"Sister, do you like Cheng Gongzi?" Jiang Xueji was looking at the bronze mirror on the side, Jiang Xuemei was carefully embroidering handkerchiefs, she paused for a moment, stopped and looked at her sister puzzled.

Originally, both of them were calling the wind boy, but Feng Mancheng said that the wind boy sounded similar to the crazy man, and one person had already called him a madman, so they didn't have to add to the frost.

"Sister, I like him, and I think he likes me too. My sister waited quietly for a reply, and then thought of something, and hurriedly said, "Sister, I'm sorry, I forgot that you can't talk, how about we go out to play?"

Jiang Xuemei shook her head, there was still a smile on her face, there was a trace of loss flashing in her eyes, Jiang Xueji shrugged her shoulders and ran out, Jiang Xuemei dragged the embroidered handkerchief in her hand, the embroidered handkerchief was already dyed with a small piece of bright red, as soon as she lowered her head, tears fell on the embroidered handkerchief.

Feng Mancheng stood outside the door and knocked on the door, he heard the conversation just now, and he didn't know what to say, but when he saw Jiang Xuemei crying, he felt that he should stand up and say something.

"That's... Miss Xuemei, I'm going to the market with the old beggar, do you have any things you need to bring?" Feng Mancheng thought for a long time before he came up with a lame reason.

Jiang Xuemei smiled and nodded, and when she laughed, she melted people directly into the tenderness in her eyes, she took a pen and paper, drew a string of sugar gourds on it, and wrote a line of words next to it, if you see a sugar gourd, please ask Cheng Gongzi to bring a string back for me.

Feng Mancheng glanced at it, put away the letter paper with a smile, put it into his arms, turned his head and shouted at the old beggar, and looked for him everywhere, Jiang Xuemei looked at his back and was distracted, and the small words on the handkerchief were also soaked with blood.

Jiang Xuemei sighed helplessly, picked up the scissors on the table and cut the handkerchief to pieces.

Knowing that Feng Mancheng was going to the market, Jiang Xueji was about to follow, she wore a white veil and went out, the old beggar glanced at Jiang Xueji and asked in surprise: "Didn't you say she wouldn't go?"

Jiang Xueji looked up at the old beggar in disbelief, looked at each other for a moment, the old beggar scratched his head with a smile, and explained that he recognized the wrong person, the two sisters looked too similar, and Jiang Xuemei liked to wear a pale pink gauze skirt on weekdays, wearing a veil or a hat, and if she didn't look carefully, she thought it was Jiang Xuemei.

"Do we look alike?"

"Like!"

"Not really. ”

Jiang Xueji, who got two answers, smiled happily, patted the old beggar on the shoulder with a smile, and said: "You see that the one who is stable and dignified on weekdays is my sister, and it is me who is jumping around.

This is simply a death, the old beggar smiled and waved his hand, while saying that the old man didn't know, the old man didn't get close to women, and the old man didn't know anything, and ran forward quickly, causing Jiang Xueji to chase after him.

Feng Mancheng chuckled, and remembered Jiang Xuemei again, two sisters with two personalities, one seemed to be cold and paranoid, and the other was lively and cute, Feng Mancheng's brows suddenly furrowed.

He remembered Jiang Xuemei's words, our two sisters have had a good relationship since childhood, and their personalities are also very similar. The personalities are very similar, so is it the sister who has changed, or the sister who has changed?

Xu is sister is also as innocent as before, after experiencing such a big change, her temperament has also changed a little, Feng Mancheng sighed, the affairs of the government and the opposition, the turbulent situation, all living beings are suffering.

Except for Jiang Xuemei and Jiang Xueji, who survived by luck, none of the others were beheaded to show the public, saying that they were setting an example.

The people all over the city gathered around the execution ground lively, and the people who came to see the execution were all emotional, some people left early because they were bloody, some clapped their hands, and some followed the trend to coax, only the poor Jiang family lined up one by one, and landed on the ground one after another in front of everyone.

Killing people is not enough, there is a figure in this group of spectators, that day, Feng Mancheng can't really be seen on the city wall, Jiang Xuemei walked slowly, dragging the corner of her clothes, just standing in a place where she could just see the torture platform, seeing that the hour was coming, she gently put the wine in her hand on the ground and turned away.

A crowd of people watching the excitement and noise only formed a strong contrast with her single figure, and Feng Mancheng had an urge to protect her.

Feng Mancheng came to his senses, squinted at her who had already gone away, followed the alley, and saw Jiang Xueji walking over with a few peach blossoms at a glance.

"Cheng Gongzi, why are you here?"

"Happened to be passing by. Feng Mancheng saw that Jiang Xueji was going to the execution ground, and stretched out his hand to block her way, "Go back." ”

Jiang Xueji raised her eyes to meet his deep gaze, smiled and replied, "Okay." ”

She held the peach blossoms and ran down the alley lively.

If he had followed, he would have seen the smiling woman in the sun, squatting on the stone slab and weeping bitterly, tears wetting her white clothes and falling peach petals to the ground.

"Eh, whose little lady is this, why is she crying here?" As soon as the words fell, Jiang Xueji heard the sound of the copper coin falling into the porcelain bowl.

Looking up, the old beggar's humble face was in front of him, and he looked even older after putting on makeup, and put a few copper coins in his dirty hands into the porcelain bowl.

"Don't cry, sir, I'll give you a few more copper coins. "After that, I picked up the copper coin in the bowl and had to do it again.

"What's on your head?" Jiang Xueji quietly inserted a sprig of peach blossom in his hand into his bun, looking like the old man was not ashamed, and he still wore flowers at a great age.

"Where is it on the head?" he reached out to touch. Jiang Xueji held his wrist, snickered, and said perfunctorily that he had made a mistake, and slapped the old beggar on the head, "Let's go, go home." ”

The old beggar who came back wearing flowers was ridiculed by Feng Mancheng for a long time, the old beggar smiled and wanted to arrange flowers on Feng Mancheng's head, his skills were not as agile as Feng Mancheng, and he was buckled on the table, Jiang Xueji immediately pulled off his head and put it in the old beggar's bun.

Her long black hair instantly leaked down, bouncing in the sun, patting the old beggar on the shoulder with joy, laughing at his funny appearance of wearing a swaying step.

"Little madman, you let me go. The old beggar tried to resist, but he couldn't break free, "Don't let go, eh, let me tell you, last year the little madman did a particularly stupid thing, I lied to him that the fish in the river in winter are particularly delicious, and he really went to the river to dig ice and fish..."

Feng Mancheng covered his mouth, the old beggar's hand was liberated, and he broke his fingers and jumped on the roof, "He still asks me, old beggar, you said that I have been fishing for so long, why can't the fish be baited?"

The old beggar learned from the innocent appearance of the wind in the city, and asked seriously, "There are no fish in that river, and I laughed to death!" I also accompanied him to fish for three days. ”

"It's not good for you to hurt others, and you don't want to tell me the truth when you suffer from the cold, you just don't owe beating, those good things you do..."

Jiang Xuemei sat quietly embroidering under the tree, watching the three of them make a mess, and also smiled.

Then she lowered her head again, and was still embroidering tirelessly, the pattern embroidered on the handkerchief was very complicated, and she couldn't see what it was, and the embroidery thread alone had to be replaced for a long time.