Farmer's wife: Xianggong, if you are sick

Chapter 141 The Woman by the Lake

Song Yaomei wiped her tears, still crying, "I'm not afraid, but you dare not take me there!"

As he spoke, he directly took the basket under the bed with one hand, and dragged Li Sanlang with the other.

Li Sanlang smiled inaudibly at the corner of his mouth, then withdrew the smile on his face, and followed Song Yaomei's pace.

Song Yaomei was very careful when she went out, because she was afraid that Mrs. Li would be worried, so when she walked to the gate, she secretly looked outside.

Fortunately, Li's figure was reflected on the window of the woodshed, and Song Yaomei hurriedly dragged Li Sanlang out of the yard.

After leaving the courtyard gate, he ran a long distance before panting heavily and smiling.

Song Yaomei laughed, and Li Sanlang also laughed.

Song Yaomei immediately put on a straight face, "What are you laughing at?"

This man is really incomprehensible, he is sad for a while, and laughs heartlessly for a while.

Could it be that there is an ulterior secret hidden behind this man?
Just when she wanted to see the true meaning on Li Sanlang's face through the moonlight, Li Sanlang returned to sadness and indifference.

Song Yaomei had no choice but to attribute the behavior just now to the fact that it took too long, Li Sanlang just let go of the pain.

Besides, it was really worth laughing just now.

Song Yaomei also had a stern face, and walked side by side with Li Sanlang, but she didn't hold his hand anymore.

She handed the basket to Li Sanlang, and put her hands behind her back, thinking that she would never let this disaster come easy.

But after walking for a quarter of an hour, Li Sanlang still didn't intend to hold her hand, and she felt a little annoyed.

She admitted that sometimes she couldn't guess what was going on in her mind, so she simply put her hands down and walked with him.

But within two steps, her little hand was grabbed by Li Sanlang's big hand, and Song Yaomei pouted, "You!"

Li Sanlang said with a serious expression: "Sister Yao, we are here!"

After saying this, Song Yaomei obviously felt that Li Sanlang was holding her hand tightly.

Looking from a distance, there is a statue made of white stone not far ahead.

Vaguely looks like a woman.

After walking a few more steps, he finally arrived in front of the stone statue.

This stone statue is very tall, Song Yaomei looked up from its bottom, from skirt to waist to shoulders, when she finally saw the face of this stone statue, she was shocked.

Li Sanlang's don't look was also drowned in his throat.

He knew that such a woman who dared to enter Buried Soul Mountain to beg for a living would not be afraid of anything, but he was still a little worried, and kept his arms around her.

Song Yaomei was so scared that she took several steps back. What did she see just now?
Why does this woman look like a fish?

It has the eyes of the fish, the mouth of the fish, and the gills of the fish.

When she looked up at the face of the stone statue again, Song Yaomei was already mentally prepared.

But no matter how many times she blinked, the woman still looked like a fish face.

Looking back at Li Sanlang, seeing that his expression was normal, he let go of his thoughts.

The woman wore a fairy bun and was wearing a fairy-like dress. She just stood there. She was estimated to be two meters tall, and there was a stone seat underneath.

There are two earrings on the earlobe, and the earrings are also carved out of stone.

It has to be said that this carving is exquisite, and even the details are clearly depicted. From a distance, it looks like a real person.

It's just that the face is really scary.

Li Sanlang said slowly: "Are you afraid? Will you be frightened?"

No wonder Li Sanlang wanted to sneak over here, he was still afraid that she would be frightened.

To be honest, the location of this stone statue is very special. If ordinary people don't look for it seriously, they really can't find it.

This stone statue faces the Burying Soul Lake and faces the Burying Soul Mountain.

Maybe the position she is in is the one closest to the lake and the mountain.

Because the moonlight was very dark, she really couldn't see the woman's eyes clearly.

A superb sculptor can often endow his works with emotion.

The place where this feeling can be most manifested is the eyes.

She wondered what was the look in the statue's eyes.

Is it sadness, or indifference, or the compassion of saving all living beings.

There are many piles of black ash under the base of the stone statue. It seems that someone has come to pay homage.

And not just a few people, but a bunch of people.

Thinking back to the memorial tablet of Ji Rumei, the famous village general of Songjiazhuang, enshrining in the Songjia ancestral hall, one can also think of the origin of this phenomenon.

"Give me the things!" Song Yaomei stretched out a hand, ready to take the things from Li Sanlang's hand, and pay homage to Ji Rumei.

To be honest, she is now taking up Ji Rumei's identity, raising her children, being spoiled by her husband, spoiled by Mrs. Li, but she lives alone by this lonely lake, facing a mysterious house all day long. mountain view.

It's really pitiful when I think about it, I'm afraid it's because of too much mental pressure and suffering from postpartum depression that I threw myself into the river.

Song Yaomei laid out the contents of the basket one by one, and imitated the way of the ancients, offering incense and burning paper money to the dead.

When the paper money was burning, it gave off a flame, and when Song Yaomei looked up again, she saw Ji Rumei's indifferent eyes.

How much unwillingness must this woman have in her heart to be like this?
She said silently in her heart: "If you really have a spirit in the sky, I hope you can bless your children to grow up healthy and healthy, and bless them to be happy and worry-free like angels. I won't let you down, I will Good for your child."

I don't know if it's the effect of my heart, or if Ji Rumei really appeared, the moon in the sky suddenly became much brighter.

At least the way back will not be so slow, "Thank you!" she thought in her heart.

Li Sanlang also squatted down, took the ghost paper and set it on fire.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Again, Li Sanlang's ability to hide his thoughts is good. If she hadn't happened to find out about it today, he probably wouldn't have said it.

What a speechless man.

"You didn't ask me!"

Still that sentence, Song Yaomei knew it would be this sentence.

"Then what else do you have that I don't know, tell me all about it! Don't be afraid of this matter, and don't be afraid of things that won't be kept in place in the future."

This time, Li Sanlang needs to clear his mind well. This should be reported, and it should be reported.

Li Sanlang took a stack of ghost paper from the side and set it on fire, but he didn't let it go, and he didn't answer Song Yaomei's question immediately.

It wasn't until the burnt paper was almost finished that it burned his hands and burned his fingers black, did he react and immediately throw away the things in his hands.

Song Yaomei took his hand distressedly, looked at the fingers that had been burned black, and blew, "Does it hurt? If you don't want to say it, forget it."

This trick depends on what Li Sanlang does.

Li Sanlang looked into Song Yaomei's eyes, "Miss, if I have some unavoidable reason to deceive you in the future, will you forgive me?"

A last resort?

Song Yaomei was wondering what the last resort was.If it's harmless, if it's really a last resort or in the name of loving you, maybe he will be let go.

(End of this chapter)