don't give a shit

☆, (seven)

In the blink of an eye, another three months passed.

The end of winter, the beginning of spring.

In the vast snow, the dead trees in the atrium tremblingly spit out a little green shoots.

Zhang Liuniang stood under the blue and black eaves, holding a delicate porcelain-colored tea bowl in her hand, looking at the dead tree with unfathomable eyes, wondering what she was thinking.

The girl next to him recognized that it was the teacup used by Li Sanshao, and she couldn't bear it: "Miss Sanshao..."

Zhang Liuniang suddenly came back to her senses, raised her eyelashes lifelessly, lowered her eyes again, rubbed the edge of the tea bowl with her fingers, and asked softly just now: "I heard that he died on Aunt Cui's body."

This has almost become a word that must be said every day, and the girl answered quickly: "Yes." After a pause, she couldn't help but comfort her, "It's not like you don't know about the third young master's body, Aunt Cui is so pestering." Something will happen to him... In the final analysis, the third young master can't control himself..."

Before she finished speaking, she quickly lowered her head, as if she was regretting what she said about her master.

Zhang Liuniang didn't notice her strangeness at all, rubbed her fingers against the edge of the tea bowl, and said in an inaudible voice: "In this case, he deserves to die."

The girl dared not answer this time.

She murmured in her heart, this third young lady is really weird, since the third young master died, she talked like this every day, maybe she is not far from going crazy.

But she felt pity for him a little bit, because the third young master's death was too ugly.

According to the daughter-in-law who was serving Aunt Cui, the third young master himself was exhausted, and his old illness relapsed during sex, and he died suddenly on Aunt Cui.

As soon as the news came out, two people in the Li family went crazy.

One is Aunt Cui who was frightened into a fool, and the other is Liu Shi who loves her son like her life.

On the contrary, the wife of the third young master, who was deeply affectionate with the third young master during her lifetime, was very calm and orderly ordered the girls and servants to move the third young master's body to be cremated.

It can be said that without the third young lady, the third young master would not be able to "join the clan and return to the ancestors" so quickly.

Although the daughter-in-law and mother-in-law thought he was cold-blooded and ruthless in private, when they saw him in person, they would still call him "Third Young Madam" respectfully.

The girl also thought he was cold-blooded at first—how could one of his officials start to arrange funerals without shedding a single tear?

But as the days went by, one day, she suddenly woke up.

The madness that can be put on the bright side, such as Liu's, such as Aunt Cui, are all manifestations of madness, like Zhang Liuniang who does not show the mountains and dews, and his expression does not change at all, it is the real terminal illness.

After figuring this out, the girl sighed softly, feeling more and more sympathetic to him.

The sun moved steadily and motionlessly amidst the silent mourning of this family.

Another year of spring arrives.

The snow will stop.

The vast snow color of the courtyard melts gradually under the increasingly thick golden color.

Winter is gone.

The girl walked briskly towards the atrium, saw Zhang Liuniang trying to grab the snow on the ground, she couldn't help clapping his hand reproachfully: "It's not like the deep winter now, the snow on the ground is very dirty."

Zhang Liuniang was taken aback, retracted her hand, and smiled at her shyly and softly.

The girl saw that he hadn't combed a bun, and his soft and shiny black hair was scattered on his shoulders, reflecting his extremely white complexion, his eyebrows and eyes were black, and he was so beautiful for a moment that he couldn't help but blushed, and asked stiffly: " Where is the daughter-in-law who combed your bun?"

Zhang Liuniang shook her head desolately, and said in a low voice, "She didn't come."

This is also a common occurrence.The girl reprimanded a few times as a matter of routine, untied her hair rope, and said: "I'll comb it for the third young lady—but I don't have any other accessories here, only a hemp rope, the third young lady don't want to dislike it." .”

Zhang Liuniang's eyes became blank again, and after a long while, she said softly, "He used to like to comb my hair too."

The girl often came to take care of Zhang Liuniang secretly, and heard too many similar words. At first, she was a little moved, but in the end she just became numb, and nodded indifferently: "The third young master and the third young wife are deeply in love, so we can save it."

