Kuaichuanzhi and Zha Gong are in deep love

In order to avoid the taboo, Wu Weizi set the time for opening the altar to five days later.

I don't know what Zhang said to Jian Zhizhang, but Jian Zhizhang acquiesced with turning a blind eye.

The little boy stood by Wu Weizi's side and took care of Si Nian's work, serving him tea and water very thoughtfully.

However, Wuweizi was addicted to gambling, so he made a nonsense excuse to the boy, and then slipped out of the house and went to the gambling shop.

As soon as he walked away, the servant ran to Mrs. Zhang to report. Mrs. Zhang pondered for a while, and then gave him some instructions in a low voice.

The light in the boy's eyes flickered, as if he was planning something, and then he also left the house.

None of the people around Mrs. Zhang is simple.

Since being locked up in the ancestral hall that day, Jian Shou had a fever in the middle of the night.

His heavy breath was stuck in his chest and he couldn't get it out. He was so delirious from the fever that he vaguely noticed two little ghosts circling around him.

"Sister, sister, is he going to die!?"

"He has a cold... Do you want him to die, brother?"

"Sister, will he be the same as us after he dies? Then I want him dead..."

The boy's immature voice was choked with sobs, "That's too uncomfortable."

"He will also be in pain and hungry. My sister, I don't want him to become like us. It's so pitiful."

Jian Shou's expression became more painful when he heard their dialogue.

He raised his brows, pursed his lips tightly, and there was a crying sound in his throat, and two lines of clear tears flowed out.

It's so pitiful... Jian Shou felt a pain in his heart.

It's not that they don't want to reincarnate, but they can't. The fate of lonely ghosts is to be scattered.

The little girl stroked the boy's head and said, "My brother is really good, so let's help him."

Two wisps of lonely souls drifted away from the back room and arrived at Xiao Lian's residence, and then a puff of green smoke blew past and sneaked into her dream.

Xiao Lian had a nightmare. In the dream, the young master drowned, and the muddy pool water quickly submerged his head.

Xiao Lian didn't know how to swim, but jumped into it without thinking.

The biting cold of the pool water poured into her mouth and nose in an instant, and she frantically grabbed around, but couldn't catch anything.

She was desperate, and then something fell on her, and finally she sank to the bottom of the water!

The dream came to an abrupt end here, Xiao Lian got up from the bed covered in cold sweat, her legs were unstoppably weak, and she ran into the back room in a panic.

Then I saw the picture of her young master lying on the bed and burning to death.

Xiao Lian was almost scared out of his wits, and Chao Yue wiped away the half-dried tears on the young master's face.

Immediately burst into tears, the young master's face was so hot!

Hearing Xiao Lian's cry, Jian Shou finally cheered up a bit. He tried his best to hold Xiao Lian and stopped her from running out.

Don't say that you can't invite a doctor at this time, if you wake up the people in other yards, Xiao Lian will definitely be beaten in vain.

With a hoarse voice, he groaned like a mosquito: "Xiao, pity, don't go out... Last time, there was still some medicine left, you... go and suffer..."

He obviously couldn't use his strength, but his five fingers clasped Xiao Lian's wrist tightly, for fear that she would be wronged when she went out.

Xiao Lian couldn't help crying, her head was pounding like garlic in response to Jian Shou's words.

She ran to the closet, stood on tiptoe and struggled to find the packets of medicine from the top.

This was the last time the doctor saw that the young master was pitiful, so he stuffed a few more bags for her to hide.

The medicinal materials in the paper bag were already damp, Xiao Lian could only wash it with clean water, and boiled it again.

A strong bitter taste emerges from the medicine jar, just like this miserable life, which cannot be avoided.

Originally, she should have kept watch while the medicine was being boiled, but Xiao Lian was worried about Jian Shou.

Hearing that he was cold, and piling up all the cotton wool on Jian Shou's bed, crying all the way, she was terrified, afraid that the young master would not be able to survive.

Everyone in the house looked down on the young master and loved to embarrass the young master. In such a cold day, even a warm woman would not send it to the young master.

Xiao Lian ran to the mouth of the well and fetched two buckets of water with difficulty, then quickly lit a fire to boil a pot of hot water, and wiped Jane Shou's cold sweat one by one.

After drinking a dose of medicine, the temperature on his forehead dropped a little bit at dawn.

As soon as he fell ill, Jian Shou sank into the bed with a pale face, as if half of his body had been buried in the soil.

Xiao Lian felt uncomfortable, and wanted to ask for a doctor, but unfortunately she was short of money, so Jian Shou stopped her again.

Jian Shou closed his eyes and asked, "Xiao Lian, is it already dawn?"

Xiao Lian hummed lightly, and twisted the quilt carefully, worrying that he would catch the cold again.

Jian Shou pursed his dry lips, and said in a gentle voice: "If Si Nian comes later, don't let him in."

He didn't say why, but Xiao Lian understood his thoughts, the young master didn't want Si Nian to worry, and he didn't want to make Si Nian angry.

The young master treated Si Nian so well, but Si Nian made the young master sick, Xiao Lian had unspeakable complaints in his heart.

Sure enough, Si Nian stepped into the courtyard around noon.

Wu Weizi disappeared early in the morning. He didn't rush over until Ah Shou had gotten enough sleep.

The door of the room in the yard was closed tightly, even the windows were pulled down, Si Nian felt strange, and was a little anxious when he knocked on the door.

"A-Shou, A-Shou, are you in there? I'm here to see you!"

After several knocks, Shanshan took off the bolt, leaving only a gap.

"Miss Xiao Lian? I'm here to find Ah Shou, open the door quickly!"

