It was late at night, and the whole world was still sleeping, and occasionally passing vehicles on the streets caused a noise.
Jiang Zhiwei, on the edge of the city, has already gotten up, and a white towel slowly moved on her face. In addition to this pale but delicate face, the mirror reflects a dilapidated and slightly overly-decent hut. It is about twenty square meters, with two small beds leaning against each other, one of which is facing the desk, and is full of neatly arranged books and test papers.
There are things everywhere in the house, which is overcrowded, but everything is well organized and clean.
Jiang Zhiwei put down her towel and walked to the outer room (a thin wall standing in the middle). The outer room was a little bigger, and was still crowded with various tools, machines for making tofu, black coal and a huge iron pot; her tall but slightly thin body was shaking left and right at this time, her long black hair was hanging down on her shoulders, a pair of white arms, which looked slender and fragile. Under the snow-white and transparent skin color, the blue lines could be seen stretching. Five green onion-like fingers were red and purple due to excessive force, but they always held the heavy iron bucket tightly. Dozens of kilograms of soybeans were lying neatly inside. Their bodies were as cute as some social expressions, yellow and round, and they carried the family's income for a day.
The mother walked out of the house. The two of them worked together to put a large bucket of water on a waist-high wooden rack. A transparent plastic tube poked out and hanged in the bucket. It was falling into the white funnel of an old tofu grinding machine. Jiang Zhiwei pulled down the switch. The old tofu machine began to run and roar, bent over her soft waist, and her rosy mouth sucked hard at the lower end of the plastic tube, and a clear column of water slowly began to flow...
This is just the beginning of a long grinding in a day
Like most Cinderella stories, Zhiwei's family is full of misfortune. The source of this misfortune is Jiang Chaoyang, the idle father who is not doing his job and idle.
What a good name, but he was promiscuous, drunken, greedy, short-sighted, eating, drinking, having sex, prostitution, gambling, and all five poisons. Shortly after his father died, no one could restrain him. After three years of marriage, he soon lost his family business, and he was lazy and afraid of hardship and fatigue. In the end, even the house at home was lost, and he embarked on the road of crime, such as living in prison.
Zhiwei was a little lucky for her father's imprisonment. If she was tortured by him for a few more years, she was really afraid that her mother would not be able to hold on.
The mother and daughter are not afraid of natural disasters, not poverty and hardship, but are afraid of man-made disasters
Although the mother and daughter depend on each other for life, they are dull and down-to-earth, making tofu for a living, and occasionally doing odd jobs and self-sufficient
The only thing that is bothering is that occasionally there are gangsters who claim to be Jiang Chaoyang's creditors to come to collect debts and cause trouble. However, they don't know whether it is true or not. Even if they give it to each other once, they will not give up. It is obvious that they bully their orphans and widows. Fortunately, there are many poor people here, and Uncle Zhang's family, who sells fried dough sticks next door, are very enthusiastic and have not allowed those hateful gangsters to take advantage of them. But recently those people have become more and more excessive...
The mist was misty, and Jiang Zhiwei's face was not real. She stirred a huge spoon hard and raised the rolling soy milk repeatedly. Her body was already sweating profusely. She carefully controlled her body and did not let any sweat fall into the pot.
She couldn't help feeling nervous when she remembered the call she received yesterday. The junior brother probably didn't know how complicated and profound her feelings for him were, but another figure in his heart made him hesitate. He remembered that she had let down others for the rest of her life. How could she bear it if she liked others again in this life?
But as soon as she thinks of Chen Huan's sunny and handsome appearance and dark and deep eyes, her heart will no longer be calm. Morality can only restrain behavior, so how can she restrain a person's heart?
What's more, who knows the true or false of those illusory things?
From stranger to familiarity, for a year, did he really think he could hide his own thoughts?
Looking at his entangled look, he shouted...
Senior sister, but she only wants to call her Zhiwei Zhiwei, but she is afraid that the sudden change will make her abrupt, so she dare not change her words easily
Someone once said that whether a person loves you or not, you can tell by looking at his eyes and details of life. As small as a detail of such a name, he cares so much about nervousness, so how can he not be sincere?
That's why she promised to meet him at home on the phone tomorrow. Jiang Zhiwei already understood that if tomorrow, he would see such a family and herself, he would have a hint of sympathy and compassion, hesitation and hesitation, means and thoughts.
Then she would refuse him mercilessly
Everything that I, Jiang Zhiwei, liked, is only taken directly and no longer sought in the slightest
This is Jiang Zhiwei. She doesn't care about all the worldly constraints and troubles. If anyone underestimates her appearance, she will surely shock her soul's strength.
Saturday, the weather is clear, the blue waves are pleasant
I deliberately ignored the troubles at home. I got up early and took a shower. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was very satisfied. I found some milk bread in Liang Wei's refrigerator, and then went out after eating it. The boy consumed a lot yesterday and fell asleep like a pig.
April in the south is already a little hot. I only wore a white loose T-shirt on my upper body and a pair of black seven-quarter casual shorts on my lower body. There is no pattern and white sneakers. Because of senior sister Zhiwei, I also like to focus on simple and simple in dressing.
The schoolbag is a gift I have prepared for a long time. I have wanted to give it to her for a long time, but I can't speak, because I know how firm and self-supportive senior Zhiwei is. Without a certain relationship, she will not accept any ambiguous gifts. So it is absolutely not feasible to give gifts like a normal girl, and slowly conquer her small actions and words, etc., which is absolutely unfavorable. Liang Wei's boy taught me something, and I denied it one by one. I decided not to use any tricks, just based on my own wishes. After all, I have been with her for a long time.
Call a taxi on the road, followed the text message address given by senior sister Zhiwei, and went straight to her house. Along the way, my mind was filled with the scene of her first meeting. It was a sunny day. The school newspaper organized new and old members to go out for a trip together, requiring everyone to be present. When everyone was in the stream, laughing and playing, I was searching everywhere. The woman whose pen name was Jiang Nanxue in the school newspaper
Jiangnan Xue has always been famous for her beautiful writing style, profound thoughts, and good poetry. I am her loyal reader. I have long yearned for this senior sister's true face, but unfortunately I have never seen it before. Suddenly, I saw a girl in a white dress and a blue long skirt in the lake looking into the distance. Perhaps I felt my gaze, she slowly turned around, just as a breeze blew by, and the white petals on the flower tree were fluttering, falling like snowflakes.
She is so beautiful under the tree, slightly confused, quiet and peaceful
It is a kind of beauty with quiet and beautiful years, no impurities, and clear as a spring; it is a kind of beauty with real, free and easy, fresh and natural, not far-fetched and unpretentious beauty; it is a kind of beauty with real, free and easy, fresh and natural, not far-fetched and unpretentious beauty;
I was already crazy, and she seemed to be confused and recalling something. Suddenly she seemed to remember something. She smiled with surprise. I just felt that the whole world was blooming.
Then she walked towards me step by step, like the white lotus after the rain, graceful, she walked; like a small order, she came from the allusion of love;
From Wen Tingyun's poems, there is a rhyme, she comes
It seemed like in a dream, I saw her generously stretching out the white lotus root at me (is this a lotus root or her bare hands?)
Hello, my name is Jiang Zhiwei, and my pen name is Jiang Nanxue. Where are you?
Me? I'm dreaming...
Ah... Sorry, senior sister... I didn't wake up and said nonsense. Don't care, my name is Chen Huan... The pen name is Shangxue
Oh, why did the boy have such a pseudonym? Can you tell me...
OK! (I'm willing to do it for how long I'll be...)
