The first time I saw Qiyun, I lost my posture in front of my subordinates like never before. She resembles the woman in the painting, almost like a mold. I panicked, even though I knew that she was not the same age as the person in the painting, but I knew your feelings for the woman in the painting---- even if it was just a phantom, you would willingly die with that phantom.

My panic made me start to become unscrupulous, and I tried everything I could to get her out of this house. But in the end, after the eldest lady mentioned poor Hanlian to me, I still relented, so let her accompany poor Hanlian instead of me!

Later, the development of the situation was out of my control---- that girl was actually the child of Xianggong and that woman, I sadly watched my old and serious Xianggong excitedly tell me about this like a child, and once again sadly found that between her and my Xianggong, I could never get in.

What I was worried about happened again, and Ba Fujin immediately found me again, this time it seemed to be more urgent than the previous time, and it scared her even more: "I tell you, no matter what, Qiyun can't stay in this world, do you understand?" ”

"No way!" I don't know where I got the courage to reject the Eight Blessings in a categorical way---- now that Xianggong has known the death of that woman, this child has become Xianggong's only sustenance in this world, no matter what, I can't harm her anymore: "One Hanlian is enough, Gege, you listen to my advice!" There are so many women in the world, how many can you kill, and accumulate some blessings for yourself! ”

"Shut up!" Ba Fu Jin waved away my persuasion with a palm, "You are so bold, dare to teach me a lesson!" ”

I took this slap stiffly, didn't even turn my face, and continued to persuade: "If Gege forces me again." 1---6---k My Chen Lu'er is too big to die, anyway, I would have been better off dead than I had been alive all these years. But Gege wants me to frame Qiyun again, and I only have three words. ---- can't --- it! ”

"Okay, you Chen Duqian, you're quite infatuated with your master, aren't you? What if I tell him about your plan to frame Han Lian back then? When Bafujin heard my words, he didn't laugh angrily, and said confidently: "I'm looking forward to it, how will he react?" Will he do to you what you did to him? "You ----, don't forget that you forced me back then!" I trembled with anger and hated her for being domineering. Hate her ruthlessness!

"So what, will you believe your words? Even if he believed it, would he come to me for a theory? I'm afraid that even if he believes you, he will pretend not to believe you! Bafujin raised my head, shook his head proudly and smiled: "But you, he will never let go of the ground." If you can die at the hands of your beloved, are you considered to be a place to die? I'm not afraid of death, I've always been afraid, but I'm afraid that the Xiang Guild will hate me. I'm afraid that one day he will turn a bad face on me---- even if his kindness to me at the moment is a lie, I don't want to expose it.

"Qian'er obeys Gege's arrangement." I replied desperately.

In the end, the Beatitude Jin's ruse did not succeed, and he also brought a disaster to himself. When I heard the news. I was happy in my heart, and Han Lian was fine. Qiyun is fine. The guilt in my heart can finally be lessened a little. Even if I knew it was a signal from the sound of my death bell---- that cloud. In just two days, the Beatitude Jin, who had been afraid to look at me directly, was defeated, how could she let me go, and how could she leave me in the world?

Even though I had already guessed my end, I still didn't expect it to come so quickly, and before I had finished the last robe I had given to the princess, the footsteps of death were already near me. As I woke up at the inn in a daze, I realized that I had underestimated Qiyun---- she was smarter and more terrifying than I had imagined.

Looking at the old lady who looked angry and depraved, and Qiyun who was completely dismissive of me (in her eyes, I might have been a dead person), I couldn't say a word of explanation---- Qiyun, you know? I hurried over today because I was afraid that you would be grabbed by the pigtails again by the Beatitudes. I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that all this was your bureau, and it was me who was waiting.

I didn't die under the messy stick, in the words of the Xianggong you, "Drag it out, kill with the rod!" "After that, I was dead---- I couldn't lie to myself anymore and said that you actually have a little affection for me, but you don't even know about yourself. My heart is dead, finally, I can finally die to you!

I don't want to beg you anymore, that will only make you hate me even more, I just want to disappear silently now, away from your disgusting eyes.

I've always been jealous of the woman in the painting, and I'm so happy that she even died to make you remember it so much. So I've never been afraid of death, and I've always been naïve to wonder if I die, will you remember me as you remember her? Now I know that I'm dead just to speed up your forgetfulness of me.

The funny thing is that I need to pray to God again now, that God will make you forget me quickly---- and if you remember that I was only disgusted with an adulteress, and ashamed of me, I would rather I never existed.

The board came down, and a stick fell on me, it hurt! The feeling of being ridden by Guo Luoluo as a horse in my childhood is back, so lonely, so humiliating---- a life that I can never control, I have to end helplessly like this. Just like the name my father gave me, I am not a crystal clear dewdrop---- I am just a dew that will never see the sun and will dissipate at dawn.

In my consciousness, I was still thinking, Xianggong was so angry at my unruly wife, would he, would he still care about me a little?

Will----

Care about......

Even a little bit ......

It is said that on the day I died, the weather was also very good, and when I was hastily dragged to the mass grave, the sun was also like blood!