"You just said ...... My mother was stoned to death by you? Bai Wenlin asked loudly.

Ye Zhaodi was shaken back to her senses, saw Bai Wenlin's face close at hand, and glanced at the expressions of the people around her, and her face turned white all of a sudden.

"What are you talking about? When did I say that I stoned your mother to death, I didn't know what happened to me just now, and I couldn't control what I said, as if I had been caught up in a ghost......"

She tried to quibble, but Bai Wenlin's eyes locked on her.

Those eyes were exactly the same as those of the mother-in-law on the portrait, which made her afraid.

Ye Zhaodi lowered her eyes and didn't dare to look at Bai Wenlin: "Do you remember the oath you made on the day you married me?" You said you would treat me well, you wouldn't lose your temper with me, you wouldn't yell at me, but what are you holding me like this now? ”

The picture of the past appeared, and Bai Wenlin subconsciously stopped.

Ye Zhaodi suddenly exhaled a long breath and was about to stand up.

But somehow, the hem of her skirt seemed to be grabbed, and she tilted her body and fell to the ground again.

The portrait placed in front of the coffin fell to the ground, facing her.

The eyes of the statue were filled with blood and tears.

"Ahh

Ye Zhaodi screamed.

"Blood! There is blood on the statue! She's coming for me, she's coming for me! ”

Hearing her point to the statue as if she had seen a ghost, everyone looked down at the statue, but found that the statue was still the same as before, and there was no blood.

People who already had a bad impression of Ye Zhaodi suddenly had a burst of speculation in their hearts.

The two aunts who were talking about it before also knocked on the side and said to Bai Wenlin: "Wenlin, why don't you ask your mother-in-law carefully, why are you afraid of seeing your mother's portrait like this, could it be that you really did something wrong?" ”

"That's right, I said who I killed before, and now I say that there is blood in the statue, how can there be blood? Why didn't we see blood, I'm afraid that it wasn't Aunt Hui who fell to her death by accident, but someone ......"

The latter words, Bai Wenlin knew what they meant.

Ye Zhaodi's performance is really suspicious.

"Grandmother, why did a piece of ginger fall out of Aunt Ye's sleeve?" Yan Wo suddenly pointed to the ginger block on Ye Zhaodi's cuffs and asked.

Grandmother glanced at the piece of ginger, pursed her lips with some disdain, and beckoned to her, "Wowo, come here." ”

Bai Wenlin also saw Jiang Nuan'er at this moment, and then looked at Ye Zhaodi's red eyes, and his eyes became more and more cold.

Because you can't cry, you smear your eyes with ginger?

"In the past, you always verbally contradicted my mother, saying that she treated you harshly, looked down on your background and treated you badly, I thought about your life experience, and I was a little softer to you, but I didn't expect to let me know that you still have this face today!"

As he spoke, Bai Wenlin stepped forward and kicked Jiang Nu'er away.

Bai Wenlin stepped forward a few steps and grabbed Ye Zhaodi's neck again, "I'll ask you one last time, how did my mother die?!" ”

At this time, the statue that fell to the ground trembled strangely.

The candles flickered, the white paper flags were blown rattled, the wind and sand entered their eyes, and many people in the mourning hall closed their eyes.

The image is so strange that it is,

It was as if he stretched out two blue and black rough arms, crawling on the ground, and approaching Ye Zhaodi little by little with a wooden plank.

Ye Zhaodi's state at the moment is frightened and inward-looking.

"Dead old woman, why are you still pestering me when you're dead, if you want to blame you for hiding the silver taels and not using them for me, sprinkle some oil on the ground, and you will fall and pass out, but unfortunately you haven't died after so much blood, and you still shouted for me to save you, I had to find a stone and smash you to death directly! Hahaha...... It's really a relief! ”

"You don't blink an eye, do you? You're still scaring me, aren't you? ”

"Don't worry, I've prepared poison under my pillow, and I'll kill your son to accompany you! When I kill your son, I can go to the town to be the concubine of Steward Zhang, hahaha, I want to leave here, leave this poor place where you can only gnaw vegetable roots! ”

In the mourning hall, the candle flame burned slowly, and the white flags stopped flickering.