I don't remember how long I talked to her that day, and the content was not clear. Maybe it was everywhere and everywhere; maybe it was interests, hobbies, life troubles
Nothing is important. I only remember her long black hair, her eyebrows like a distant mountain, her white and pure face, her thin red lips, her clear eyes, her swan-like neck, her frown and smile, reflected in her eyes and engraved in her heart
Goodbye, Master!
Looking at the low shanty towns in front of me, the dirty and messy streets, and the ragged people everywhere, my heart was a little painful
Is this where senior Zhiwei lives?
She had never told me about the situation at home before. Although I guess her family's conditions were average, I didn't expect it to be this level.
God, God, how can you bear to have a flawless jade trapped in the mud?
After passing through the narrow alley and asking around, I finally came to the entrance of my senior sister's yard. This was a bungalow, the yard was very small and filled with wood, coal, and cars (bicycles)...
Senior Sister Zhiwei, are you at home? I am Chen Huan, I shouted at the gate of the yard
Come in, my senior sister's voice is as dull as ever
I lowered my head and walked through the outer room full of utensils. As soon as I entered, I saw my senior sister sorting out the test papers on a chair. She wore a white patternless T-shirt like me on her upper body today, but she was indeed a pair of water-blue tight jeans on her lower body, slender and graceful pair of long legs, and her proper breasts outlined an amazing and beautiful curve.
There is only this chair at home. If you don’t dislike it, just sit on my bed. Look, that bed
I felt a little nervous. This is my senior sister's home, this is where she rests every day
No, senior sister, I just stand up, has my aunt gone to work?
You are asked to sit down, but your mother has not come back at the vegetable market. Unless she sold the tofu, she usually does not come back until noon
In the words of the senior sister's plain narration, there was an unquestionable tone. I had no choice but to sit on her white bed, and I didn't know where to put my nervous hands.
In fact, we have been very familiar with each other for almost a year. We often chat and discuss together in school newspapers. Occasionally, I will deliberately pretend to meet by chance in the cafeteria, go on the way after school, etc.
But the atmosphere is still a bit distant and awkward, maybe it's because we all know what will happen today.
Did you drink yesterday? The senior sister asked with a frown slightly
...Yes, yesterday, because something happened at home, I was in a bad mood, so I...
I don't like drinking people, and I don't like some decisions made when others are drunk
Looking at her clear eyes, my heart suddenly calmed down
Senior sister, look into my eyes! I saw her body tremble slightly
I won't drink anymore. I may not be as clear and thorough as Zhiwei, but I know exactly what I want.
I like you Jiang Zhiwei. I have liked you since I first met you
I like you, your temperament, your beauty, your name, your face, your hair, eyes, nose, mouth, every cell of your body, every corner of your soul, I like it all, I want to get it
Oh, it turns out that I just like it, not love it
No, of course I love, Zhiwei... Senior sister, how can you pick words like those boring people...
Puchi! Senior Sister Zhiwei suddenly covered her mouth and laughed. The person who has always been cold is so beautiful when she smiles. I feel that the whole world has been blurred. There is only her in my eyes, only her
Chen Huan, don’t call me senior sister in the future!
I was shocked. Why?
Because you can only call me Zhiwei in the future... After saying that, there was a blush on her pale cheeks, which was so obvious.
I was ecstatic. Zhiwei, have you promised me? You will be my girlfriend in the future? Is this true? Hahaha...
Zhiwei was a little overwhelmed by my smile. I struck while the iron was hot and said: Zhiwei, can I give me a hug to celebrate the day we were together?
Yes~ The sound is slight
I deliberately smiled evilly and walked up to hug Zhiwei's thin and slender body. Her body was a little cold. The touch that came told me was all bones. Such a beautiful person hugged her in my arms, but I didn't have a slight desire. There was only a burst of pain in my heart, and the Buddha's tide was released.
I can only hug her tightly and warm her
Zhiwei, I didn’t have me before, you suffered, I will definitely turn you into a fat and fat person in the future!
Bah, I won’t get fat. I’m... okay now? As she said that, her hands slowly wrapped around my waist and her head was gently buried in my chest. I could feel her body trembling.
No, not good at all, how can my girlfriend have no breasts?
You'll talk nonsense!
Hiss~It hurts, I won't say it anymore...
A severe pain suddenly came from the waist
Zhiwei's hand is really strong, she must have pinched purple now
Ah~ I'm sorry, I'll take a look
Zhiwei lifted up my T-shirt and saw a purple ball around my waist. Her eyes immediately turned red and tears surging like water waves.
Sorry, sorry, Chen Huan, it’s all that my hands are too strong... The cool fingers stroked the skin around my waist, making my soul tremble
It doesn't matter, I like it, even if I die in Zhiwei's hands, I will be happy with it.
Don’t talk nonsense, you are not allowed to talk nonsense in the future!
OK I won’t say it anymore, but Vivi, should you compensate me?
Hum? How to compensate you? After saying that, Zhiwei looked at me with tears in her eyes. The IQ of a woman in love was 0... The ancients really didn't deceive me!
Of course, this is a compensation! I hugged her slender waist and quickly lowered my head to print her bright red lips.
Um~ You... She struggled for a moment but was hugged tighter by me. She wanted to open her mouth but was sucked by me. I gently sucked and licked her hands, and her hands began to gently hit my back, slowly surrounding my waist weakly
I greedily sucked the sweet body fluid from her little mouth, and kept entangled with her fragrant tongue. Zhiwei's face was red and bleeding. I quickly spread my lips so that she could breathe
Cough... Cough... You want to suffocate me to death. As he said that, he hit my back hard and laughed a few times, but I felt so comfortable
You are so nervous that you forget that you still have a nose. It's all because you love me. Zhiwei, I approached her earlobe and said softly.
Tell me, you don’t have narcissism, I’m...
Zhiwei, I'll give it to you, do you like it? I took out the prepared white jade lotus necklace. The beautiful jade is flawless and it is particularly shiny under the light.
Why a lotus?
Because I don't know when the holy lotus began to be stigmatized. In fact, the lotus is still a lotus, but their hearts are polluted, and you are the real lotus that will always be white in my heart.
I'm so slick and tell me why you seem to be very experienced? Well?
Unjustly accused of this, Zhiwei, I swear I was my first love, those words were completely natural and born from the heart, it was all because you were so beautiful that I couldn't help myself
I'm also my first love, but unfortunately I don't have any gifts to give to you...
No, Jiang Zhiwei, remember, you are my best gift, so you can never leave me, we will be together for a lifetime!
OK, it's all my life, we've been entangled for a long time
You are, what are you talking about? Zhiwei
Do you believe in your past lives?
I don't believe it
Then I'll tell you a story, go and sit on the bed and listen
I don't, unless I hold you together~
I'm afraid of you!
I gently hugged the thin girl and listened to her telling about her past lives in her dreams over the years:
I started having a very long dream since I was eight years old. In the dream, I was Meng Po who was guarding the Naihe Bridge.
He's here again this day, it's my third time seeing him
Can I not drink it? He asked
You'll be fine, I'll reply coldly
So he walked away from the Naihe Bridge, he turned around and said: Thank you
I smiled, a little cruel: Why is this nonsense every time
The little girl waiting to take over my position as Meng Po asked me: Why do he remember to find that person every time? Why did he have to do it in his previous life?
I replied with a sneer: He thought that if he didn't drink Mengpo soup, he could keep the memories of his previous life. In fact, once he was reborn, all the memories of his previous life would be lost, and it would be the same whether he could drink or not.
She was even more confused: Then why do you still need to drink Mengpo soup? What is the difference?
You will forget whether you drink or not, but if you don’t drink, the ending will be even worse. This is the punishment for those who violate the destiny in the underworld.
