Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 978
Xiao Shuhua went completely crazy on the day Mu Shiyan died.

At first she just shrank in the mansion, holding a small cushion that Mu Shiyan used when she was young, giggling and calling "Yan'er" all day long, and then gradually changed to holding a kite made of paper and running on the street , looking for her daughter everywhere.

She seemed to have forgotten the news of Mu Shiyan's death, and she only wanted to find her Yan'er.

For fear of losing the face of the Xiao Mansion, the servants were willing to go out to look for her at the beginning, so as to comfort her and bring her back to the mansion; but she sneaked out too many times, and gradually, the servants began to I don't want to take care of her anymore.

Later, there was an old steward in the mansion who really couldn't bear to watch her, and took her to see Mu Shiyan's graveyard from a distance when she was not so crazy. Now, Mo Shuyuan and Mo Shuyuan were buried on a hillside outside Beijing by the emperor's decree, with the etiquette of an ordinary prince——after returning, Xiao Shuhua seemed even crazier than before.

"Since she wants to go crazy, let her go crazy. The face of the Xiao family has been completely lost by the mess she caused a few years ago."

Xiao Yuande, who became the Patriarch of the Xiao family, said so, and the servants really ignored her from now on, so the people in the capital knew that there was a luxuriously dressed but scruffy lunatic in the city, and they said they wanted to find her all day long. daughter.

"Yan'er, Yan'er, where did you go, Yan'er?"

"Mother repaired the windmill that your sister made for you, and found the wooden sword that your uncle gave you... Mother will never care about you raising rabbits, and will never force you to learn poetry and books... ..."

"Yan'er, Yan'er, mother knows she's wrong, don't fight with mother, go back to mother's side, okay?"

The crazy Xiao Shuhua looked infatuated, and her gorgeous clothes were already worn to tatters.

In one hand she held a chopsticks and a windmill made of old rice paper, and in the other a rough wooden sword carved out of tree branches.

Her delicate and ruddy hands in the past, which were not stained with sun water, are now covered with chilblains and chapped bloody mouths, and her long hair, which she has always cherished the most, is now a mess like a chicken coop .

"Yan'er, Yan'er, my daughter, have you seen my daughter, have you seen my Yan'er?"

Xiao Shuhua was stuck in the middle of the street like a nail, her eyes were empty and dazed, her face was full of confusion, and she kept asking the passing crowd.

The flow of people on Shangyuan Street has always been like water, and in the flow of people like water, finally a woman couldn't help feeling a little compassion.

"Sister, how old is your daughter?" The woman holding the child stopped and looked at her cautiously, but Xiao Shuhua's eyes became more and more blank upon hearing this.

"When I first gave birth to her, she was about this age." Xiao Shuhua stretched out her hand to gesture the size of the baby, and then frowned heavily, "But that was many years ago...she should be 15 years old now, It should be this big."

"No, no, she's not 15 years old, she's six years old this year, and grows to my waist... No, no, it's not right, she was only six years old 18 years ago, so how old is she this year? 20 years old, 24 years old?"

"24... What does 24-year-old Yan'er look like?"

Xiao Shuhua was at a loss: "I, I don't know——"

"I haven't seen the 24-year-old Yan'er, Yan'er, my daughter, where is my daughter?"

"Have you seen my daughter?" Xiao Shuhua went crazy again after muttering, and the woman finally lost her patience after seeing this.

She lowered her head and spat "lunatic" with an ugly expression, and then plunged into the crowd again without looking back.

As a result, only Xiao Shuhua was left in the middle of the road, and she was the only one left stumbling to find her Yan'er.

She couldn't remember how many days she hadn't been back to Xiao's mansion this time, she just wanted to find her daughter who was abandoned by her before like a demon.

"Mother really knew I was wrong..." She murmured, ignoring the mocking or pity eyes around her.

When passing the stone bridge, a passerby accidentally stepped on the embroidered shoes on her feet, and the fine stones cut the soles of her feet, leaving a string of red footprints on the bridge.

She really can't seem to find her daughter.

Tired of walking, Xiao Shuhua slowly retracted herself into the corner, and subconsciously hugged the little cushion hidden in her arms.

It was snowing again at night, she stared blankly at the small open space in front of her, and suddenly remembered that when she left the small courtyard of the clan's mansion that day, it was also in such a snowy day.

"That's right... Yan'er said a long time ago that she will never see me again." Xiao Shuhua laughed smugly, hot tears slipped across her skin, and entered into the creases on her face.

The pain like a knife piercing needles snaked from the side of her face and penetrated into the soles of her feet. This moment of sobriety instantly dragged her into eternal purgatory.

No wonder she couldn't find her, no wonder she couldn't find her anywhere.

Xiao Shuhua laughed uncontrollably, the laughter was hoarse and shrill, like a wounded wild cat at the end of the alley.

She held onto the little cushion, and let the wind and snow blow away her vitality. When the sun was bright the next day, some pedestrians cleared the snow and found the woman who had been frozen into an ice sculpture in the corner.

"Have you heard? The lunatic who has been looking for her daughter on the street is dead."

"Dead, in the corner, said to be frozen to death."

"I heard from the person who swept the snow in the morning that she was still hugging that little dirty mat before she died."

　Originally, I wanted to write Xiao Shuhua and Xiao Hongze's episodes together, but Xiao Shuhua wrote a thousand and five at once...

　　Xiao Hongze was about 1000 characters long, and if they couldn't fit together, they were separated. Anyway, don't pay too much attention to the side story.

　　Happy Saturday!
　　In addition, the new book "Qin Soul" has been signed. Babies who are interested in Shan Hai Jing monsters and guqin culture should read it!You can vote for that one if you have a vote! (Collect the table to grind and rob) A short essay, about 20 words, very fast!

　　Attached brief introduction:
　　In the first 26 years of her life, Lan Xuesheng was always a staunch materialist.

　　Until that smoky midsummer July, the girl carrying the violin case opened the door and stepped into the small shop.

　　She stepped on the four-eyed monster bird and patted the violin case with a smile.

　　"This is the bird of Lingqiu Mountain."

　　"And I was the first piano made by Fuxi back then."

　　Therefore, Lan Xuesheng has since switched to Idealism.

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　　The strings are broken and the song can't be sung in the end, and there are still ancient sounds in the box.

　　Jun asked the heart of the Qin to cast the soul of the Qin, and I comforted the heart of the Qin with the soul of the Qin.

　　I will hang up the portal and check it later. If you send it, you can poke it from the author's homepage. The new book seedlings need to be taken care of, and please support me. QAQ
　　
　
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