Zhang Liuniang said in a low voice, "But he's dead..."

The girl said anxiously: "Liu Niangzi, don't move! You're going to be tied crooked!"

Zhang Liuniang turned her head suddenly, grabbed her hand, and said in a deep voice, "How did he die..."

The girl was annoyed and said: "Those old women gossip in your ears every day, don't you know? He died on Aunt Cui's body—look! It's really crooked!"

She lowered her head, held up Zhang Liuniang's hair angrily, and was about to tie it again, but she suddenly met Zhang Liuniang face to face.

For a moment, she was almost possessed by the dead third young master, and she thought blankly, her sixth wife is so beautiful.

How can there be such a good-looking person... In the boundless and endless beauty, there is a little handsomeness that is not revealed.

——No, handsome?

She opened her eyes wide and stared at Zhang Liuniang for a while, and realized that it wasn't her own dazzle, but that the other party was really handsome.

Clear outline, straight nose bridge, dark eyes... He was more handsome than any man she had ever seen.

The girl was horrified, she involuntarily loosened her hand, and the hemp rope fell lightly to the ground.

And she didn't pay attention, and was hugged by Zhang Liuniang.

The girl couldn't see his expression, but could only hear his low voice, which was very calm: "—he didn't die from a relapse."

She was surprised in her heart, and struggled subconsciously: "Liu Niangzi! Let go of me first... What did you just say?"

Zhang Liuniang turned her head and stared at her deeply, her tone was very calm: "He didn't die from a relapse."

The girl gradually stopped struggling, and said in a daze: "The third young master is...?"

Zhang Liuniang actually smiled, and said in a low voice: "Do you still remember the cup of ginseng tea that Madam asked you to give?"

The girl said: "Remember..."

After all, she paused as if biting her tongue, and looked at him incredulously, the bad premonition in her heart became stronger and stronger.

Zhang Liuniang glanced at her and said lightly, "I put aphrodisiacs in it."

The girl suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, sweating all over her head, and said: "I think it's just aphrodisiac/medicine... Liu Niangzi said it so solemnly, I thought it was poison."

Zhang Liuniang smiled very lonely, let go of the girl, and walked to the courtyard step by step with a dignified description. She lowered her body and shook hands with Xue: "He is not in good health. become poison."

He looked back at the girl: "I've been in the same room with him for half a year, so I understand this."

The girl opened her mouth wide, unable to speak.

Zhang Liuniang spread his hands, and the snow fell from his fingers like fine salt, and his tone was very calm: "So, when I knew he died, I was not surprised." His expression was gentle and lonely, "—he was me. Killed."

After a long while, the girl managed to force out her voice: "But——"

But what good does it do you?

Zhang Liuniang said: "No but." He sighed softly, "I can't see him taking a concubine."

The girl finally found room to refute, and hurriedly said: "That concubine is borrowed!"

Zhang Liuniang looked back at her, his eyes seemed to hide a cold and horrified fire, and he said, "I don't even allow borrowing."

The girl couldn't answer anymore, she could only cover her mouth with great effort, her body trembling in surprise.

Zhang Liuniang smiled meaningfully at her, her eyes seemed to fall on her, and seemed to fall on a further place.

Before she could understand the meaning of the smile, she only heard a "bang", as if something heavy hit the ground, the girl suddenly woke up from the deep shock, and ran to check in a panic, and saw a , Mrs. Liu lay paralyzed on the curved corridor.

She raised her fingers tremblingly and tested Liu Shi's nose. She was frightened out of her wits and exclaimed at the top of her voice, "Come on! Come on! Ma'am is out of breath—"

In the midst of war and chaos, Zhang Liuniang put down the corner of her mouth that had been raised all the time, and grabbed another handful of snow and put it in her palm to play with.His brows are still lonely, but the horror in his eyes is hidden.

He thought he had finally avenged him.

He was a filial son before his death, and he didn't dare to disobey his parents' words, but he was just ordered to "not act", and there was only so much he could do for him.

After a cup of tea, the greasy white snow melted between his fingers, turning into a puddle of foul water with a foul smell.