Unexpectedly, Xiao Lian just shook his head at him, stuck in the crack of the door and refused to back down.

Si Nian panicked immediately, his cheeks flushed, and he asked helplessly, "Miss Lian, is it because Ah Shou is angry with me and doesn't want to see me?"

Xiao Lian looked at him, the light in her eyes dimmed, anyone who hurt her young master was a villain.

So she nodded to Sinian with a cold face, affirming his question.

Si Nian's eye sockets turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he was stubborn and refused to cry.

It turned out that being hated by Ah Shou was such a sad feeling, my heart was so sour.

He repeated in a daze: "I know that I did something wrong yesterday, that I harmed Ah Shou, and he, he should, should not want to see me."

But still didn't want to give up, Si Nian's hands were firmly on the door rail, his nails turned white.

"But Miss Xiao Lian, please put me in, I just want to see Ah Shou and apologize to him personally."

Xiao Lian shook her head stubbornly, and regardless of whether Siniansong let go, she slammed the door frame back with a bang!

Just happened to pinch Si Nian's finger, but he didn't call out, just knocked on the door and kept calling Jian Shou's name.

"Ah Shou, Ah Shou, I was wrong, can you let me in? If you are angry, hit me!"

But how could he be willing to beat him?Jian Shou coughed out in a muffled voice, with either sad or happy expressions on his face.

If it was misunderstood as a grudge, then it should be fine.

Hearing Jian Shou's cough, Si Nian thought he was mad at him again, so he didn't dare to shout anymore, and the hand that knocked on the door hung down stiffly.

He bowed his head in silence, looking at his toes and didn't know what he was thinking.

It took a long time before he raised his head, and looked at the still closed door with nostalgia.

In the end, he seemed to have made up his mind and ran away in a hurry.

After Si Nian's torment, Jian Shou's spirit became worse and worse.

Hearing Xiao Lian's footsteps walking in, he finally fell into a deep sleep with peace of mind.

The child who was saved by him, when will he really grow up?

Si Nian didn't show up again until the evening, so I thought it was over.

When night fell, Xiao Lian was about to go out to fetch water to boil to wash Jian Shou, but when she opened the door, she was taken aback by Si Nian who was kneeling at the door!

The cold moonlight sprinkled on the child's body, casting a layer of soft white light.

I don't know how long he knelt, but he could still see the dense beads of sweat on his forehead.

Although Xiao Lian was angry with him, but seeing his appearance softened again, she grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him up.

Si Nian refused to move, but stubbornly stuffed a handkerchief into Xiao Lian's hand.

A pair of deep eyes seemed to be immersed in water, and she begged in a low voice: "Miss Lian, help me give this to A-Shou, please!"

Xiao Lian pursed her lips, her eyes were both worried and deliberately feigned indifference.

Finally, she took the silk handkerchief embroidered with mandarin ducks, turned around and walked into the house.

Jian Shou was in a light sleep, and had already heard the movement at the door.

Seeing that he was awake, Xiao Lian quickly helped him sit up, and handed the delicate handkerchief to Jian Shou.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!"

Jian Shou touched the smooth and soft handkerchief with his fingers: "Did it come from Si Nian?"

It was Si Nian's voice outside the door who answered him: "A Shou, this is Jin Niangxiu's mandarin ducks playing in the water!"

Jian Shou's fingers tightened suddenly, and they trembled slightly. This is his mother's embroidery...

He fondled it back and forth greedily, as if returning to the appearance when he saw Jinniang embroidering under the dim candlelight when he was a child, always so peaceful and gentle.

She would hold him in her arms, whisper to him about embroidery techniques, and suddenly look at him with apologetic expressions.

Kissing his eyes and apologizing: "Xiao Shou, it's all mother's fault that hurt you..."

He pressed the handkerchief tightly to his chest, and Si Nian's voice sounded in his ears again.

"Ah Shou, don't ignore me, I'm so scared."

What are you afraid of?Afraid that Ah Shou would not forgive him, afraid that he would never see A Shou again.

Afraid of losing the only person who treats him well, he will have nowhere to return to in his life.

Jian Shou suppressed the trill in his throat: "Where did you get this crocodile?"

No wonder he was suspicious, there were only a few pieces of Jinniang's embroidered silk left, and they had been treasured by traders long ago, how could a poor boy get them.

Sure enough, Si Nian couldn't go back, and he clenched his fists and was sweating hotly: "A-Shou, A-Shou, I just want to make you happy."

Jian Shou's hoarse voice was sharp: "Tell me, where did you get it? Don't lie to me!"

Si Nian was about to cry, he didn't expect to make Ah Shou even more angry: "Yes, I stole it... But I will give the money, and I will definitely pay back the money I make in the future!"

Jian Shou opened his lips and let out a dull breath. Si Nian's theft made him very sad and disappointed.

"Wrong wrong wrong! Wrong again and again! Cough cough, cough..."

"I don't ask you to be famous, I just hope that you will be a person of good conduct, neither steal nor rob, and be self-reliant."

"But, but, how can you do such a thing? Sure enough, I still can't expect you..."

Si Nian was taken aback suddenly, as if a thin needle had been pierced into his chest.

I can't find where it is at all, but it hurts all over my body.

These words exhausted all of Jian Shou's strength, his arm holding the fragrant towel drooped down and hung on the edge of the bed.

"Xiao Lian, give this to Si Nian and ask him to return it!"

Xiao Lian stomped her feet with tears in her eyes, secretly hating Si Nian for making the young master sad.

When she chased him out with a handkerchief, Si Nian had long since disappeared.

Only the small circle of water stains on the ground at the door was left, just like the night in late autumn...

Sombre black.