I continued to sneer, they were destined to search for their lives in the sun, but they didn't know what they were looking for until they died, so they decided to not drink, and kept reincarnation in life and death, waiting for the rest of their lives, but they could only wait for the void. This is the punishment of not drinking Mengpo soup.
Poor hope they will be together eventually, the little girl said
So? Do you think she will forgive him? She will definitely not forgive him!
After saying that, I was silent
Mother-in-law, the soup is boiling
Mother-in-law, is that person just now him?
Mother-in-law, why did you treat him like this?
Mother-in-law, why don’t you talk?
……
I don't know how many years have passed, and I suddenly opened my eyes, half lying on the rattan chair, and I said to her: It's him
It's him, I'm waiting for him, I hate him, so I want to watch him reincarnate again and again in front of me, and be tortured again and again and again.
At that time, I was not Meng Po. I called Jiang Lili and I met him in the southwest. At that time, Jiange had already lost to me and him. That year, I was only twelve years old.
My parents died on the battlefield very early
I was brought up by my uncle and aunt
My uncle is very nice to me, but my aunt is not very polite to me
I was very lonely, lonely, and unhappy throughout my youth
At that time, the children of all major sects lived in a teenager of similar age in the southwest. It was easy to form gangs. I did not become a member of any gang. My body and mind were free.
One summer, the houses living in Jiange and Yaowang Valley caught fire inexplicably; the fire was really sudden and strange.
I woke up in the middle of the night. The flames and smoke in front of me were shocked by the violent coughing. I rushed out, but it was too late and the exit was blocked by the fire.
When I woke up, I found myself lying in the arms of a boy, his face was covered in smoke and dust. His arms were very warm. I knew he had saved me.
Now I think about it, this boy is not very good-looking and has the gloomy eyes that are as gloomy as an eagle. Fortunately, he has soft lip lines and a perky nose bridge, which neutralize the gloomy background in his eyes.
The funny thing is that when he saw me awake, the first thing he did was to let go without mercy
I fell to the ground with a thump
I screamed in pain
He looked at me, put on his mask expressionlessly, and left
And, no more looking back
My uncle died in this fire and my nightmare began
When I was very young, I discovered that although Jiange is a sect that practices both sword skills and magic, not all disciples can successfully complete the hard dual cultivation.
Although most disciples have reached the level of enlightenment, some are still just practicing superficial skills.
They only focus on light and agile body language, but their inner thickness and realm are far from enough
Unfortunately, my aunt is such a pretentious and weak half-tone
I live in my aunt's house, often I can't eat enough, and sometimes I wake up hungry in the middle of the night
One day at noon, I only drank a bowl of porridge
I was so hungry that I walked out of the house and dug a diamond corner in a small pond next to Baishuitai.
Then I saw the boy again
He and a group of friends wearing masks were digging water chestnuts, picking shells, and making fish.
A boy dragging his nose made a dirty gesture to me, and he stopped him in time
I met this boy like this and I said I was very hungry. He stuffed a bunch of water chestnuts and lotus pods into my arms, but refused to tell me his name
I finished eating voraciously, and asked the boy who was dragging his nose with a shit outrageous face. His name was probably twelve or twelve years old. He laughed and said that his surname was Zu Zong.
Ancestor, ancestor, I whispered twice, and then I realized that my nose was playing tricks on me
At this time, the boy walked forward and kicked a dog and opened his nose. He said to me loudly: If you are still hungry tomorrow, come here again
The second day, the third day, the fourth day... After that, every day I waited for them by the pond. My teenage time was no longer hungry.
Later, my aunt discovered my secret and she scolded me sternly
Only then did I realize that it was a group of ghost boys
That is the worst and the lowest, a group of people like maggots! My aunt was heartbroken by my self-deprecation and depravity.
However, the next day I jumped out of the window and escaped
The boy has no class consciousness and no hierarchical snobbery in his heart
I just know I'm hungry
I won't be full if I leave these worst and lowest-level maggots
I already knew his name at that time, Jiang Ming
He said to me: My name is Jiang Ming
I have several older brothers and sisters, and many younger brothers and sisters.
They're a bunch of jerks, a bunch of villains
But don't worry, they won't bully you by my side
I believe his words
Jiang Ming did have a kind of ignorance among the chaotic dozens of people. Apart from his tall figure, he always dressed simply and was clean and decent, and his slightly literary speaking habit also distinguished him from others.
There are many old and rough men among the ghost boys. They can make jokes about wild things that are wild and go to bed, tell stories about yellow things that are yellow and go to bed, and scold them for being dirty and go to swearing in their pants.
Jiang Ming never, Jiang Ming is unique because of this
In fact, Jiang Ming did give me a strange sense of security. In a conceivable terrible and chaotic group, he has the guarantee of adequate food and clothing.
That year, I even ate meat
A group of half-aged children hid in the grass and shared big fish and meat of unknown origin
I didn't ask them the origin of these delicacies
In my impression, these ghost boys have some ability, and I was almost knocked out by the delicious enjoyment at that time.
In this way, when a group of monks from Medicine King Valley raided over, these monkey-like ghost boys quickly rushed into the pond and grass, and disappeared in an instant
And I sat on the grass with my mouth full of flesh stuffed, and was caught on the spot.
The consequences of this matter were very serious. After a famous and upright sect, he was morally corrupt and mentally depressed. He was confused with a group of dirty and dirty boys and stole the fish meat from the Medicine King Valley for the New Year. He was feasting on the gluttonous meat.
The Shangshu of Jiange apologized to many people in the Medicine King Valley and said that I would definitely discipline her well. I locked my teeth and didn't ask me to tell me where the boys' nests were, so I was locked in the dark room because of this.
In the middle of the night, I was hungry and cold. A black shadow appeared by the window. I knew it was Jiang Ming; he brought me food. You are loyal enough, thank you. He said to me in the dark.
I want to marry you. I swallowed a chicken leg and suddenly said to him who was curled up on the windowsill, "I want to be your woman and give birth to a son for you."
He fell from the windowsill in fear
I was less than thirteen years old that day
Marrying Jiang Ming became my only ideal at that time
This naturally has a lot of resistance
From the sect, from my aunt, and from the ghost creatures, I have long discovered that the ghost girl named Wu Xiaoluo has looked at me hostilely
I've grown up stumbled in such a bad environment and a chaotic mentality
My aunt no longer cared about me because there were often Jiang Ming and his ham, wild duck, lotus root, etc. placed in the windowsill at home.
My aunt is so happy that she turns a blind eye
The matter between Jiang Ming and me gradually spread more and more in Jiange
Soon, I took the initiative to go to the battlefield and could have a full meal
I miss him all the time, and I try my best to practice killing enemies every day
I'm a girl, but I use the standards of a boy to strictly demand myself
Then there were five years of battlefields. I followed the Shangshen from Jiange to live and die, and won many victories.
I didn't tell anyone why I was so cruel on the battlefield and so afraid of death
I think I am paying off the debt for Jiang Ming. If I show enough dignity on the battlefield, maybe the sect will accept my marriage with Jiang Ming.
I made contributions and went home. My aunt was very happy that I won the respect of the sect for this dilapidated and incomplete family.
After drinking the soup carefully prepared by my aunt, my aunt said to me with a smile: Many people will come to the door to propose marriage soon
I said: I can only marry Jiang Ming
My aunt looked at me and said harshly: Even if I kill you, I won’t let you marry that villain!
And I don't care at all
I've grown up, my wings are getting richer
I have the ability to make decisions about my own affairs
I believe that life is my own, and I should live according to my own wishes, even if it is a life that other people will feel heartbroken when they see it.