The statue still lay quietly on the ground.

Just now, everyone heard Ye Zhaodi's words.

Bai Wenlin's angry green tendons burst out, pinched Ye Zhaodi's hand, and slammed Zhaodi out.

"You poisonous woman!!"

Bai Wenlin's angry eyes were bloodshot, as if he had lost all his mind, and he roared and rushed towards Ye Zhaodi: "I'll kill you!" Avenge my mother! ”

"Wenlin, calm down, calm down." Fortunately, his uncle Yan Zhongyan reacted and stepped forward to grab him.

But Bai Wenlin's strength was great, and his uncle called two more people for help before he stopped Bai Wenlin.

One of the women reacted and pushed her man, "Brother Kun'er, your father, you go and call the village zheng, let him hear about this murder for money, and then ask someone to kidnap and send the official!" ”

The man who faced the thick man suddenly ran out of the hall and rushed out.

……

Yan Wo rubbed his eyes, looked at his little paw paw in a daze on the bed, and came back to his senses for a while.

Oh, she's a little baby.

In any case, since this matter has become a fact, the only thing to do is to live, first of all, we must start by changing the family environment, such as food, clothing, and use...... We'll talk about the rest later.

After a long time to get dressed, and when she walked out of the room, she immediately saw her grandmother, uncle, and Bai Wenlin who were talking quietly in the courtyard.

"Ah, my nest is awake."

Grandmother was the first to notice her, and with a loving face, she stepped forward and picked her up.

"Grandmother's little liver, when I woke up, this little face was as white and red as a peach, and my grandmother wanted to pinch it when she looked at it, and she wanted to pinch it, and her grandmother would pinch it, okay?"

Wowo raised a finger, and the milk whirred: "Then, just take a moment." ”

After saying a word, the old lady had already put her hand on her fleshy cheeks and pinched it several times.

"......" understands that cuteness is the original sin.

Go where you are and sit down.

Yan Wo found that his uncle was still talking to Bai Wenlin, and after the funeral, Bai Wenlin lost weight, very haggard, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He reached out and touched Wowo's head, and his voice was hoarse like a male duck's voice: "Wowo, thank you for the portrait you painted, if I didn't have that portrait, I still don't know that my mother was killed, I am an unfilial son." ”

Wowo sat in Liu Man's arms, his little buttocks moved into a comfortable position, blinking his big eyes, and he seemed to want to reach out to touch Bai Wenlin's head, but his little arms were too short, and he couldn't touch them twice before he retracted them.

"Uncle Wenlin, don't be sad, Grandma Hui doesn't want to see you crying."

"Yes, Wowo is right." Bai Wenlin smiled reluctantly.

Uncle Yan Zhongyan reached out and patted Bai Wenlin on the shoulder, and lowered his voice mysteriously.

"You don't know how special my niece is, she can see that kind of thing since she was a child, so she often wakes up in the middle of the night and cries, our family is in the coffin business, probably this little guy looks pleasing, and those dead elders like to go to her eyes to dangle in front of her...... Ouch,"

Before my uncle could finish his sentence, he slapped his grandmother in the face.

"Shut up!"

The uncle covered his head and said aggrievedly:

"Mother, I just think our nest is different, do you think whose child can paint the portrait so really?

She's only three years old!

And also

When we came to the door with Wowo, Aunt Hui had already put on a new shroud, and you can see what kind of clothes were worn on the portrait painted by Wowo, and it was the one she wore when the accident happened......"

Grandmother's hand moved, and she slapped her uncle several times again: "You still said, it's endless, isn't it?" ”

Bai Wenlin, who saw that he heard it really clearly, stood up suddenly.