Jiang Xueji didn't speak, still thinking about the secret door in the study, the old beggar went out first and didn't see the organ exposed, he thought Jiang Xueji was looking for a book to treat scars.

She let the old beggar misunderstand, and walked through the corridor into a small courtyard in the middle of nowhere, where four small porcelain jars were set up, and inside was steaming, and the firewood was burning.

"This medicine is the first time I boiled it according to the book, you try it first, if the effect is not good, let's change it." The old beggar is just a chatterbox, and he is used to chattering, so he glanced at Jiang Xueji and said with a smile: "You two sisters are interesting, my sister likes to wear veils, and my sister likes to wear hair flowers." ”

Jiang Xueji subconsciously covered the scar on her face, in fact, her scar was not too big, and it was particularly noticeable on her face, and the old beggar immediately explained: "I didn't mean that, it's okay, I'm a good hand to rejuvenate, you can't overwhelm me at this level, it will be fine in less than half a month." ”

"Thank you. Jiang Xueji was speechless for a while, she didn't know what to say, it was the first time that someone was so concerned about her.

"By the way, has your sister been anywhere or seen anyone recently?" The old beggar's words made the smile on Jiang Xueji's face completely stiffen on her face, and even what she said was mechanical and cold.

She knew that she was a sister again, she was a sister from childhood to adulthood, she was a good sister in everything, she had the same face, she would be the same female celebrity, poetry, calligraphy and painting, but she took the limelight in everything, and she also performed when there were guests at home, and she only got one sentence This is the second daughter Jiang Xueji.

mentioning Jiang Xuemei is smiling, and mentioning Jiang Xueji is a brushstroke, as if she is such a person who can't do it, but she is obviously better and smarter.

It's like being transparent in the Jiang family. She also followed suit, wearing the colorful clothes that Jiang Xuemei loved to wear, learning her cheeks and clusters, and even the tone of her smile and speech was exactly the same, but in exchange for only misidentification, when she learned that the person in front of her was Jiang Xueji, she could remember their expressions for a lifetime, disgust and avoidance, and there was nothing left.

Is there any difference between me and her? Jiang Xueji had already spoken unconsciously, and the old beggar was stunned, but still smiled and said, "It's no different, you and your sister are very good." ”

yes, they're all good, they just like her.

Jiang Xueji's words in her heart were not spoken, as if she was used to transparency, and even sighed very lightly.

......

How can you take revenge? Jiang Xueji involuntarily walked to the courtyard of the windy city with a jar of wine in her hand, and you could see him if she stepped further, the light in the house looked warm from the outside, and the silhouette on the window paper looked so close.

The old beggar has to stay alone in the study every seven days, carrying a few large jars of wine when he goes in, and when he comes out, he still has no heart and lungs, but the wine jars are empty, watching him drink unexpectedly, Jiang Xueji has an illusion that wine is the best thing in the world.

Jiang Xueji sat on the stone outside the courtyard, opened the wine jar, the fragrance gradually wafted out, she casually split her legs, rolled up her sleeves high, sat comfortably on the stone, went to his demeanor, pulled off the wine lid and threw it on the ground.

Leaning a little sideways, tilting her head, she could see the lights in the wind-filled city, and she propped her head and poured a sip of wine as he did.

Choked bitterly, she was choked with tears, and her tearful eyes looked at the shadow even more unreal, she wanted to tell him that she was sad and wanted to see him.

Or just have someone to accompany her, don't do anything, sit next to her and spend time with her, and if you're happy, you can drink with her.

She didn't dare, she only dared to get herself drunk, and then walked back to her room with the steps that her six relatives did not recognize, and then fell asleep deeply.

She was selfish, thinking that one day she would drink high, maybe she would dare to knock on the door, and dare to say something to him that she didn't dare to say on weekdays, but no matter how much she drank, her footsteps always dared to walk towards her house.

When the old beggar was bored in the study, Feng Mancheng stayed in the house to study the spell, and Jiang Xueji was also drunk, and returned to the house when the wine ran out.

There was also candlelight in the room, and there was a little warmth, and the people who drank the wine walked lightly, but it was too quiet, and the silence was terrible.

The house where the two lived, one was cautious, and the other was trying to avoid it, they were not only a communication problem, but also a feeling of not knowing where to start.

Jiang Xuemei buried her head in embroidery, her ten fingers were punctured, she gritted her teeth and continued to insist, this ruthlessness was somewhat similar to Jiang Xueji, Jiang Xueji came in from outside the house drunk, her little face was flushed.

Seeing Jiang Xuemei sitting there without raising her head, closing her eyes and opening them again, she also gave up, lying on the bed looking at the yarn tent in a daze, she was extremely awake.

"Sister, are you tired?" There was no response, Jiang Xueji fell on the bed and exhaled with the smell of wine, and fell asleep.

If she pushes open the door and says I'm back, she will get a warm smile, and if she sits next to Jiang Xuemei and asks her with a smile, sister, what are you embroidering?

She will get Jiang Xuemei's demeanor of offering treasures, and happily share her embroidery with her, the complex technique, the delicate stitches, every time with sincere blessings, wishing her sister happiness and health.

In turn, Jiang Xuemei took the initiative to say to her sister, drink less, I'll go out for a walk with you, or she gently hugged her and told her that there was still me.

The two of them are too different, but too similar, and they are not leaky in disguise in front of outsiders, and no one notices their subtle atmosphere, and even the damage is the same.

The closer the time was to the scheduled day, the more uneasy the wind was and the old beggar, they stared at it for a long time and never saw anything abnormal about Jiang Xuemei, sitting alone in the house or in the yard, not going anywhere, staying for a day, and the needlework in their hands did not stop much.

The old beggar took the magic weapon and walked around the house several times, and ran back and forth in the city several times without seeing the slightest abnormal scene, the day of the end of this Yulin City is coming, and now even this source has not been found.

"Miss Jiang, have you met anyone recently or where you are uncomfortable?" Feng Mancheng had no choice but to find Jiang Xuemei to ask clearly, and there was no doubt that she shook her head.

She wanted to ask what was wrong, but when she opened her mouth and thought that she could only utter simple syllables, which sounded funny, she did not dare to speak again, and sat down next to the old beggar on the eaves, thinking repeatedly about what was wrong.

Could it be that the wrong person was targeted in the first place? Maybe the real danger was my sister or someone else like you?

The old beggar denied it, this Yulin City and her similar figure and appearance he had calculated, this matter was related to the Jiang family, the two were discussing, and the younger sister walked in from outside the courtyard, carrying a big wooden box in her hand.