Zhang Liuniang raised her hand, put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed lightly.

As if answering that sentence.

After the snow melts, only dirt remains.

——"Not Juzi"·End——

The author has something to say: the last chapter was written for two days, it was too difficult to write.

Discussed with friends, discussed the following hidden endings:

Ending [-]: As the girl thought, Zhang Liuniang was completely insane. All this was imagined by her. He was looking for a reason for Li Sanshao's death.

Ending [-]: The spring/medicine was given by Mrs. Liu, and Zhang Liuniang specifically told Mrs. Liu to listen to it, making her die of guilt (revenge mentioned in the article)

Ending [-]: The aphrodisiac/medicine was given by Zhang Liuniang, he felt guilty towards Li Sanshao and at the same time went crazy, assuming it was given by Mrs. Liu.

ending four...

Please make up your own brain _(:з」∠)_

Which do you think it is?

☆, (eight)

([-]) Qixi Festival

"July [-]th is called Qixi Festival." -Wu Zimu's "Meng Liang Lu"

Before dawn, there was a rapid "bang bang" sound outside the door.

Zhang Liuniang opened her eyes slightly, and just as she was about to stand up, she was pushed back by Li Sanshao in displeasure. While putting on his clothes, he muttered, "It's not hot yet, it's so early in the morning, who is so ignorant?" Knock on the door...you lie down first, and I'll go and see."

Zhang Liuniang looked at him, feeling a little sweet in her heart, but more worried: "...I'll go."

Li Sanshao waved his hands indifferently: "It's just getting up, so what's the point?"

He pushed open the door with a rough movement, and looked out of the door with displeasure at the "no-eyed" one. He was about to reprimand him in a deep voice, but when he saw who it was, his deep voice suddenly turned into a light Angrily, came out of his throat in astonishment: "Mother...w-why are you here so early...why?"

Mrs. Liu touched the things in her bosom with a joyful face, saw that he was still wearing clothes, and asked joyfully, "Have you gotten up yet?"

Li Sanshao said blankly: "No..."

Liu said: "Then I'll come in."

Li Sanshao wanted to stop her: "No... you came so early..."

Pity him for being weak and weak, so Liu pushed him aside without much effort, walked in ostentatiously, and saw Zhang Liuniang still lying on the couch, even though she was a little displeased, but thinking of his success, she would Without much fuss, he smiled and asked, "Have you gotten up yet?"

Zhang Liuniang immediately sat up, put on her clothes in a panic, lowered her head and replied in a low voice: "No."

Liu said angrily, "What are you afraid of? I have a happy event with you two."

Li Sanshao walked in rubbing his chest, dissatisfied: "What happy event?"

Mrs. Liu said mysteriously: "My mother brought me a good thing from Tokyo."

Liu's natal family is well-known as a wealthy man in Tokyo. Every year during the holidays, they bring her some things, either ivory or pearls and emeralds. When there are no rare treasures, they just bring gold ingots, wishing to write "wealthy" superior.

Li Sanshao was used to seeing this since he was a child, so he said nonchalantly, "What is it?"

Mrs. Liu said mysteriously, "Moholuo."

"..." Li Sanshao was stunned for a moment, he rarely went out since he was a child, and he had never seen such stubborn things on the market, "Mo... what Luo?"

Mrs. Liu ignored him: "My mother said, this thing has been consecrated by the master."

Zhang Liuniang kept her head down, buttoning the buttons in silence until she put on her clothes, then raised her eyes, and softly explained Li Sanshao's confusion: "Mohouluo, one of the eight gods of Tianlong. I heard that before becoming a Buddha He is the king of a country, he fell into hell because of his sins, he experienced 6 years of suffering before he was conceived, and after another 6 years of practice, he was born as a human being."

Li Sanshao said: "It sounds pitiful."

Mrs. Liu glared at him and said, "I would like to have a child like Mohoro, what do you know?"

Li Sanshao touched his nose embarrassingly, and changed the subject: "Then... where is that thing?"

