Poverty is just doing justice for the sky

Chapter 15
In my mother's memory, there is only a distorted face of resentment, endless beatings and scolding, and the needles that would fall on her at any time before she passed away.

Mother loves father very much, she loves him so much that she is willing to grovel to curry favor and redeem him, she bows her head time and time again, and even presents it to the Ye family.

And he completely gave up on his father's cruelty and ruthlessness. After love turned into hatred, he even hated his daughter who was half of his blood.

At that time, she was only three years old, so she didn't understand love, she only understood that her mother didn't seem to love her.

Later, when she was enduring the poisonous bone erosion, she looked back and confirmed that her mother really didn't love her.

So during his lifetime, he always beat her, complaining that she is not a son, not as cheerful as a concubine's daughter, and loves to laugh.

Therefore, he never planned for her at all. He loved her and passed away when he hated her. He never thought about how her daughter should live surrounded by wolves.

Compared with her father, she might as well have nothing.

According to the old man in the house, the father talked sweetly to the mother a lot at the beginning, and even her name was a love word from the father to show his love to the mother.

Jian Jia Cang Cang, white dew is frost.

Pour frost, fall in love with white dew, condense into frost.

How ridiculous, just as ridiculous as the Albizia juliensis in the garden.

She had never seen such loving parents, and she couldn't imagine whether there was a real relationship between them, and how deep the relationship was.

Anyway, my father has only hatred for himself, and he can't wait to get rid of it quickly.

In his eyes, there has always been only a daughter under the name of his stepmother.The moment when he is most attentive to himself is probably when he is planning to murder her.

She had a question since she was a child, since her mother hated her so much, why didn't she kill her early?
Just like my father, if you hate him, you will kill him, and if you are afraid of tarnishing your reputation, you will kill him with a knife. Anyway, it is better to cut the mess quickly than to delay.

If the mother can be so decisive, she doesn't have to suffer for more than ten years, doesn't have to grow up, and doesn't have to face this not-so-good world.

As for her fiancé, she was just the executioner chosen by her father to kill her.

His carefully camouflaged gentleness and thoughtfulness are like maggots under the flowers, making people disgusting, his ambition is clearly hanging on his face, and his acting skills are unsightly. I really don't understand how anyone would believe him and praise him so well.

She cooperated with the crowd to perform, pretending to be infatuated with him, and then took him to walk in front of Fleur intentionally or unintentionally. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell which of the two daughters was favored.

How could an ambitious person be willing to just be a knife? What he wanted was no different from what his father wanted when he was young.

And Fleur always loves to snatch her things the most, and she can foresee the scene where the two hit it off.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for them to hide their secrets. What's ridiculous is that Fleur had the face to come to her with both bodies, forcing her to give up a disgusting man.

Is it because she doesn't want to be fulfilled?No, involuntarily.

How could she want something as disgusting as her father.

This world is so dirty, she doesn't want it either.

It's nothing more than reincarnation.

What is the need?
When she finally died, it was not so much that the world abandoned her as that she abandoned the world.

The reincarnation of life after life and all unknown possibilities are discarded together.

When I was alive, I once thought that if there is an afterlife, I will be an ignorant stone, which will not hurt, grow up, and have no heart.

She didn't realize until she was really dead that she didn't want to reincarnate at all.

Those days without hobbies and bright days didn't attract her at all, she didn't even understand why she had to live, what's the point of living?
So call it a day.

And what she has to do is to wait for the day when the ashes will be wiped out.

When she was bored, she made some moonlight water to prolong the flowering period and decorate the garden. Later, the flowers, plants and trees gave birth to flower spirits, and she raised them.

If there is anything related to her in the world, probably only these flower spirits are left.

But they are not living beings, they are just a sense of detection, but she did not protect them well.

The courtyard is full of flower spirits, and even one elf is astigmatized before it can be cultivated.

Now, I am alone again.

Under the moonlight, her eyes were scattered but not focused, she was invisible, sitting still like a sculpture, covered with a layer of soft white light.

It seems like he is thinking about nothing, and he seems to be thinking about everything, so that he can often stay overnight in a daze.

The stream flows up.

The Qijian Waterfall leaks down from the higher peaks and gathers in one place to form a cold pool, which overflows into a stream.

Surrounded by green trees in all directions, it is deep and sad.Literati and poets love to come here to recite poems and recite poems, so they named it Qilongtan.

Bai Ze withdrew the barrier, one man and one beast showed their figures, half of them were soaked.

"Stand in the middle, the hair on the neck cannot be washed." Lin Yuan instructed Bai Ze to move his position.

"Why are there so many things, go wash your clothes." Bai Ze complained, but moved his body very cooperatively, letting the spring water wash the blood on the white hair.

Seeing that it was washed clean, Lin Yuan jumped into the cold pool and disappeared, not knowing how to do it, and had already changed clothes when he reappeared.

This time it was a smoky ink-colored brocade suit, which stuck to her body with wetness, outlining a lean and strong waist.

He jumped out of the pool, holding the yellow talisman between his fingers, the warm light shone brightly, and the water droplets on his body turned into mist and dispersed.

The silky silk hangs down, dry as ever.The cuffs and neckline have dark cloud patterns, which make him white and elegant, calm and elegant.

But Bai Ze rolled his eyes: "There's no one else, the elders have to hide and change their clothes, who wants to peek at you."

"Since there is no one, why did you set up the barrier just now?" Lin Yuan lowered his head and straightened his robe.

"No one, there are ghosts." Bai Ze deliberately walked to Lin Yuan's side to shake the water: "We are talking about confidentiality, and you don't want to be heard."

As if he had expected it long ago, with a twist of his wrist, an invisible wall of air blocked all the water droplets thrown over out of thin air.

"Lonely ghost, so what if you hear it." He didn't take it seriously.

It is true that most of the solitary ghosts are remnant souls without root and source. After wandering for a long time, their consciousness is blurred and they will not understand.

What's more, Bai Ze possesses auspicious spirit, heaven restrains evil spirits, lonely souls and wild ghosts dare not approach them at all.

"No wow, there is a little ghost king-level wandering soul three miles away, he has some skills, and it's delicious."

"Dog nose." Lin Yuan laughed when he heard the words, but stopped halfway through the laugh as if he suddenly remembered something: "You just said, a wandering soul at the level of the little ghost king?"

"Yes." Bai Ze shook his hair nonchalantly, preferring natural drying to the quick-drying water burning charm.

After all, the water-burning talisman burns too thoroughly, and its hair tends to dry out and fall off, which is not as comfortable as the natural dry oily and slippery.

"What kind of incense?" Lin Yuan asked.

"Just the fragrance of flowers. I can't tell what kind of flowers it is, but it smells nice anyway."

"Lead the way, let's meet her."

　Dear children, you must be careful in choosing people. It is recommended to read and recite "Mang" thoroughly.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)