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    Xiao Chunyan said that he regretted not being able to smash the wall of his house so that he could come to rescue me.  I expressed that I also regretted not being able to smash the wall of the small black room so that I could rush to help him smash the wall.

    He suddenly raised the corners of his lips into a smile, and stroked my head with one hand, "Over there, I gave you a two-day leave. You should clean up your mood. When you feel better, you will go to teach again. Sleeping in the Chen Mansion  You are always a guest, sleeping with me is home. Your room is next to mine. I will let the maid guard the door and light the dark lights for you in the house. If you are still afraid, come to find me next door and sleep with me.  "

    I looked at him in surprise.  It's a bit embarrassing to say this, when I was seventeen years old, I didn't pay attention to red tape, and Xiao Chunyan and Xiao Chunyan have always been indistinguishable from each other, and we slept in the same berth.  Later, Mr. Rong told me that women who reach the age of Ji will generally share between you and me.

    I am twenty-three years old this year, and he can still say the words "sleeping together", obviously to tease me on purpose.

    "Six years have passed since that night, and I have slept alone for six years. You can just go about your own business at ease."

    This is the truth. I have slept alone for six years, and I have long been used to the tragic scenes of those dead women reappearing in my mind every night.  I'm not afraid of ghosts, I just remember everything clearly, hesitate and panic, and then fall asleep peacefully with the luck of "I'm still alive".

    Maybe everything that happened in those few nights was the doom bestowed on me by the heavens.  I can't always be a beggar living in the dream I wove. I always have to learn to swallow my fear and sorrow, learn to lick|lick my wounds, and continue to survive with the luck of still being alive.

    After all, there is no one more of me among those female corpses sitting in rows.  Still alive, fortunately.

    The night is getting darker, the wind shakes the trees.  The delicacies of mountains and seas in the evening made me feel a little stuffed. I sat in the room, drinking hawthorn tea to digest my stomach, while reading the treasured books.

    The wind was too loud and bothered me a bit, so I closed the doors and windows to keep out the severe cold.  The candlestick is placed by the window so that the shadow of my right hand holding the pen can tilt to the right without hindering my reading.

    Suddenly a gust of wind brushed across the window sash, pulled my tightly closed window open, slammed into the wall, flipped back and forth, extinguished the light I put on the window sill, and then snapped the window shut with a bang.  .

    In an instant, the rain and wind were cut off, leaving only one room claustrophobic.

    The suddenly quiet room is like the dark room of that night, and there is a faint light from the corridor by the window, just like the moonlight secretly given to me that night.

    I walked around the room with the help of the dim light, and I still saw them in disheveled clothes by the wall. They were covered with corpse spots, digging out the rotten rice in the porcelain bowl, and there were spots of black and red blood on the corners of their mouths, as if they sensed my gaze.  , Turned their heads to look at me one after another.

    I see this scene often.  It's so common.  It¡¯s so normal that when I see them again, they won¡¯t cry or scream, just calmly wait for the gradually accelerating heartbeat to return to normal rhythm, wait for the rapid breathing to calm down by itself, and wait for the soreness  The eyes and nose take off their red clothes by themselves.

    In a few years, I should still be able to go up to say hello to them.  What are you afraid of? By then, you will be old friends who have met countless times.  Let me count this as a kind of self-breakthrough.  I have listened to Xiao A Sheng recite Buddhist scriptures for so many years. Although I have not made much progress, I can still break through gradually.

    After I deported them, the wind and rain outside slowly stopped.  I should light another candle to accompany me to turn the pages of the book.  He fumbled for the fire folder in the drawer by light, then got up, and walked towards the window with the wall they leaned against just now.  A few steps away, I felt a sense of infinity. The wall they leaned against and the ground they sat on made the soles of my feet and the palms of my hands seem to have grown hairs.

    After finally picking up the candlestick, there was a knock on the door.  Before I could open my mouth, the door was pushed open, "Huaguan?"

    It was Xiao Chunyan's voice.

    "Yeah." I nodded and blew on the torch, "I'm lighting a candle. My light was stolen just now."

    He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "No wonder I saw that your room was pitch-black. Are you not frightened?"

    I shook my head, "No. I'm just thinking about how to keep my light from being stolen. The wind outside is so strong that the lampshade doesn't seem to be very effective. I like to read in the dark, and I only need one lamp, and I don't need to fill it up.  But that can easily be blown out."

    "That's not easy." Xiao Chunyan raised the corners of her lips and smiled at me, "I'll ask someone to catch some fireflies for you, put them in the kit, hang some on your pen holder, and it will be enough for you to read. In this case  , the light will not be stolen.¡±

    I also laughed, "However, such light will die every few days."

    As soon as I blurted out, some small words suddenly came out of my mind, and Jing Xian's voice lingered around.  I pick fromXia Xia cared about his future, and couldn't interfere with the rules of the Chun Mansion, so he could only put his heart in that square box.  What is it?  I am selfish, and my hands have already moved towards the lock.

    The loose buckle can be opened with the flip of a hand.  I saw a piece of pale yellow paper folded and lying quietly at the bottom of the box.  For some reason, my heart beat faster and faster, as if jumping into my throat, until I picked up the paper and opened it, and then fell back to the ground again.

    I stared at the thin paper, slightly stunned, in a daze.

    Back before falling into the dream, I vaguely heard Xiao Chunyan ordering the servants beside me, "Go, call Su Yu in."

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    1. I was scared when I saw the comments in the last chapter hahahaha don't be afraid, Huahua is doing well!  No claustrophobic ducks!  There are no ducks that leave shadows or anything (emmm pretend there is none! She is not afraid! Mmmm!

    2. Key words of the next chapter: Escape from the small black house, Jingxian and Fushen met and had a good conversation, couldn¡¯t find Xiao Chunyan, was recommended by the steward to be Fushen¡¯s concubine, helpless (remember this website URL:  www.hlnovel.com
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