: "Can't you all hear? ”

Two five big and three thick male servants responded, and hurriedly came up and mercilessly picked me up and dragged me away.

My heart sank like water, and I did not struggle, but went with them.

The two manservants carried me into the firewood room, and all the people watched, and no one dared to say a word.

The door closed with a "bang" again, and with a large lock, it was dark and cold.

I leaned behind the door and yelled, "Let me out, why are you locking me here?" ”

No one paid any attention to me, and everyone pretended not to hear.

Only the little sister's singing voice is still the same.

“…… Even if the bitter life is hopeless and seems to be prosperous, you must teach the dream butterfly who seeks eternal life! ”

The song floated in through the narrow window, still looking so desolate and poignant.

It was about dusk and the sky was getting darker.

I know.

No matter how much I call, as long as my father doesn't speak, no one will let me out.

Even if I die and my father doesn't speak, my body will be ignored and decomposed here.

I was a little desperate, so I stopped screaming.

There was a lot of old firewood and grass piled up in the firewood room, and the smell of moldy straw drilled into my nostrils, choking me and coughing.

I coughed for a while, almost coughing out my heart and lungs, but it reminded me of the first time I robbed a tomb.

I remember that time I went with Ah San to rob the tomb of a former dynasty, saying that it was a tomb of an old man.

The tomb was built very deeply, and the smell of mold in the tomb was really overwhelming.

They were all nothing, and I didn't get used to it, and I bent down and coughed desperately.

Nobita snorted: "It's useless! ”

The Bodhisattva said, "Yes! I can't stand such a little taste, how should I mix it in the future? ”

Baodian has rarely spoken, and as soon as he spoke, he told the truth: "Brother, why is he so weak?" ”

Later, they kept saying that I was weak like a sissy, and I was afraid that they would find out my daughter's identity, so I had to endure it desperately, trying to pretend to be as rough as them.

To them, roughness means opening the coffin and going down to the skull of a dead man, saying, "Ha, good thing! ”

So that time, I caught one, and it was so disgusting and horrible that I hid in a dark corner, and I almost vomited blood.

In this way, I slowly reconciled with their group, although there were more interests than friendships between them, but when I think about it, I can't help but miss and feel more sad.

I don't know how long it took, but it was getting dark.

From time to time, there was a chirping of various insects in the grass outside, one after another, playing the symphony of nature enthusiastically, but it seemed chaotic and public.

On the contrary, it was so dark that it looked like a dead man's grave, and I didn't feel like I was on earth or in hell.

This feeling is more depressing and unsettling than when I was in prison.

I thought to myself.

If I stay like this, within three days, I'm going crazy.

Dad is just holding me up, what does he want to do with me?

Needless to say, he locked me up here, just afraid that he would never let me out again, lest I ruin the reputation of his Yan family outside.

The more I thought about it, the more terrified I became, and that fear was far stronger than being in a prison.

Fortunately, at this time, a dim light suddenly lit up in the darkness.

The light came in through the door, and a "dead wind lamp" hung by the door, and behind the light a pale face peeked through the crack in the door.

This is the servant who delivers the meal.

He handed the rice bowl through the doorway, and said innocently, "Let's eat!" ”

Is he talking to me?

Even if I am punished by my father, I am also the second lady of this family.

A servant is so powerful, I don't know if it's indifference, or my father's prestige, or maybe I'm too much of a failure in life, right?

I was saddened and saddened.

When the servant had finished speaking, he got up and walked away, without even looking at me more.

The lamp was still hanging on the door, struggling alone in the dark.

It may try to illuminate the world with its own faint light, but it is too weak to overcome this boundless darkness.

But even the faintest light can illuminate a place.

Just like a person, no matter how weak his strength is, he will definitely have his own light.

I thought blankly and sighed.

The next day, no one came to see me, as if everything that happened yesterday here was just a gust of wind.

I called out a few times, but unfortunately the world was so big that they seemed to be far away, and no one heard them.

I really want to go to my dad and ask me how to treat me, and I can say it, even if I scold me and beat me.

But just keep me locked up like this, and in less than three days, I'm going to go crazy.

And then die alone, isn't that exactly what he wants?

Only if I'm dead will they not have to worry about me embarrassing their face.

Only in this way can they live with peace of mind.

The sigh of the eldest brother is so like.

Exactly like Daddy's style.

My heart hurt and I couldn't scream anymore.

In this home, I already seem to be a superfluous person.

Just like when I decided to leave home that day, I was a superfluous person.

Isn't it?

I leaned against the door panel and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Then the tears flowed again.

At this time, the little sister's singing voice came from my ears.

Listening to it in the morning, the artistic conception is different from other times, with a hint of inspiration in the melancholy.

"At that moment, the wind turned to the clouds, blocking the sunny sunny day, and it fell into the depths of the bamboo forest, like a light smoke ...... on that wall."

