Why does she still have hope for her father?

She was already a little numb, her heart seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist, and all those hideous pains became far and wide.

She walked silently towards Liu Boniang's courtyard, which had left in the morning, and now that it was almost dusk, the news should have spread to the courtyards long ago.

She fell her ankle when she fell to the ground, and although she was still walking, she was not fast.

Half an hour later, she looked at the purple and red in front of her.

Uncle Liu likes flowers, and around the corner is Uncle Liu's courtyard.

Before she could knock on the door, the lights in the courtyard were suddenly taken down. The maid who took the lamp pretended to see her, and apologized: "It's the third lady, unfortunately, Mrs. is sick today, so she took medicine and fell asleep." The doctor said that Madame's illness is a bit serious, and it may not be able to get better in the next few days, so why don't you come back in a few days? ”

Jiang Wu listened to the similar rejection in a daze, her pale face was a pair of red eyes, and she said in a trembling voice: "How many days?" ”

The maid seemed to feel that the master was a little excessive, and bowed her head in a low voice: "Seven days." ”

Jiang Wu laughed suddenly, crying while laughing, one hand tightly pinched the handkerchief, and on the pale hand bones, the slender green tendons spread and intertwined, and there was an indescribable fragility.

Xiaochun's eyes were also red, and he looked anxiously at the young lady who was obviously a little unconscious.

In the midst of the purple and red in the sky, Jiang Wu suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, her body fell to the ground without strength, and the blood slowly sank into the placket of her clothes along the corners of her lips.

But she was still smiling, laughing as she wept.

Ridiculous.

Does my aunt also think that the people in this world are too ridiculous, and my aunt really can't stand it, so she doesn't even want her.

Gangnam, what Gangnam.

Where the snow is not as cold.

*

Jiang Wu staggered back to her small courtyard, hugged her aunt, who was already a little stiff, in her arms, and gently arranged her hair: "Don't be afraid, auntie, don't be afraid, my little aunt has grown up." What the little woman can do, we don't go to beg them, the burial is nothing more than the need for a spiritual position and a coffin, the little woman will go to the aunt tomorrow, tomorrow, and ...... to the aunt."

As she spoke, she coughed up another mouthful of blood, but soon wiped it clean with a handkerchief, hid it very quickly, and whispered, "Auntie, fake, fake blood." The little sister-in-law is very good, very good, auntie, don't worry. Wait, wait to see the snow in the south of the Yangtze River, and the little woman will go down to accompany her aunt. ”

"Don't be afraid, I'm ......"

The cold moonlight poured down the half-open window on the bed, and the girl's petite body curled up in the arms of a cold corpse.

Chapter II

The next day, Jiang Wu packed up all the valuable things in the small courtyard and wrapped them in a piece of cloth.

Over the years, they have spent all their savings for their aunt's treatment. So even if she packed everything she could, it was only this little lump.

When she walked out of the courtyard, she tightly caged the small lump in her arms.

Spring flowers bloom everywhere. The roadside is messy, and the clusters are dyed with Jiang Wu's dress. Within a while, her shabby white dress had added a few flower marks.

But where can the dress attract Jiang Wu's attention at this time.

She was silent, and walked towards the place where the noisier and noisier people in the house lived, clutching the package in her arms over and over again.

Although the things in the package are not too valuable, they are shabby objects that other ladies will laugh at when they see them, but if they are sold one by one, they can be exchanged for a few taels of silver.

All she needed was the simplest of spiritual tablets and coffins......

But as soon as the people saw her, they immediately avoided her. When the servant with whom she had been dealing saw her, he hurriedly closed the door.

In an instant, one room after another was completely closed.

She pursed her lips, the tears she shed yesterday can't be shed here. She squeezed the wrapped hand and clenched it fiercely, an indescribable collapse that gradually bent her waist, which was pretending to be calm and straight.

Her swollen eyes were red, and when the tears still couldn't help it, she squatted down and hugged her head in collapse, what should I do, what should she do, auntie, what should I do......

She cried, but it didn't feel like venting.

*

In the end, Jiang Wu still asked for the spirit card and the coffin.

On the third day after her aunt's death, she and Xiaochun arranged a simple mourning hall in the courtyard with only a spiritual seat and a coffin.

On the fourth day after her aunt's death, she suddenly remembered that it had been said in the book that the currency between yin and yang is not the same, and relatives in the yang world should burn something for the people in the underworld.

She hurriedly took off the silver bracelet her aunt gave her and handed it to Xiaochun. Xiaochun cried and went to find someone to get a little incense and paper money.

On the fifth day after her aunt's death, she and Xiaochun knelt for a day, but no one came.

On the sixth day after her aunt's death, Xiaochun was sick, Xiaochun went to rest, she knelt for a day, but no one came.

On the seventh day, Jiang Wu's spirit recovered a lot compared to the previous two days, she knelt in front of the coffin, looked at her aunt with affection, and cried for these days, her eyes moved, and she was already a little dry.

Her voice was very hoarse, mixed with reluctance and grievance: "Auntie......"

After the seventh day, my aunt was to be buried.

As usual, she burned the last bit of paper money to her aunt, and when the fire was just lit, there was a sudden sound behind her.

"Bang-"

The wooden door was forcibly kicked open, Jiang Yuying was wearing a begonia red pleated Ruyi moon skirt, covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and sneered: "Tell you to open the door, who told you to be so rude?" ”

As she spoke, Jiang Yuying raised her pretty eyes and walked slowly towards Jiang Yu.

Jiang Wu subconsciously shrank and took a step back.