Liu looked left and right, and after a long while took out a finely carved clay puppet from her arms.I saw the clay puppet lying on the ground in a difficult posture, looking up at the sky with a smile, its body was decorated with red gauze and pearls, and it was surrounded by carved wooden railings. It looked like a fat doll from a rich family. Where did it get involved with Buddhism.

Zhang Liuniang glanced silently, then lowered her head again.

It's really... add a fish, and you can be a painting envoy back then.

Liu asked beamingly, "Does it look good?"

Li Sanshao felt that his aesthetic sense had been impacted: "...well...look..."

Mrs. Liu forced it to him: "Take it if it looks good!" After thinking about it, she snatched it back again.

Li Sanshao: "..."

For a moment, his enthusiasm for having a baby dropped instantly.

Holding Mohouluo in her arms, Mrs. Liu told them to give birth to a son as soon as possible while going out, but the moment she stepped out the door, she turned back and said, "Don't forget to go to Cailou to beg for cleverness at night."

Li Sanshao said helplessly: "Forget it, mother."

Liu said: "Don't forget to give birth to a son."

Li Sanshao: "...Liu Niang and I are both spared."

Only then did Mrs. Liu go out contentedly.

Li Sanshao looked depressed.

But when he remembered what he said just now, he became complacent about his ability to talk love, walked to the side of the couch, hugged Zhang Liuniang, and rubbed his face with the tip of his nose.

Zhang Liuniang: "?"

Li Sanshao didn't think of a better reason to "sleep" for a while, so he repeated the same old tune: "Let's have a son."

Zhang Liuniang glanced at him, and with a rare sense of humor, she asked softly, "Mahoro?"

"..." Li Sanshao said, "...No, let mother give birth by herself."

Zhang Liuniang lowered her eyes slightly, clasped the tip of her nose with her knuckles, and showed a reserved smile between her dark brows.

Li Sanshao was instantly seduced.

He was a little dry mouthed, he took Zhang Liuniang's face and kissed it, and muttered indistinctly: "If you give birth to Mohora, give birth to Mohola, I would be willing to give birth to a monkey..."

Zhang Liuniang was silent for a while, then turned her head away.

Li Sanshao thought he had said something wrong, so he hurriedly followed him: "What's the matter, what's the matter, mother——"

Before the last word "zi" fell, he only felt a weight on his waist, and then the world spun, and Zhang Liuniang pressed him on the couch.

The other party's eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if a little shy, but his eyes were deep and dangerous, and he answered him softly: "Being a monkey."

Li Sanshao: "..."

He felt like he dug a hole and jumped into it... "Hiss! Take it easy, lady!"

([-]) Mid-Autumn Festival

"In the mid-autumn night, your family decorates the terraces and pavilions, and the folks compete to occupy the restaurant to play with the moon, and there is a lot of silk and bamboo. Residents near the inner courtyard can hear the sound of the shengyu in the middle of the night, just like outside the clouds." - Meng Yue's "Tokyo Menghualu"

August [-]th, Mid-Autumn Festival.

The night was dark, with mist covering the moon.

Although the Li family married a wealthy and powerful in-laws, they were officials and eunuchs after all, and it was not easy to follow the example of local tyrants who built a building in the backyard to enjoy the moon.So the whole family went to the restaurant in a mighty way, trying to book a place for the festival in a low-key manner.

Unexpectedly, there was a small problem when booking the venue.

I ran into trouble with a dude.

That disciple was quite remote, and he came from some countryside in Gongzhou. He spoke Gongzhou dialect so fluently that no one could understand him, and said quickly: "You all wait with me! I will switch back Dou asked my old man to seal your shop! Dare to refuse me... I will not give in to you!"

Master Li glanced at him indifferently, and asked the shopkeeper, "Which family's young master is he?"

The shopkeeper said with a bitter face: "I just don't know..." He said anxiously, while glancing at Mr. Li's face, "I'm really sorry today, why don't you find another place?"

Master Li's tone of voice was difficult to distinguish between joy and anger: "The other houses have been taken over."

The shopkeeper was sweating coldly: "Then..."

Li Daren said: "If you ask him to come up, if it is really your fault, I will uphold justice for him."

