Xiao Hui's heart and body turned to the black and big stone, and the two big obsidian-like eyes turned slightly.

She clasped her hands together, bowed, and said quickly: "Bodhisattva bless, Bodhisattva bless, don't let my mother find out, when they go out again, I will come back and give you flowers." ”

Dressed like a little girl with a red hairball, pretending to be an adult, but I didn't expect that I couldn't bow down, which made people look very awkward.

Han Qi suddenly "poofed" and laughed out loud, but although he was laughing, the two black and bright pupils were finally gloomy, radiating a cold light that was terrifying, and the cold light, gathered around his smile, looked like there was an inexplicable smell of loneliness enveloping there.

This afternoon, it seems that something is like a bud, in the body of the Han Zhu, quietly, blooming little by little.

The little girl smiled brightly, and when the light outside the door shone on her face, it was a beauty that even Hanqi could not describe; It's not human beauty, it's not sunny beauty; But Han's heart trembled.

Another turn, the little girl ran out of the ancestral hall.

Han Qi looked motionlessly in the direction of the little girl's departure, and as long as she walked, Han Qi looked at it for as long as she went.

Until twilight shines and the night swallows everything.

This winter is very cold, but it doesn't snow.

He didn't pay attention, he didn't notice it himself, he often waited unconsciously, waiting for the little girl who said she was going to come again.

It seems that all the people in this house have been careless, and no one notices. Every day, after the man came to worship, the door of this ancestral hall would open by itself.

Because Han Qi thought that maybe the little girl would see this door open one day, and perhaps remember what she had said about coming back.

Han Qi sat in the darkness, and saw that the big golden chrysanthemum on the girl's windowsill had been open, and the girl pinched back and forth several times; Then the chrysanthemum began to wither, slowly dried up, and finally turned into a handful of dry balls, and when the wind blew hard, the dry balls fell clean, so the pot of flowers was also taken away.

A chance encounter, for the little girl with bright waves, is just an accident, maybe she won't remember, but for Han Qi, it is a beam of light in the boundless darkness, salvation, and excitement.

He has walked too long and too long in the world alone, even stones, and he is also contaminated with too many fireworks.

Every day he looked out of the window as if he were crazy, his eyes through the dust, through the green curtains. You can see the black table next to the window, and there is a tablecloth on it, which is also green, but it is full of spots.

On the table was a large, black inkstone, a piece of ink, a pair of brass candlesticks, and a pair of copper scissors with a wick.

There was a carved wooden bed with a thick mattress, a thin gauze tent hung on the bed frame, and in front of the bed, there was a footrest that looked like a six-stringed piano box; There are also two chairs, a large washbasin and a small deep cherry blossom Yao red wardrobe.

There was often a darkness in this room, so most of the time the candlesticks needed to be lit. When the brass candlestick was lit, when the owner of the house returned to his room, the girl sometimes combed her hair in the mirror, and her long, silky hair was spread out, as if anyone who saw it would soften toop.

Looking at it, it was suddenly many years.

In the past so many years, because we have not met that important person, we often think that our hearts are like stubborn stones, but in the end, we will find that people are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless.

But fate doesn't come with you.

No matter how excited he was in this small house, the little girl who was only ten meters away from each other and separated by two walls was unconscious.

It's a pity that all the nostalgia seems to be at the end of the road. Han Qi has never been a good god, she is a star that has not intentionally fallen in his dream, even if it turns a thousand times, he wants her to come back.

When he said that he would come again, the little girl had grown into a big girl, and at this time, Han Qi's heart had to admit that at the deepest time of the night, he was waiting, waiting for the little girl to come back to fulfill her goodbye promise.

Legend has it that people have three souls and seven spirits, and among the three souls, the first soul is called fetal light, which belongs to the heavens, and the Lord is born; The second soul is called Shuang Ling, which belongs to the five elements, and the Lord rises and falls; The third soul is called the ghost, which belongs to the earth, and the lord is filthy and dim, and sleeps.

One day, the head of the Chen family suddenly fell to the ground, the pulse was still there, but the person couldn't wake up, the doctor came, and he couldn't find the symptoms.

Later, another master was invited, and the master really saw that he said that he had lost his soul, but there was nothing he could do, maybe it could only be by heaven's will. The so-called lost soul is that the fetal light and cool spirit are lost, and only this ghost spirit is left, so this person does not know anyone, and he is faint all day long, delaying sleep.

That night, Huixin's mother knelt alone outside the ancestral hall, and she cried all night, begging Hanqi to save her life.

The whites of Han's eyes seem to be a little more common people, so that he always looks a little demonic.

He looked at the woman outside the house and smiled, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, and laughed intimidatingly.

Of course, no one saw it but me.

Since then, the lifestyle of the people in this house has changed.

Huixin's mother stayed by her father's side every day, scrubbing, massaging, changing clothes, feeding porridge and water for her husband, just to hang his life. Sometimes Huixin went to see them, and she didn't pay attention to people, but just babble: "A few years ago, you didn't like to listen to me, and you hated me for chattering, but now I am chattering in your ear every day, and all these young years are brought back, you see, you can't take me in the end." ”

The woman seems to have completely forgotten that she still has a young daughter, and she has also forgotten that life in the world is not something that can be full of love and drinking water.

And the little concubine and aunt that her father once loved, she disappeared silently with the money she had saved over the years and the eldest brother of Changgong Alang.

At that time, people often criticized women, they taught women to be in a room, taught women to add fragrance to their red sleeves, and taught women to be diligent and thrifty, but they did not teach women how to live independently and like a big tree in the world.

The world looks down on women and shows up, and no one in the family knows how to make a living economically, and the small rich family is only in a moment's time.

Until the helpers at home were scattered, the family couldn't even make breakfast.

The woman came to her senses, and then laughed and hanged herself in her husband's room.

In her life, she has never encountered any storms, and once she is cornered, she has no choice but to die.

On the night when the woman was leaving, she called Huixin to her, just like Huixin did when she was a child, combed her with two meticulous twist braids, and cleverly coiled the braids on the back of her head, and pinned a golden hairpin engraved with this marigold in the bun, and then touched her, and praised with a tender smile: "It looks good, if you accompany a printed shirt, it will be more beautiful, and the mother has no ability, so she can only leave the hairpin left by her grandmother to her mother as a dowry."

In the future, when my Hui Niang meets a good man, he will buy a shirt for Hui Niang. ”

Returning to the room with the golden hairpin given by her mother, late at night, she smelled a bitter aroma, which was the unique aroma of calendula.