Besides, my aunt underestimated me
Actually, I can control myself
The military career has changed and reshaped me to a large extent
I have good living habits, know how to live elegantly and white, know how to say thank you, sorry, you're welcome, I have an innocence, I have a very innocent will
I know that I must work hard and achieve something; I know that Jiang Ming is in the depths of his soul, and he shouldn't be a person living in a ghost environment.
His growing environment constrained and bound him
I am sure that after I get married with him, we will leave that group together, leave everything that is noisy around us, live and work in peace, I am sure!
I also understand Jiang Ming's inferiority complex
I'm really not a good person. When he saw me, he said in a cold voice that there was a hint of sadness in his tone. He curled up, as if he wanted to shrink into his humble shadow
But I don't mind, I really don't mind
Three days later, he gave me a lovesickness parcel
This is the so-called token of love. I think we can start a happy and humble life soon.
The next day, Wu Xiaoluo found me and hadn't seen her for several years. She also became a big girl. She approached me and said straight to the point: Jiang Lili, I hope you don't get close to Jiang Ming anymore.
I asked: What does this have to do with you? What right do you have to say this to me?
Wu Xiaoluo said: Of course I have the power because Jiang Ming and I are the real suitable couple.
I laughed: What a mess, are you crazy about men?
Wu Xiaoluo screamed: You and Jiang Ming are not suitable for you. You are not the same person!
I said: Whether it is suitable or not is my business with him
She said: Do you know why he saved you! You must have never imagined that the fire was actually what he ordered us to release!
My face suddenly pale, my expression was a little dazed, and my heart was so upset that I turned around and left
But Wu Xiaoluo chased me unyieldingly: I can see that you actually love Jiang Ming, he loves you too, but forget it, do you know? The lovesickness handwriting he gave you was stolen, haha, you are not all the people.
At that moment I completely collapsed
Love can be rejected, forgotten, but not disrespectful
My legs trembled and I returned home
I haven't gone out for three days
I just feel my heartache, it hurts so much
Three days later, Jiang Ming had another color in my mind
I used scissors to cut the Acacia Pattaya to pieces
When I saw him again, I threw back the fragments of Acacia Pata to him: Why did you do this? Why did you set fire? Why did you steal other people’s Acacia Pata?
Since you know everything, there is no need for me to hide it anymore
He told me coldly, because I hate these two people from you, our parents would not have died! We would not have lived such a miserable life!
At that moment, I thought I really gave up on him
He burned my uncle to death; he burned so many innocent civilians to death
My miserable fate after that was too unrelated to him
But he could not change his face and look calm, so I turned around and left
The next day, I took the initiative to apply to go to the front line where the war was tight, and I died in a fierce battle.
That's how I lived my whole life, and then I came here to become Meng Po
Mother-in-law, I have a letter to you. The little girl said
What?
I was a messenger, even if I had no recipient or address, even if it was a letter from Yin and Yang, I had to send it. I finally know that the second letter here was written to you.
This letter was handed to me by a middle-aged woman, and it should be Wu Xiaoluo.
When she gave me this letter, she also told the story of the letter
Shortly after I rushed to the front line again, Jiang Ming also went to a foreign land.
He and a few ghost disciples who were willing to follow him settled down by a small lake in the south of the Yangtze River, hid their names, and lived a life of a hard-working and poor fisherman.
Among these people, Wu Xiaoluo is also included
Their lives are as difficult as imaginable, but they are also quiet and endure Wu Xiaoluo feels that Jiang Ming is spending the rest of his life atonement
Soon, twenty years passed and they were all old
So old that I don't even have any memory
Wu Xiaoluo thought Jiang Ming had forgotten everything about Jiang Lili; but Jiang Ming spent twenty years alone, and they were unable to get married in the end.
Wu Xiaoluo figured it out. Although they were in the same group, Jiang Ming would rather be a bachelor than marry her for the rest of his life.
He hates his ghost identity in his heart
Wu Xiaoluo later married Jiang Ming's younger brother Jiang Chuan, even though he was a deaf and mute.
One summer, the weather was very hot. Everyone went to the town to sell fish during the day. When they came back at night, they drank around a small wooden table by the lake pond, and they just bought pork head meat in the market town.
The man was shirtless, drank too much, and fell asleep, so the oil lamp ignited the pile of thatched beside the house and didn't know
Soon, the house next to the pile of thatched piles also burned; everyone was awakened by the burning sound of chopping and peeling.
Everyone was stunned. It was the house they built with hard work like mud.
Just before everyone could react, Jiang Ming suddenly shouted: That little girl Jiang Lili is still inside! As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed straight in
When everyone reacted and dragged him out of the sea of fire, he was burned to death, but he was reluctant to die. His eyes were always looking at the small wooden table by the lake.
Jiang Chuan knew it, and took his shirt under the table. There was a piece of oil paper in his pocket. He opened it, and wrapped it with a piece of lovesickness parcel.
Jiang Ming sobbed: This time it was clean and then he died
Jiang Chuan knew that this was what his brother bought in the town for money selling fish during the day. He exchanged it for his own coolie.
I took the letter she handed over and took out the Acacia Pa for a long time. In her surprised gaze, I threw the Acacia Pa into the stove, and the flames became more and more prosperous...
I saw him again; I walked away, staggering
Mother-in-law, how many lives have you been? Is it four? The little girl asked
I don't want to talk
She said: Mother-in-law, your punishment should be enough. You can forgive him. You can be together.
He is already very old; the wrinkles on his face are deeply engraved with the vicissitudes of a fisherman. He quietly looked at Mengpo soup on the table. After watching for a long time, I stared at him in a daze, and for a long time.
Can you not drink this bowl of soup? I don’t want to forget her, I still want to find her
No, you have to drink, otherwise you can't cross the Naihe Bridge. I handed the bowl over and said to him in a stern voice.
He lifted the soup helplessly and said: Thank you for your trembling hands
No thanks I raised my head, my hands were shaking
He gently stroked the edge of the bowl, moved the bowl to his lips one by one, then opened his mouth and drank it all in one go
The little girl looked at his far away back and asked in surprise: Mother-in-law, why do you do this?
For each other to suffer less
People like Jiang Ming and I always have to face a huge back in their lives. No matter how we linger, we cannot face our love.
I smiled and said, so no matter which path I take in this life, I and him are destined to be unable to walk with each other.
Naihe Bridge, I raised the Mengpo soup I cooked with one hand, and drank it all and I will enter the cycle of reincarnation again. His sin has been cleared, but my sin has not been cleared yet
My previous life was a dream, and I was asked to repay my sins in the next life. This is my only long-cherished wish.
After a long silence, I asked, "I am Jiang Ming, right?"
Yes, I thought it was that person before, after all, their names are the same. Until today, you asked me to look at your eyes, I knew that Jiang Ming was you. Do you know? There is a human soul hidden in your eyes.
You may not remember that 10 years ago, my father was killed and went to jail; our house was taken away, and my mother and I could only wander on the streets, begging for a living. Once we were so hungry that we were fainted. A mother and son passed by us. The little boy thought I was pitiful, so he gave us all his pocket money. My mother and I ate and ran away, and had the strength to work, and finally did not starve to death on the street.
That little boy is you. I recognized you the first time I met you, but you have forgotten me, so I owe you all the past and present.
What I never believe in the past and present life. You are you, my Jiang Zhiwei. Your destiny is only in yourself. There is nothing to owe between us. I believe that you are with me not to repay kindness, but to really like me ten years ago. I saved you because God couldn't bear to see me single all my life, so you are here to save me, a single dog. So this is the destiny of marriage. There is nothing to owe, haha! I hope that pale words can relieve your little sorrow, and I will not let your life go so badly again.
Don't worry, I am Jiang Zhiwei, my decision is just because of my heart. I promise you, just because I love you. These stories are not our burden, but my determination to love you more firmly
Chen Huan, hug me tightly!