Mrs. Liu sighed, turned her head to lift up the small half of her hijab, and complained to Zhang Liuniang: "Unlucky."

Zhang Liuniang couldn't see clearly under the hijab, and after a long while, he only heard him reply in a low and respectful manner: "Father is sweeping away bad luck."

Liu Shi laughed again.

Li Sanshao on the side leaned into Zhang Liuniang's ear and said, "You're getting better and better at handling your mother."

Zhang Liuniang lowered her head and said nothing, her ears slowly burning.

Li Sanshao felt itchy in his heart, but there were so many people around him that he couldn't do anything else. After thinking about it, he took Zhang Liuniang's hand like a thief, and gently squeezed his palm.

Zhang Liuniang turned her face away, ignored him, and her ears became more red.

Li Sanshao thought to himself, didn't he intend to seduce him?

He couldn't bear it, and the battle between heaven and man was fierce in his mind. After a long while, while his wife and mother-in-law were not paying attention, he picked up a corner of Zhang Liuniang's light veil and quickly kissed him on the face.

Zhang Liuniang's eyelashes twitched, she pushed him away eager to refuse, and whispered, "So many people are..."

Li Sanshao felt that his aura suddenly became stronger, he put his arms around his waist, and said in a low voice, "What are you afraid of?"

As soon as the words fell, he felt a sharp eye knife, and as expected, Liu turned his head and glared at him.

Li Sanshao coughed embarrassingly, and turned his head silently.

Half an hour later, the dude was finally dealt with, and was taken home by his father in disgrace.The shopkeeper of the restaurant was overjoyed and bowed to Lord Li again and again: "Thank you, sir, for taking care of this trouble for the villain! Thank you, sir!"

Master Li raised his hand slightly: "It's nothing more than a little effort."

The shopkeeper immediately flattered again, nodded and bowed and sent Zhang Liuniang and others into the most elegant box. Liu remembered Li Sanshao's anxious look just now, and said with a smile: "Today is different from previous years. Each room rewards each room." the month."

The branch concubines looked at each other and said "yes" respectfully.Li Sanshao turned his head uncomfortably, snorted softly, and pulled Zhang Liuniang out of the box.

Mrs. Liu said to Mr. Li inside: "I helped him and put on a bad face..."

Master Li smiled and said, "Why are you so angry with the child?"

The atmosphere is friendly and festive.

On the other side, Li Sanshao pulled Zhang Liuniang into the elegant room in the far corner, dismissed his wife and mother-in-law, and pressed Zhang Liuniang on the vermilion lacquer pillar to kiss him, making the latter very embarrassed: "We will be there soon!" Worshiping the moon downstairs..."

Li Sanshao said sullenly, "I won't go."

Zhang Liuniang felt uncomfortable all over from the kiss, and her lower body was swollen hard, but he had a dignified and decent face, gasped twice, and persuaded softly: "...This can't work, mother will be angry."

A few months have passed, and the deep meaning in his voice has become much stronger. It sounds soft and magnetic, as if carrying some kind of long-lasting and moving resonance. At this moment, he speaks with panting, which immediately makes Li Sanshao's desire/fire It's more prosperous.

He thought with displeasure, is this rejecting him, or seducing him?

Zhang Liuniang sighed softly, and called helplessly: "Sanlang..."

Li Sanshao's desire/fire was completely aroused.

He recklessly gagged Zhang Liuniang, pressed him against the vermilion railing, and put his hand into the latter's clothes to caress eagerly.

Under the railings are people coming and going, shouting loudly, and above the railings are expressing affection, lively and fragrant.

Zhang Liuniang was so confused that she took a long time to contemplate from the sea of ​​desire, then suddenly turned around and pressed Li Sanshao on the railing, lowered her eyelashes to cover her red eyes, and said very softly: "Just this time, don't make another example."

Li Sanshao didn't know why, but he always felt that this sentence was a bit like "get cheap and sell well"...

Before he could figure it out, Zhang Liuniang had already started attacking the city with great efficiency.

Above the pavilion, a round of bright moon is hidden in the mist.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival was the best time Zhang Liuniang had in her life.