I sighed in my heart, and unconsciously sang along:

“…… Dancing the sheng song that lingers over the years, can you have a wandering figure in your past life? If you go far away, I will follow endlessly, even if the bitter life is hopeless, and it seems that the prosperity is exhausted, you must also teach the dream butterfly to seek eternal life! ”

Sanniang! Sanniang!

In the depths of my love, I thought of Sanniang again, and my heart was even more miserable.

Suddenly, I heard the little sister screaming softly outside the door: "Second sister ......"

I hadn't heard such a cordial and enthusiastic call for a long time, and I didn't feel happy in my heart, so I quickly turned around and looked out the door.

I saw the thin figure of the little sister approaching, and a bloodless little face fell into view.

Her face was so pale!

This is the first time since I went home that I have carefully examined my little sister's face, and my heart immediately wells up with distress.

I whispered, "Little sister! ”

The little sister said, "You want to eat, you know?" ”

Her words had the same meaning as the old servant's words, but they sounded very cordial.

I was moved in my heart.

After all, only my little sister is good with me and cares about me.

I thought about it and asked her, "Little sister, have you had a bad time all these years?" Why are they all the same bloodless as they are? ”

As soon as I walked through the house, I noticed that my mother and my brothers and sisters were all frighteningly white, as if they had never seen the light of day.

Hearing my words, Xiaomei's face seemed to change, and she was a little flustered and out of sight through the crack in the door.

After a while, she turned back and smiled casually, and said, "Second sister, don't worry about me, but you have to be good, when you have the opportunity, I will accompany you......"

Before she finished speaking, a deep voice came from there: "Fourth sister, what are you doing there?" ”

It is the voice of the eldest brother, cold and majestic, and the mantle of the father will be inherited by him, which is naturally like the momentum of the father.

The little sister pouted and said, "Didn't you do anything?" Sing and sing! ”

The eldest brother complained and said: "What do you sing and sing every day, it sounds strange and desolate, I have nothing to do with my mother, and my mother has to take care of her if she is not in good health." ”

The little sister replied helplessly: "Hmm! ”

As she left, she whispered, "What do you know?" ”

I climbed up to the window, but it was too high for me to reach, so I had to lean close to the crack in the door and look out, while shouting, "Big brother, big brother......

The eldest brother looked around with a white face, as if he didn't hear clearly, and then looked away from me.

I knew that he was deliberately dodging, so I didn't bother to scream, sitting on the ground thinking about my little sister's words, and my cold heart was slightly filled with warmth.

After another six or seven days, except for my little sister who came to see me from time to time, the rest of the people did not come to look at me at all.

I felt that this song had become a signal for me to connect with my little sister, and as soon as she sang it, she would definitely come close to the door and talk to me.

Fortunately, there is a little sister here, otherwise I believe I would have gone crazy or died.

Dad's move is indeed ruthless enough.

Even if I should have thought that sooner or later the family would come to this point

I don't know whether to hate him or not, sometimes I feel that he is very pitiful, how can he be happy for a person without a smile?

But sometimes I feel that I am sorry for him, but I think that I am really pitiful.

Otherwise, how can it get to the point where everyone is disgusted?

But no matter what, fortunately, with the encouragement of my little sister, I did not die in desolation, helplessness, loneliness and despair.

It's about living with hope!

Maybe this is a big surprise to Dad, right?

On this day, the little sister's singing voice did not sing, which surprised me, and at the same time I was a little worried, could it be that the little sister was sick or something?

I was restless, looking out from time to time through the crack in the door, longing for my little sister's weak body to suddenly appear in my field of vision.

But she never came until noon.

Outside, everything seemed calm, and the day began again in an orderly manner, so it can be seen that nothing is happening at home.

Only in this way did my heart widen a little.

But at this time, Dad suddenly came unexpectedly.

My father came to see me, and I was really surprised, and I couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed when I looked at it.

Dad's face was surprisingly white, a little white.

This came as a surprise to me.

I remember that my father's face was cold and ruddy, but it was not like it is now.

Is it because of my misdeeds that the family has not been able to live in peace over the years?

I was even more surprised when I thought of my little sister and my eldest brother, but I didn't think much about it, I just felt sorry in my heart.

Dad looked at me, his face was no longer so gloomy and cold, and his tone was slightly better.

He asked me, "It is said that the other day, you met a man in prison?" ”

I didn't know what my father meant, so I didn't dare to ask, but for some reason I felt a slight disappointment in my heart.

As soon as he came, he asked about other people's things, and obviously in his heart, he didn't really care about me.

Dad didn't seem to notice the change in my face, coughed slightly, and said, "This person is called the Tomb God, right?" ”

I was stunned.

I don't understand, why did my father suddenly ask about the tomb god?