Jiang Zhiwei, on the edge of the city, has already gotten up, and a white towel slowly moved on her face. In addition to this pale but delicate face, the mirror reflects a dilapidated and slightly overly-decent hut. It is about twenty square meters, with two small beds leaning against each other, one of which is facing the desk, and is full of neatly arranged books and test papers.
There are things everywhere in the house, which is overcrowded, but everything is well organized and clean.
Jiang Zhiwei put down her towel and walked to the outer room (a thin wall standing in the middle). The outer room was a little bigger, and was still crowded with various tools, machines for making tofu, black coal and a huge iron pot; her tall but slightly thin body was shaking left and right at this time, her long black hair was hanging down on her shoulders, a pair of white arms, which looked slender and fragile. Under the snow-white and transparent skin color, the blue lines could be seen stretching. Five green onion-like fingers were red and purple due to excessive force, but they always held the heavy iron bucket tightly. Dozens of kilograms of soybeans were lying neatly inside. Their bodies were as cute as some social expressions, yellow and round, and they carried the family's income for a day.
The mother walked out of the house. The two of them worked together to put a large bucket of water on a waist-high wooden rack. A transparent plastic tube poked out and hanged in the bucket. It was falling into the white funnel of an old tofu grinding machine. Jiang Zhiwei pulled down the switch. The old tofu machine began to run and roar, bent over her soft waist, and her rosy mouth sucked hard at the lower end of the plastic tube, and a clear column of water slowly began to flow...
This is just the beginning of a long grinding in a day
Like most Cinderella stories, Zhiwei's family is full of misfortune. The source of this misfortune is Jiang Chaoyang, the idle father who is not doing his job and idle.
What a good name, but he was promiscuous, drunken, greedy, short-sighted, eating, drinking, having sex, prostitution, gambling, and all five poisons. Shortly after his father died, no one could restrain him. After three years of marriage, he soon lost his family business, and he was lazy and afraid of hardship and fatigue. In the end, even the house at home was lost, and he embarked on the road of crime, such as living in prison.
Zhiwei was a little lucky for her father's imprisonment. If she was tortured by him for a few more years, she was really afraid that her mother would not be able to hold on.
The mother and daughter are not afraid of natural disasters, not poverty and hardship, but are afraid of man-made disasters
Although the mother and daughter depend on each other for life, they are dull and down-to-earth, making tofu for a living, and occasionally doing odd jobs and self-sufficient
The only thing that is bothering is that occasionally there are gangsters who claim to be Jiang Chaoyang's creditors to come to collect debts and cause trouble. However, they don't know whether it is true or not. Even if they give it to each other once, they will not give up. It is obvious that they bully their orphans and widows. Fortunately, there are many poor people here, and Uncle Zhang's family, who sells fried dough sticks next door, are very enthusiastic and have not allowed those hateful gangsters to take advantage of them. But recently those people have become more and more excessive...
The mist was misty, and Jiang Zhiwei's face was not real. She stirred a huge spoon hard and raised the rolling soy milk repeatedly. Her body was already sweating profusely. She carefully controlled her body and did not let any sweat fall into the pot.
She couldn't help feeling nervous when she remembered the call she received yesterday. The junior brother probably didn't know how complicated and profound her feelings for him were, but another figure in his heart made him hesitate. He remembered that she had let down others for the rest of her life. How could she bear it if she liked others again in this life?
But as soon as she thinks of Chen Huan's sunny and handsome appearance and dark and deep eyes, her heart will no longer be calm. Morality can only restrain behavior, so how can she restrain a person's heart?
What's more, who knows the true or false of those illusory things?
From stranger to familiarity, for a year, did he really think he could hide his own thoughts?
Looking at his entangled look, he shouted...
Senior sister, but she only wants to call her Zhiwei Zhiwei, but she is afraid that the sudden change will make her abrupt, so she dare not change her words easily
Someone once said that whether a person loves you or not, you can tell by looking at his eyes and details of life. As small as a detail of such a name, he cares so much about nervousness, so how can he not be sincere?
That's why she promised to meet him at home on the phone tomorrow. Jiang Zhiwei already understood that if tomorrow, he would see such a family and herself, he would have a hint of sympathy and compassion, hesitation and hesitation, means and thoughts.
Then she would refuse him mercilessly
Everything that I, Jiang Zhiwei, liked, is only taken directly and no longer sought in the slightest
This is Jiang Zhiwei. She doesn't care about all the worldly constraints and troubles. If anyone underestimates her appearance, she will surely shock her soul's strength.
Saturday, the weather is clear, the blue waves are pleasant
I deliberately ignored the troubles at home. I got up early and took a shower. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was very satisfied. I found some milk bread in Liang Wei's refrigerator, and then went out after eating it. The boy consumed a lot yesterday and fell asleep like a pig.
April in the south is already a little hot. I only wore a white loose T-shirt on my upper body and a pair of black seven-quarter casual shorts on my lower body. There is no pattern and white sneakers. Because of senior sister Zhiwei, I also like to focus on simple and simple in dressing.
The schoolbag is a gift I have prepared for a long time. I have wanted to give it to her for a long time, but I can't speak, because I know how firm and self-supportive senior Zhiwei is. Without a certain relationship, she will not accept any ambiguous gifts. So it is absolutely not feasible to give gifts like a normal girl, and slowly conquer her small actions and words, etc., which is absolutely unfavorable. Liang Wei's boy taught me something, and I denied it one by one. I decided not to use any tricks, just based on my own wishes. After all, I have been with her for a long time.
Call a taxi on the road, followed the text message address given by senior sister Zhiwei, and went straight to her house. Along the way, my mind was filled with the scene of her first meeting. It was a sunny day. The school newspaper organized new and old members to go out for a trip together, requiring everyone to be present. When everyone was in the stream, laughing and playing, I was searching everywhere. The woman whose pen name was Jiang Nanxue in the school newspaper
Jiangnan Xue has always been famous for her beautiful writing style, profound thoughts, and good poetry. I am her loyal reader. I have long yearned for this senior sister's true face, but unfortunately I have never seen it before. Suddenly, I saw a girl in a white dress and a blue long skirt in the lake looking into the distance. Perhaps I felt my gaze, she slowly turned around, just as a breeze blew by, and the white petals on the flower tree were fluttering, falling like snowflakes.
She is so beautiful under the tree, slightly confused, quiet and peaceful
It is a kind of beauty with quiet and beautiful years, no impurities, and clear as a spring; it is a kind of beauty with real, free and easy, fresh and natural, not far-fetched and unpretentious beauty; it is a kind of beauty with real, free and easy, fresh and natural, not far-fetched and unpretentious beauty;
I was already crazy, and she seemed to be confused and recalling something. Suddenly she seemed to remember something. She smiled with surprise. I just felt that the whole world was blooming.
Then she walked towards me step by step, like the white lotus after the rain, graceful, she walked; like a small order, she came from the allusion of love;
From Wen Tingyun's poems, there is a rhyme, she comes
It seemed like in a dream, I saw her generously stretching out the white lotus root at me (is this a lotus root or her bare hands?)
Hello, my name is Jiang Zhiwei, and my pen name is Jiang Nanxue. Where are you?
Me? I'm dreaming...
Ah... Sorry, senior sister... I didn't wake up and said nonsense. Don't care, my name is Chen Huan... The pen name is Shangxue
Oh, why did the boy have such a pseudonym? Can you tell me...
OK! (I'm willing to do it for how long I'll be...)