As for Li Sanshao... Hearing his voice seemed to be both painful and happy.

The author has something to say: A reminder to the mobile phone party: Two chapters have been updated today, and the last chapter is the ending~

small theater:

Li Sanshao: Madam, I want to give birth to monkeys for you

Zhang Liuniang: (*/ω*)

(The quick and efficient movement of the hands overwhelmed Li Sanshao)

There is also a Qingming episode, which will be updated tomorrow.

☆, (nine)

([-]) Qingming

"...No matter whether rich or poor, people from all over the city come out of the city, full of music and music, loudly advocating the sky...the red clouds reflect the water, the moon hangs on the willow branches, the songs are clear and round, and the music is loud. This fashion is still unabated." -Wu Zimu "" "Meng Liang Lu"

Fifteen days after the vernal equinox.

On this day, the Li family, regardless of age, was exceptionally silent.

Master Li went out early to swim in the lake with others, only Liu Shi and Zhang Liuniang were left at home.

A widow, an orphan.

When the girl went to call Zhang Liuniang, he was sitting dignifiedly in front of the bronze mirror, and he had changed into a long gown that Li Sanshao had worn before he was alive—that kind of gown looked pretty good on him, and it lined his shoulders. With a broad back and straight back, when the hair is tied up, he is almost a handsome young man who has strayed into troubled times.

Hearing footsteps, he turned his head and gave the girl a lifeless look.

The girl didn't dare to look at him, she immediately lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Miss Third Young Master, Madam asked you to see her."

Zhang Liuniang stretched out her hand, nodded lightly at herself in the bronze mirror, and said after a while, "I'll go now."

He stood up slowly, and walked out with a blank expression on his face. Seeing his appearance, the girl was very disturbed, and after struggling for a long time, she said: "...Third Young Madam, do you want to change your clothes? If you go like this, Madam will probably give birth—"

The last word "Qi" was swallowed by Zhang Liuniang's eyes.

He just laughed softly and said: "What should I change, I should be wearing this clothes."

The girl stared blankly, not understanding what he meant.

Zhang Liuniang didn't want to explain, she turned and left without looking back.

Back room bedroom.

After returning from the ghost gate that day, Mrs. Liu changed the place into a Buddhist hall, eating fast and praying to Buddha day and night, claiming not to ask about worldly affairs, but she did ask after all today—she asked Zhang Liuniang to come.

It has been one year and four months since Li Sanshao passed away.

Four months have passed since Mrs. Liu learned the truth.

From winter to spring.

Both were tortured.

Standing outside the door, Zhang Liuniang lowered her brows slightly, thinking with no expression on her face, is she looking for him today for a showdown?

Inside, Mrs. Liu waited for a long time, but she didn't see him coming in, so she couldn't help but said, "Come in, what are you doing standing there?"

Zhang Liuniang glanced at her and walked in slowly.

Liu didn't want to look at him, so she closed her eyes, as if she could isolate herself from foreign affairs.She mumbled about the Buddha for a long time, and then copied the Buddha for a long time, and asked in a misty voice, "Do you know why I came to you today?"

Zhang Liuniang said softly: "No matter what it is for, it has nothing to do with me."

Liu said with a sneer, "You've left it clean."

Zhang Liuniang didn't speak.

Liu said: "I came to you today because of Saburo's business."

Zhang Liuniang lightly said, "Oh?"

Mrs. Liu seemed to be irritated by his understatement, stood up angrily, and said in a deep voice: "Don't be stupid, you killed Saburo, do you think I don't know!?"

Zhang Liuniang turned her head slightly, and asked inscrutablely: "I killed him?"

The eyes of the two met, tit for tat.

Liu turned her head first, her voice was sad and dry: "I heard everything you said that day."

Zhang Liuniang said: "So you heard it all."

Liu said angrily, "It's because I heard that that I came here today!"

Zhang Liuniang smiled indifferently, and asked softly, "Then?"

Liu suddenly fell silent.

She seemed to be stopped by this sentence, and she seemed to remember something bad from the past, her whole face was flushed, and her chest was like a dilapidated bellows, agitating with difficulty.

