Grudge Breaker

- After bowing to heaven and earth, he followed her into the wedding room. Before Song Weichen could even sit on the hot bath, he was taken away by the servants sent by the eldest wife of the uncle Guo, and was pushed and thrown into the attic in the backyard. The reason was that according to the According to the family rules of the uncle's house, she was treated as a head wife and entered the house as a concubine to seek a wife and take advantage of her power. This was a crime of disobedience and deserved death with a cane. But considering that this was her first offender, and she was born in a brothel, she had never seen the world and didn't know the rules, so she was punished according to family rules - a one-month grounding.

Nani? Being taken away on your wedding night and grounded for a month? Normally, how could Uncle Guo, that old pervert, endure it? Song Weichen rolled his eyes. He guessed that Uncle Guo had benefited a lot from his wife's family's influence and was afraid of it. Moreover, looking at the eldest lady's style, she was a tiger wife. , even the uncle of the country cannot afford to offend him. She looked at Sang Pu and sighed, this girl might be in trouble in the future...

Strangely enough, a rare smile appeared on Sang Pu's face at this moment, and he said a blessing to the servant who pushed her in, "Sang Pu had carefully studied the family rules before entering the house, and her behavior today is so offensive and transgressive. You should accept the punishment willingly, thank your wife for me, and sincerely wish her happiness."

The servants were startled when they heard this and thought she was sarcastic. They locked the door with cold faces and left. But it wasn't until the person left for a long time that the smile on Sang Pu's face didn't fade away as he looked at the closed door, that Song Weichen had to suspect that all of this was planned by her in advance.

She looked peaceful and comfortable at the moment, many times more comfortable than she was in the wedding room - but it was clear that the attic was cramped and shabby, and even a petite woman like Sang Pu couldn't stand upright at the narrowest point. What on earth was she happy about?
Song Weichen vaguely felt that something was wrong. What was going on with Sang Pu? Why did he seem to be seeking abuse by marrying into his uncle's house? .
Just then, the door rustled, and Song Weichen noticed that the lower edge of the attic door was a movable wooden board with a lock on it that could be opened from the outside. The space was just enough for someone to pass in. The food tray turned out to be an opening specifically used to pick up and deliver food. Then there was a rustle, and the lock was locked from the outside again.

Song Weichen looked at the food on the tray carefully. He didn't treat Sang Pu badly. There were vegetables, meat, water and wine, but he didn't have freedom.

Sang Pu walked over and picked up the two bottles of wine on the tray. The rest of the things were completely untouched. However, she looked at the tray and thought for a while, then used chopsticks to mess up the food. She also poured some water on the ground. It looked like It's like eating it before. She returned to the seat at the back of the loft and sat down, opened one of the bottles of wine and began to sip it. She was not used to it at first taste, and she choked and coughed violently after just one sip, but she had no intention of stopping.

Wait, Song Weichen remembered that Sang Pu in the previous dream hated drinking. She shook her head. This time the dream was so weird and all messed up. Where is Mo Tingfeng? That Mo Tingfeng who always comes to find Sang Pu, where has he gone? Does he know that Sang Pu is being held here, or is he the initiator of trapping her here?

Seeing that Sang Pu had finished drinking a bottle, she felt dizzy and lay on the ground with an expression that seemed to be smiling or crying. She still didn't say a word and kept making gestures with one hand. Song Weichen took a long time to recognize it. It's a throwing gesture. She is throwing a pot.

I wonder if she hit the pot in the empty imagination. What is written on the paper card in the pot? Who will lead her to realize it? Why did she look so sad and a little happy at the same time? If he hadn't seen her many times in his dreams, Song Weichen might have thought Sang Pu was crazy.

After a while, she stumbled to stand up, picked up the second bottle of wine and opened it. Then she held the wine bottle in one hand and pulled off the wedding hairpin on her head with the other. She let her hair down like that, drinking and holding the wedding hairpin. The hairpin carved a kite on the wall very slowly.

When someone came again in the afternoon, they still opened the movable wooden board under the door without saying a word, took away the tray, and brought in a new set of food and wine. Sang Pu just stumbled over and took away two bottles of wine.

Just like that, one day passed, and there were four empty bottles and a drunk Sang Pu on the ground, and there was a kite on the wall.
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Sang Pu has never spoken since he was imprisoned here. Every day seems to be a repeat of the past day. The only difference is that there are gradually more kites on the wall. Song Weichen counts them, and there are eleven, which means After locking them up for eleven days, Song Weichen felt that he was going to be bored to death.

The only thing she was glad about was that she had no five senses in the dream, which of course included the sense of smell, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to stay there for a second. She couldn't imagine how unpleasant this almost closed room, mixed with alcohol and vomit, must be. . Sang Pu drank forty-four bottles of wine in eleven days, and did not drink the rest. At this moment, she was sitting on the corner of the bed with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes. Her whole body was very thin, and her eye sockets and cheeks were deeply sunken. She was originally The thin man now looked completely out of shape, without any trace of his former color.

If she were seen by outsiders now, no one would believe that she was actually Yi Ji Sangpu, who was famous in the capital for her talent and beauty.

On the thirteenth day, Sang Pu began to vomit blood, probably because only alcohol entered his stomach every day, which completely burned the stomach wall and esophagus. At first it was just a small amount, then more and more, puddle after puddle, sometimes mixed with the alcohol that had just been drunk and just spurted out.

She was definitely in pain, so she pressed her hands against her stomach almost all the time. Her whole body looked haggard, with only one pair of eyes glowing, as if she was striding forward towards some victory plan.

No matter how dull Song Weichen was, she understood at this moment that Sang Pu wanted to die. Since he was determined to die, there were many efficient ways even in such a closed space. After all, long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain. But she chose to seek death in a way that was as long as Lingchi's torture. What kind of motivation and belief supported this, Song Weichen didn't know, but she felt sorry for her.

Unless she promised someone not to ask for death, or her move was to protect someone from being implicated in her death, Song Weichen really couldn't figure out why she tortured herself like this.

At this moment, Song Weichen no longer wanted to leave here. She knew that Sang Pu's time was running out, and she wanted to accompany her on the last journey.
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The kites on the wall stayed on the eighteenth day. The ones in the front are more delicate, but the ones in the back are barely carved, with only a faint outline. However, Sang Pu did not leave on the eighteenth day, but on the nineteenth.

On the last day, she seemed to be in better condition than the previous few days. When getting the wine, she didn't crawl over, but walked over by herself, clutching her stomach. Song Weichen knew for the first time that the return of light really existed.

Sang Pu took the wine and took a serious look at the room she was in for the first time. Following her gaze, Song Weichen saw that the mottled blood in the room almost extended from the bed to most of the ground, with dark red dried puddles. It was shocking to watch.

A strange smile appeared on Sang Pu's lips. While drinking, she slowly walked to the wall with kites carved on it, and tremblingly reached out to touch the kites carved on the wall.

She drank all the wine in her hand, threw the bottle on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice the only and last sentence in the past nineteen days:

fly.