I don't remember how long I talked to her that day, and the content was not clear. Maybe it was everywhere and everywhere; maybe it was interests, hobbies, life troubles
Nothing is important. I only remember her long black hair, her eyebrows like a distant mountain, her white and pure face, her thin red lips, her clear eyes, her swan-like neck, her frown and smile, reflected in her eyes and engraved in her heart
Goodbye, Master!
Looking at the low shanty towns in front of me, the dirty and messy streets, and the ragged people everywhere, my heart was a little painful
Is this where senior Zhiwei lives?
She had never told me about the situation at home before. Although I guess her family's conditions were average, I didn't expect it to be this level.
God, God, how can you bear to have a flawless jade trapped in the mud?
After passing through the narrow alley and asking around, I finally came to the entrance of my senior sister's yard. This was a bungalow, the yard was very small and filled with wood, coal, and cars (bicycles)...
Senior Sister Zhiwei, are you at home? I am Chen Huan, I shouted at the gate of the yard
Come in, my senior sister's voice is as dull as ever
I lowered my head and walked through the outer room full of utensils. As soon as I entered, I saw my senior sister sorting out the test papers on a chair. She wore a white patternless T-shirt like me on her upper body today, but she was indeed a pair of water-blue tight jeans on her lower body, slender and graceful pair of long legs, and her proper breasts outlined an amazing and beautiful curve.
There is only this chair at home. If you don’t dislike it, just sit on my bed. Look, that bed
I felt a little nervous. This is my senior sister's home, this is where she rests every day
No, senior sister, I just stand up, has my aunt gone to work?
You are asked to sit down, but your mother has not come back at the vegetable market. Unless she sold the tofu, she usually does not come back until noon
In the words of the senior sister's plain narration, there was an unquestionable tone. I had no choice but to sit on her white bed, and I didn't know where to put my nervous hands.
In fact, we have been very familiar with each other for almost a year. We often chat and discuss together in school newspapers. Occasionally, I will deliberately pretend to meet by chance in the cafeteria, go on the way after school, etc.
But the atmosphere is still a bit distant and awkward, maybe it's because we all know what will happen today.
Did you drink yesterday? The senior sister asked with a frown slightly
...Yes, yesterday, because something happened at home, I was in a bad mood, so I...
I don't like drinking people, and I don't like some decisions made when others are drunk
Looking at her clear eyes, my heart suddenly calmed down
Senior sister, look into my eyes! I saw her body tremble slightly
I won't drink anymore. I may not be as clear and thorough as Zhiwei, but I know exactly what I want.
I like you Jiang Zhiwei. I have liked you since I first met you
I like you, your temperament, your beauty, your name, your face, your hair, eyes, nose, mouth, every cell of your body, every corner of your soul, I like it all, I want to get it
Oh, it turns out that I just like it, not love it
No, of course I love, Zhiwei... Senior sister, how can you pick words like those boring people...
Puchi! Senior Sister Zhiwei suddenly covered her mouth and laughed. The person who has always been cold is so beautiful when she smiles. I feel that the whole world has been blurred. There is only her in my eyes, only her
Chen Huan, don’t call me senior sister in the future!
I was shocked. Why?
Because you can only call me Zhiwei in the future... After saying that, there was a blush on her pale cheeks, which was so obvious.
I was ecstatic. Zhiwei, have you promised me? You will be my girlfriend in the future? Is this true? Hahaha...
Zhiwei was a little overwhelmed by my smile. I struck while the iron was hot and said: Zhiwei, can I give me a hug to celebrate the day we were together?
Yes~ The sound is slight
I deliberately smiled evilly and walked up to hug Zhiwei's thin and slender body. Her body was a little cold. The touch that came told me was all bones. Such a beautiful person hugged her in my arms, but I didn't have a slight desire. There was only a burst of pain in my heart, and the Buddha's tide was released.
I can only hug her tightly and warm her
Zhiwei, I didn’t have me before, you suffered, I will definitely turn you into a fat and fat person in the future!
Bah, I won’t get fat. I’m... okay now? As she said that, her hands slowly wrapped around my waist and her head was gently buried in my chest. I could feel her body trembling.
No, not good at all, how can my girlfriend have no breasts?
You'll talk nonsense!
Hiss~It hurts, I won't say it anymore...
A severe pain suddenly came from the waist
Zhiwei's hand is really strong, she must have pinched purple now
Ah~ I'm sorry, I'll take a look
Zhiwei lifted up my T-shirt and saw a purple ball around my waist. Her eyes immediately turned red and tears surging like water waves.
Sorry, sorry, Chen Huan, it’s all that my hands are too strong... The cool fingers stroked the skin around my waist, making my soul tremble
It doesn't matter, I like it, even if I die in Zhiwei's hands, I will be happy with it.
Don’t talk nonsense, you are not allowed to talk nonsense in the future!
OK I won’t say it anymore, but Vivi, should you compensate me?
Hum? How to compensate you? After saying that, Zhiwei looked at me with tears in her eyes. The IQ of a woman in love was 0... The ancients really didn't deceive me!
Of course, this is a compensation! I hugged her slender waist and quickly lowered my head to print her bright red lips.
Um~ You... She struggled for a moment but was hugged tighter by me. She wanted to open her mouth but was sucked by me. I gently sucked and licked her hands, and her hands began to gently hit my back, slowly surrounding my waist weakly
I greedily sucked the sweet body fluid from her little mouth, and kept entangled with her fragrant tongue. Zhiwei's face was red and bleeding. I quickly spread my lips so that she could breathe
Cough... Cough... You want to suffocate me to death. As he said that, he hit my back hard and laughed a few times, but I felt so comfortable
You are so nervous that you forget that you still have a nose. It's all because you love me. Zhiwei, I approached her earlobe and said softly.
Tell me, you don’t have narcissism, I’m...
Zhiwei, I'll give it to you, do you like it? I took out the prepared white jade lotus necklace. The beautiful jade is flawless and it is particularly shiny under the light.
Why a lotus?
Because I don't know when the holy lotus began to be stigmatized. In fact, the lotus is still a lotus, but their hearts are polluted, and you are the real lotus that will always be white in my heart.
I'm so slick and tell me why you seem to be very experienced? Well?
Unjustly accused of this, Zhiwei, I swear I was my first love, those words were completely natural and born from the heart, it was all because you were so beautiful that I couldn't help myself
I'm also my first love, but unfortunately I don't have any gifts to give to you...
No, Jiang Zhiwei, remember, you are my best gift, so you can never leave me, we will be together for a lifetime!
OK, it's all my life, we've been entangled for a long time
You are, what are you talking about? Zhiwei
Do you believe in your past lives?
I don't believe it
Then I'll tell you a story, go and sit on the bed and listen
I don't, unless I hold you together~
I'm afraid of you!
I gently hugged the thin girl and listened to her telling about her past lives in her dreams over the years:
I started having a very long dream since I was eight years old. In the dream, I was Meng Po who was guarding the Naihe Bridge.
He's here again this day, it's my third time seeing him
Can I not drink it? He asked
You'll be fine, I'll reply coldly
So he walked away from the Naihe Bridge, he turned around and said: Thank you
I smiled, a little cruel: Why is this nonsense every time
The little girl waiting to take over my position as Meng Po asked me: Why do he remember to find that person every time? Why did he have to do it in his previous life?
I replied with a sneer: He thought that if he didn't drink Mengpo soup, he could keep the memories of his previous life. In fact, once he was reborn, all the memories of his previous life would be lost, and it would be the same whether he could drink or not.
She was even more confused: Then why do you still need to drink Mengpo soup? What is the difference?
You will forget whether you drink or not, but if you don’t drink, the ending will be even worse. This is the punishment for those who violate the destiny in the underworld.
I continued to sneer, they were destined to search for their lives in the sun, but they didn't know what they were looking for until they died, so they decided to not drink, and kept reincarnation in life and death, waiting for the rest of their lives, but they could only wait for the void. This is the punishment of not drinking Mengpo soup.