Jiang Yuying caught her movements, suddenly happy, and laughed: "Third sister, I heard that my aunt died, sister, I, I specially came to worship." ”

Jiang Wu didn't believe a word of these words, she had red eyes, looking at the dazzling red on Jiang Yuying's body. Then, holding back his subconsciously trembling body, he raised his head and whispered, "Second Sister Xie." ”

Jiang Yuying smiled coquettishly, pretended to be innocent and took the incense from the side, lit the fire seriously, and then shook her hand again, so that the fire of the incense was extinguished, and a thin wisp of smoke came out.

At the moment when she was about to insert the incense, Jiang Yuying's hand suddenly loosened.

Thus the incense fell to the ground.

Jiang Yuying covered her mouth with a handkerchief: "Ah, third sister, I didn't mean to. ”

Jiang Wu trembled and picked up the incense from the ground, and whispered, "It's okay, second sister." ”

"Nothing—what?" Jiang Yuying deliberately dragged out her tone, and then, she raised her foot and casually kicked over the copper basin where Jiang Sister-in-law burned paper money for her aunt, looked at Jiang Sister-in-law, and said with a smile: "What about that?" ”

Jiang Wu's hand was tightly clasped, her body slowly stopped trembling, shook her head and continued: "It's okay." ”

She looked at Jiang Yuying, who used her fear as a joke, and watched her sharp nails shake towards the tablet next to the incense platform......

At the moment when the sound of the tablet and her nails colliding sounded, Jiang Yuying's eyes were red, she couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly got up and pushed Jiang Yuying's hand away.

But it was only for a moment, and the moment she got up, the two servants instantly restrained her.

Jiang Yuying kicked the copper basin that burned paper money on her toes, and gently crushed the incense that was still smoking, and looked at Jiang Wu who was pressed to the ground with a smile in her eyes.

After admiring Jiang Yuying's struggle, Jiang Yuying bent her eyes and looked at the spirit card that was still on the incense platform.

"No, second sister, the spirit card is not good!" Jiang Wu's eyes were red, her voice was already full of pleading, and she struggled desperately: "Second sister, you let go of your aunt, your aunt is dead, second sister, please, let your aunt go." ”

Seeing her struggling, the two grandmothers directly pressed her legs, one knelt on her shoulders, and pressed her to the ground with a muffled sound.

Jiang Yuying chuckled, wrapped the spirit card with a handkerchief in disgust, and raised her hand to smash the spirit card in Jiang Yuying's tearful gaze.

Jiang Wu was pressed to the ground, looking at the broken tablets all over the ground.

"Auntie...... Aunt ...... "She struggled desperately, not caring that her hands and face were worn out by the ground, but desperately trying to break open, trying to pick up the broken tablet.

But no matter how she struggled, the two grandmothers pressed her to death.

Seeing her resentful eyes, Jiang Yuying walked over to her, stepped on her fingertips at will, and gently grinded it, smiling.

"Third sister, why are you crying, now that you are crying, what will you do in the future?" As she spoke, the arrogant young lady lowered her head and smiled in her ear: "Guess again, who ruined the marriage of the Mo family in Jiangnan that you asked your grandmother before?" ”

Jiang Wu was stunned and looked at Jiang Yuying.

Is it really her?

Although Jiang Wu had already guessed, the moment she really heard it, she still had irrepressible grief and anger in her heart. If that marriage is there, the aunt will not commit suicide, and the grandmother promised her, as long as she gets married, the Jiang Mansion will let the aunt go, and the aunt can leave with her.

Why...... Why?

She crawled towards Jiang Yuying as if she was desperate.

Seeing that she was struggling, the two grandmothers knelt directly on top of her again, pressing her body bones to the ground. She had red eyes, gritted her teeth and looked at the smiling second sister, and blood broke directly between the corners of her lips.

She heard herself crying and shouting: "Why, why, Jiang Yuying, I have never, I have never offended you...... Why, why do you do it. ”

She trembled, and with uncontrollable despair, she repeated "why" over and over again.

Jiang Yuying's smiling eyebrows and eyes suddenly became cold, she stepped on Jiang Yuying's face, looked at the person in the coffin with cold eyes, and said coldly: "It's all demolished for me, a concubine, if you die, you will die, the mourning hall, worship, I think the people in the house are too idle." ”

"No, don't." Jiang Wu's hand tried to shake off the shackles and hold her grandmother, but how could the strength of one young lady be equal to three grandmothers, and after extreme struggle, she was still pressed to the ground.

At that time, she couldn't tell the difference between blood and dust, but she remembered that under the shackles that she couldn't resist, little by little, she watched her aunt's mourning hall be completely smashed.

She looked at Jiang Yuying, who was still smiling, in a daze.

Thinking of the oppression of more than ten years, thinking of the skinned rabbit and the familiar grandmother, and thinking of the body of the aunt who pushed open the door was hung on the beam of the house with a white cloth.

Little by little, the light in her eyes faded.

The last moment she passed out, she kept thinking.

Why, a rotten person like Jiang Yuying wants to live, a hundred times easier than her and her aunt?

When she woke up again, there was only an unfamiliar maid by her side, not Xiaochun.

When the maid saw her wake up, she only said, "Aunt Ji has been buried." ”

How can I be buried...... Before she passed out, she saw that the coffin had been filled with pungent oil, and a fierce fire had been kindled, and the fire had engulfed her aunt's face......

She stared at the bed curtain in amazement and waited for a whole day.

She thought, even if her aunt is just a concubine, even if Jiang Yuying is Miss Yan, even if those people in the house have always been biased towards Jiang Yuying. However, a young lady smashed her aunt's mourning hall and burned her aunt's bones, such a ridiculous thing, she must be given an explanation.

But she waited a day, but she didn't wait for anyone.

In the evening, she lifted the quilt and put on a casual dress despite the pain all over her body.

When she opened the door, the strange maid she didn't know was sleeping in the courtyard.