After a long while, she took a deep breath, walked to the altar almost in a state of collapse, carefully took out a sandalwood box from inside, carefully placed it on a high place, and reprimanded Zhang Liuniang, "Kneel down!"

In fact, there was no need for her to reprimand her so pretentiously - Zhang Liuniang knelt down consciously the moment she took out the sandalwood box.

Liu said: "Look at what you did today to pretend to be a monster—apologize to Saburo!"

Zhang Liuniang's eyelashes trembled, and she said softly, "...I'm sorry."

Liu said: "Tell him how he died."

Zhang Liuniang lowered her eyes and said nothing.

Mrs. Liu scolded: "Say it quickly!"

Zhang Liuniang remained silent.

Mrs. Liu was almost overwhelmed by his appearance.She wandered around the inner room a few times in a hurry, pulled out a willow branch outside, came back, and lashed at Zhang Liuniang, "—Say it quickly!"

Zhang Liuniang paused.

His eyes were gloomy and cold, and his voice was like a sigh: "You know the answer, why should I say it."

Liu yelled suddenly, "I don't know!" After a long while, she repeated angrily, "I don't know..."

Speaking of this, she seemed to be exhausted, closed her eyes and threw the wicker, covered her face with her hands, slid down against the wall, and the sound of crying overflowed from her fingers.

"Saburo shouldn't have married you...he shouldn't have married you!"

Zhang Liuniang asked back: "Really?" He seemed to think of something, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised, "... also."

Mrs. Liu was still immersed in endless grief, crying and repeating: "Sanlang, he shouldn't have married you... It's all my fault, it's all my fault... People born in the fifth month, males harm fathers and daughters harm mothers... I should have understood this truth...he shouldn't have married you!—Why didn't your mother drown you in the water!?"

Zhang Liuniang stood up slowly, bent down to pick up a willow stick, inserted it lightly in front of the altar, and said after a while, "She wants to kill me."

He turned his head and looked at Liu Shi coldly: "I didn't kill him, so I don't deserve to die."

Liu's voice was sobbing in his throat, as if choking: "Damn you...you bitch."

Zhang Liuniang asked again: "Is that so?" She smiled lightly, "Maybe."

He walked to the sandalwood box, raised his head slightly, and looked at it coldly and affectionately.The corners of his eyes were a little upturned. Looking at it from Liu's perspective, it was almost a specious sneer.

She struggled to get up, clasped Zhang Liuniang's arm, and said hoarsely, "Kneel down! ——Haven't you hurt Saburo badly enough? You killed him! Killed him..."

Zhang Liuniang still said the same thing: "Really?"

He easily pushed Liu away, took off the sandalwood box and put it in his arms.After thinking about it, he turned back to Mrs. Liu and said, "You're right."

Liu sneered and said, "Haha...you admitted it! You finally admitted it..."

Zhang Liuniang cut off her laughter expressionlessly: "I mean, you were right when you said he shouldn't marry me."

Liu suddenly stopped speaking.

Zhang Liuniang glanced at the sandalwood box almost softly, and said in a low voice, "...I should marry him."

Liu opened her mouth funny, and looked at him in disbelief.

Zhang Liuniang didn't even look at her, and walked out.

Only then did Liu regain her senses, and wanted to follow up and snatch the sandalwood box, but Zhang Liuniang pushed it defensively.

In an instant, Mrs. Liu staggered several steps back, bumped into the altar unexpectedly, and watched Zhang Liuniang leave with the sandalwood box.

At that moment, it was as if a piece of her flesh had been gouged out, and she was in pain.

After a long while, Mrs. Liu bent down uncontrollably, knelt down on the ground, supported her body with her elbows, wanted to cry, but couldn't shed a single tear.

There is nothing more painful than parting after death.

The author has something to say: I really want to write about what Zhang Liuniang will do when he gets the urn, but I don't think it is necessary to write.

The dead are gone and cannot return

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There is no accident, I will only write short stories in the next year, and focus on the sick~ (The pitfalls of the long stories will be filled slowly...)

Romance or beauty depends on the mood_(:з」∠)_