Poor hope they will be together eventually, the little girl said
So? Do you think she will forgive him? She will definitely not forgive him!
After saying that, I was silent
Mother-in-law, the soup is boiling
Mother-in-law, is that person just now him?
Mother-in-law, why did you treat him like this?
Mother-in-law, why don’t you talk?
……
I don't know how many years have passed, and I suddenly opened my eyes, half lying on the rattan chair, and I said to her: It's him
It's him, I'm waiting for him, I hate him, so I want to watch him reincarnate again and again in front of me, and be tortured again and again and again.
At that time, I was not Meng Po. I called Jiang Lili and I met him in the southwest. At that time, Jiange had already lost to me and him. That year, I was only twelve years old.
My parents died on the battlefield very early
I was brought up by my uncle and aunt
My uncle is very nice to me, but my aunt is not very polite to me
I was very lonely, lonely, and unhappy throughout my youth
At that time, the children of all major sects lived in a teenager of similar age in the southwest. It was easy to form gangs. I did not become a member of any gang. My body and mind were free.
One summer, the houses living in Jiange and Yaowang Valley caught fire inexplicably; the fire was really sudden and strange.
I woke up in the middle of the night. The flames and smoke in front of me were shocked by the violent coughing. I rushed out, but it was too late and the exit was blocked by the fire.
When I woke up, I found myself lying in the arms of a boy, his face was covered in smoke and dust. His arms were very warm. I knew he had saved me.
Now I think about it, this boy is not very good-looking and has the gloomy eyes that are as gloomy as an eagle. Fortunately, he has soft lip lines and a perky nose bridge, which neutralize the gloomy background in his eyes.
The funny thing is that when he saw me awake, the first thing he did was to let go without mercy
I fell to the ground with a thump
I screamed in pain
He looked at me, put on his mask expressionlessly, and left
And, no more looking back
My uncle died in this fire and my nightmare began
When I was very young, I discovered that although Jiange is a sect that practices both sword skills and magic, not all disciples can successfully complete the hard dual cultivation.
Although most disciples have reached the level of enlightenment, some are still just practicing superficial skills.
They only focus on light and agile body language, but their inner thickness and realm are far from enough
Unfortunately, my aunt is such a pretentious and weak half-tone
I live in my aunt's house, often I can't eat enough, and sometimes I wake up hungry in the middle of the night
One day at noon, I only drank a bowl of porridge
I was so hungry that I walked out of the house and dug a diamond corner in a small pond next to Baishuitai.
Then I saw the boy again
He and a group of friends wearing masks were digging water chestnuts, picking shells, and making fish.
A boy dragging his nose made a dirty gesture to me, and he stopped him in time
I met this boy like this and I said I was very hungry. He stuffed a bunch of water chestnuts and lotus pods into my arms, but refused to tell me his name
I finished eating voraciously, and asked the boy who was dragging his nose with a shit outrageous face. His name was probably twelve or twelve years old. He laughed and said that his surname was Zu Zong.
Ancestor, ancestor, I whispered twice, and then I realized that my nose was playing tricks on me
At this time, the boy walked forward and kicked a dog and opened his nose. He said to me loudly: If you are still hungry tomorrow, come here again
The second day, the third day, the fourth day... After that, every day I waited for them by the pond. My teenage time was no longer hungry.
Later, my aunt discovered my secret and she scolded me sternly
Only then did I realize that it was a group of ghost boys
That is the worst and the lowest, a group of people like maggots! My aunt was heartbroken by my self-deprecation and depravity.
However, the next day I jumped out of the window and escaped
The boy has no class consciousness and no hierarchical snobbery in his heart
I just know I'm hungry
I won't be full if I leave these worst and lowest-level maggots
I already knew his name at that time, Jiang Ming
He said to me: My name is Jiang Ming
I have several older brothers and sisters, and many younger brothers and sisters.
They're a bunch of jerks, a bunch of villains
But don't worry, they won't bully you by my side
I believe his words
Jiang Ming did have a kind of ignorance among the chaotic dozens of people. Apart from his tall figure, he always dressed simply and was clean and decent, and his slightly literary speaking habit also distinguished him from others.
There are many old and rough men among the ghost boys. They can make jokes about wild things that are wild and go to bed, tell stories about yellow things that are yellow and go to bed, and scold them for being dirty and go to swearing in their pants.
Jiang Ming never, Jiang Ming is unique because of this
In fact, Jiang Ming did give me a strange sense of security. In a conceivable terrible and chaotic group, he has the guarantee of adequate food and clothing.
That year, I even ate meat
A group of half-aged children hid in the grass and shared big fish and meat of unknown origin
I didn't ask them the origin of these delicacies
In my impression, these ghost boys have some ability, and I was almost knocked out by the delicious enjoyment at that time.
In this way, when a group of monks from Medicine King Valley raided over, these monkey-like ghost boys quickly rushed into the pond and grass, and disappeared in an instant
And I sat on the grass with my mouth full of flesh stuffed, and was caught on the spot.
The consequences of this matter were very serious. After a famous and upright sect, he was morally corrupt and mentally depressed. He was confused with a group of dirty and dirty boys and stole the fish meat from the Medicine King Valley for the New Year. He was feasting on the gluttonous meat.
The Shangshu of Jiange apologized to many people in the Medicine King Valley and said that I would definitely discipline her well. I locked my teeth and didn't ask me to tell me where the boys' nests were, so I was locked in the dark room because of this.
In the middle of the night, I was hungry and cold. A black shadow appeared by the window. I knew it was Jiang Ming; he brought me food. You are loyal enough, thank you. He said to me in the dark.
I want to marry you. I swallowed a chicken leg and suddenly said to him who was curled up on the windowsill, "I want to be your woman and give birth to a son for you."
He fell from the windowsill in fear
I was less than thirteen years old that day
Marrying Jiang Ming became my only ideal at that time
This naturally has a lot of resistance
From the sect, from my aunt, and from the ghost creatures, I have long discovered that the ghost girl named Wu Xiaoluo has looked at me hostilely
I've grown up stumbled in such a bad environment and a chaotic mentality
My aunt no longer cared about me because there were often Jiang Ming and his ham, wild duck, lotus root, etc. placed in the windowsill at home.
My aunt is so happy that she turns a blind eye
The matter between Jiang Ming and me gradually spread more and more in Jiange
Soon, I took the initiative to go to the battlefield and could have a full meal
I miss him all the time, and I try my best to practice killing enemies every day
I'm a girl, but I use the standards of a boy to strictly demand myself
Then there were five years of battlefields. I followed the Shangshen from Jiange to live and die, and won many victories.
I didn't tell anyone why I was so cruel on the battlefield and so afraid of death
I think I am paying off the debt for Jiang Ming. If I show enough dignity on the battlefield, maybe the sect will accept my marriage with Jiang Ming.
I made contributions and went home. My aunt was very happy that I won the respect of the sect for this dilapidated and incomplete family.
After drinking the soup carefully prepared by my aunt, my aunt said to me with a smile: Many people will come to the door to propose marriage soon
I said: I can only marry Jiang Ming
My aunt looked at me and said harshly: Even if I kill you, I won’t let you marry that villain!
And I don't care at all
I've grown up, my wings are getting richer
I have the ability to make decisions about my own affairs
I believe that life is my own, and I should live according to my own wishes, even if it is a life that other people will feel heartbroken when they see it.
Besides, my aunt underestimated me
Actually, I can control myself
The military career has changed and reshaped me to a large extent
I have good living habits, know how to live elegantly and white, know how to say thank you, sorry, you're welcome, I have an innocence, I have a very innocent will
I know that I must work hard and achieve something; I know that Jiang Ming is in the depths of his soul, and he shouldn't be a person living in a ghost environment.
His growing environment constrained and bound him
I am sure that after I get married with him, we will leave that group together, leave everything that is noisy around us, live and work in peace, I am sure!
I also understand Jiang Ming's inferiority complex
I'm really not a good person. When he saw me, he said in a cold voice that there was a hint of sadness in his tone. He curled up, as if he wanted to shrink into his humble shadow
But I don't mind, I really don't mind
Three days later, he gave me a lovesickness parcel
This is the so-called token of love. I think we can start a happy and humble life soon.
The next day, Wu Xiaoluo found me and hadn't seen her for several years. She also became a big girl. She approached me and said straight to the point: Jiang Lili, I hope you don't get close to Jiang Ming anymore.
I asked: What does this have to do with you? What right do you have to say this to me?
Wu Xiaoluo said: Of course I have the power because Jiang Ming and I are the real suitable couple.
I laughed: What a mess, are you crazy about men?
Wu Xiaoluo screamed: You and Jiang Ming are not suitable for you. You are not the same person!
I said: Whether it is suitable or not is my business with him
She said: Do you know why he saved you! You must have never imagined that the fire was actually what he ordered us to release!
My face suddenly pale, my expression was a little dazed, and my heart was so upset that I turned around and left
But Wu Xiaoluo chased me unyieldingly: I can see that you actually love Jiang Ming, he loves you too, but forget it, do you know? The lovesickness handwriting he gave you was stolen, haha, you are not all the people.
At that moment I completely collapsed
Love can be rejected, forgotten, but not disrespectful
My legs trembled and I returned home
I haven't gone out for three days
I just feel my heartache, it hurts so much
Three days later, Jiang Ming had another color in my mind
I used scissors to cut the Acacia Pattaya to pieces
When I saw him again, I threw back the fragments of Acacia Pata to him: Why did you do this? Why did you set fire? Why did you steal other people’s Acacia Pata?
Since you know everything, there is no need for me to hide it anymore
He told me coldly, because I hate these two people from you, our parents would not have died! We would not have lived such a miserable life!
At that moment, I thought I really gave up on him
He burned my uncle to death; he burned so many innocent civilians to death
My miserable fate after that was too unrelated to him
But he could not change his face and look calm, so I turned around and left
The next day, I took the initiative to apply to go to the front line where the war was tight, and I died in a fierce battle.
That's how I lived my whole life, and then I came here to become Meng Po
Mother-in-law, I have a letter to you. The little girl said
What?
I was a messenger, even if I had no recipient or address, even if it was a letter from Yin and Yang, I had to send it. I finally know that the second letter here was written to you.
This letter was handed to me by a middle-aged woman, and it should be Wu Xiaoluo.
When she gave me this letter, she also told the story of the letter
Shortly after I rushed to the front line again, Jiang Ming also went to a foreign land.
He and a few ghost disciples who were willing to follow him settled down by a small lake in the south of the Yangtze River, hid their names, and lived a life of a hard-working and poor fisherman.
Among these people, Wu Xiaoluo is also included
Their lives are as difficult as imaginable, but they are also quiet and endure Wu Xiaoluo feels that Jiang Ming is spending the rest of his life atonement
Soon, twenty years passed and they were all old
So old that I don't even have any memory
Wu Xiaoluo thought Jiang Ming had forgotten everything about Jiang Lili; but Jiang Ming spent twenty years alone, and they were unable to get married in the end.
Wu Xiaoluo figured it out. Although they were in the same group, Jiang Ming would rather be a bachelor than marry her for the rest of his life.
He hates his ghost identity in his heart
Wu Xiaoluo later married Jiang Ming's younger brother Jiang Chuan, even though he was a deaf and mute.
One summer, the weather was very hot. Everyone went to the town to sell fish during the day. When they came back at night, they drank around a small wooden table by the lake pond, and they just bought pork head meat in the market town.
The man was shirtless, drank too much, and fell asleep, so the oil lamp ignited the pile of thatched beside the house and didn't know
Soon, the house next to the pile of thatched piles also burned; everyone was awakened by the burning sound of chopping and peeling.
Everyone was stunned. It was the house they built with hard work like mud.
Just before everyone could react, Jiang Ming suddenly shouted: That little girl Jiang Lili is still inside! As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed straight in
When everyone reacted and dragged him out of the sea of fire, he was burned to death, but he was reluctant to die. His eyes were always looking at the small wooden table by the lake.
Jiang Chuan knew it, and took his shirt under the table. There was a piece of oil paper in his pocket. He opened it, and wrapped it with a piece of lovesickness parcel.
Jiang Ming sobbed: This time it was clean and then he died
Jiang Chuan knew that this was what his brother bought in the town for money selling fish during the day. He exchanged it for his own coolie.
I took the letter she handed over and took out the Acacia Pa for a long time. In her surprised gaze, I threw the Acacia Pa into the stove, and the flames became more and more prosperous...
I saw him again; I walked away, staggering
Mother-in-law, how many lives have you been? Is it four? The little girl asked
I don't want to talk
She said: Mother-in-law, your punishment should be enough. You can forgive him. You can be together.
He is already very old; the wrinkles on his face are deeply engraved with the vicissitudes of a fisherman. He quietly looked at Mengpo soup on the table. After watching for a long time, I stared at him in a daze, and for a long time.
Can you not drink this bowl of soup? I don’t want to forget her, I still want to find her
No, you have to drink, otherwise you can't cross the Naihe Bridge. I handed the bowl over and said to him in a stern voice.
He lifted the soup helplessly and said: Thank you for your trembling hands
No thanks I raised my head, my hands were shaking
He gently stroked the edge of the bowl, moved the bowl to his lips one by one, then opened his mouth and drank it all in one go
The little girl looked at his far away back and asked in surprise: Mother-in-law, why do you do this?
For each other to suffer less
People like Jiang Ming and I always have to face a huge back in their lives. No matter how we linger, we cannot face our love.
I smiled and said, so no matter which path I take in this life, I and him are destined to be unable to walk with each other.
Naihe Bridge, I raised the Mengpo soup I cooked with one hand, and drank it all and I will enter the cycle of reincarnation again. His sin has been cleared, but my sin has not been cleared yet
My previous life was a dream, and I was asked to repay my sins in the next life. This is my only long-cherished wish.
After a long silence, I asked, "I am Jiang Ming, right?"
Yes, I thought it was that person before, after all, their names are the same. Until today, you asked me to look at your eyes, I knew that Jiang Ming was you. Do you know? There is a human soul hidden in your eyes.
You may not remember that 10 years ago, my father was killed and went to jail; our house was taken away, and my mother and I could only wander on the streets, begging for a living. Once we were so hungry that we were fainted. A mother and son passed by us. The little boy thought I was pitiful, so he gave us all his pocket money. My mother and I ate and ran away, and had the strength to work, and finally did not starve to death on the street.
That little boy is you. I recognized you the first time I met you, but you have forgotten me, so I owe you all the past and present.
What I never believe in the past and present life. You are you, my Jiang Zhiwei. Your destiny is only in yourself. There is nothing to owe between us. I believe that you are with me not to repay kindness, but to really like me ten years ago. I saved you because God couldn't bear to see me single all my life, so you are here to save me, a single dog. So this is the destiny of marriage. There is nothing to owe, haha! I hope that pale words can relieve your little sorrow, and I will not let your life go so badly again.
Don't worry, I am Jiang Zhiwei, my decision is just because of my heart. I promise you, just because I love you. These stories are not our burden, but my determination to love you more firmly
Chen Huan, hug me tightly!
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