The fortune teller's daughter has married, and all the wealthy families in the city are spoilin

The scene before my eyes suddenly distorted and changed.

The bedroom scene disappears, replaced by a desolate village.

The first thing you see is an old man slowly leading a little girl by the hand.

Those dark eyes told you who it was at a glance.

They went from house to house.

The old man hunched over, his pleading eyes filled with embarrassment.

"It's okay if I'm hungry, please give Xiaoge some food. She has a small appetite and can't eat much."

Jiang Zhou then noticed the little girl's thin, bony frame.

It must be caused by long-term malnutrition.

It turns out she likes to eat because she used to be too hungry and couldn't get enough to eat.

The villagers' disgust was palpable. A burly man shouted, "We don't have any leftovers either. This year, several torrential rains flooded the village's fields, and now no one has any surplus grain."

When passing villagers saw the grandmother and granddaughter, they all avoided them.

He looked as if he was afraid of being begged for food.

They took a long detour and quickly left.

The mother-in-law had no choice but to continue asking from house to house. Finally, she found a family that had just held a wedding banquet and had a lot of leftover food, and they were willing to give them a bowl of rice.

"Thank you! Thank you! If there's anything this old woman can help with in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."

The groom clicked his tongue: "Busy, huh... just stay away from us. Everyone in the village knows your granddaughter is the most unlucky one."

He flipped over the steaming hot food.

The plastic bowl tipped over.

Food was spilled all over the floor.

The mother-in-law hurriedly reached out to take it, but only managed to grasp a handful of scalding hot rice.

In the dead of winter, my hands, red from the cold, were also burned.

"Grandma, are you alright?"

The little girl stepped forward and fiercely berated the groom.

The groom's parents came out with brooms and started sweeping her.

"Go away, little beggar! You dare to insult my son when you come begging for food? Aren't you hungry? There's some on the ground, pick it up and eat it." The groom's mother rolled her eyes at the stray dog ​​that had sniffed the food and crawled over to steal it.

The sarcastic remark: "Look at this, even a dog knows to look for food."

The little girl's tender cheeks were red from the cold, and her dark eyes were filled with anger.

She pulled her grandmother, who was about to pick up the leftover food, away.

Grandma still couldn't bear to throw away the scalding hot rice, her eyes red: "Xiao Ge, it's Grandma's fault for making you suffer."

With trembling, red hands, he held a bowl of rice and handed it to the little girl.

It's impossible to tell whether it's frostbite or burns.

Xiao Song Qingge raised her hand to flip over the handful of rice, but stopped halfway through.

Its large, dark, clear eyes sparkled with shimmering water.

Finally, she clenched her small fist, ate half of the rice, and left the other half.

Leave it to my grandmother.

"My poor little Gege."

The old man's wrinkled eyes were filled with tenderness.

The two, one big and one small, held hands, the cold winter wind howling against their thin, patched clothes.

The material is the same as that tattered cloth bag.

They held each other's hands tightly and walked further and further away until they disappeared from Jiang Zhou's sight.

Suddenly it went dark.

The scene before me has returned to the bedroom.

The girl on the bed was sleeping peacefully, breathing evenly.

Jiang Zhou was breathing heavily.

Does it hurt, like your heart is being squeezed hard by both hands?

It seems like numbness.

He dared not imagine how she grew up.

He had seen the dark side of human nature many times, especially in the last four months.

But her experience still shocked him.

He looked at the tattered cloth bag that was neatly placed on the table.

When he first saw this tattered bag, he was indeed disgusted with it. In order to match Mrs. Jiang's status, he even had many limited-edition designer bags sent to his home.

But she still likes carrying this bag.

He thought she liked tattered and broken things.

He thought she didn't want to owe him too much, so she didn't like using the gifts he gave her.

It turns out that none of them were true.

Moonlight streamed through the window onto the floor of the room, and the still shadows of the leaves were reflected on the glass.

There is no wind tonight.

Jiang Zhou walked over, picked up the tattered cloth bag, took out the needle and thread from the tool bag, and sat down on the sofa.

Fingers with distinct knuckles thread a needle.

He put on his silver-rimmed glasses.

His expression was serious.

……

The Xu Residence.

In the boy's room, the dark curtains were tightly drawn.

Not a single ray of light could get in.

Rustling.

The sound of things colliding.

Xu Chuanchi kicked off the blanket and mumbled in his sleep, "Stop making noise! ​​Can't a person get any sleep?!"

dong dong dong.

suddenly.

The bed bounced with a "duang".

Something hit him in the stomach, and he sat up with a start, still half asleep: "Who's there?!"

Look around.

There was nothing but complete darkness.

Thinking I was just half asleep, I was about to go back to sleep when I heard a rustling sound.

Immediately following was a fierce "meow"!

He quickly turned on the bedside lamp.

really.

"Huahua! What are you doing in my room? Get out right now!"

He reached out to hug Huahua.

The cat meowed and ran away.

"Be a good girl, Huahua, and get out of here right now, or Grandpa will stew you tomorrow."

It's for scaring cats.

Grandpa loves Huahua the most, so he can't bear to stew her.

"Meow!"

The cat hissed fiercely and stretched out its claws to scratch his face.

Xu Chuanchi was so startled that his voice cracked: "Flower...!"

He reached out and pushed Huahua.

The moment the hand touched the cat, it turned into a wisp of black smoke.

It's gone!

He stared wide-eyed in terror, stammering for a long time without uttering a single word.

He quickly threw off the covers and jumped out of bed.

As a result, he stepped on an object.

"Squeak squeak".

I looked down.

"Ah! You dead rat! Get away!"

Squeak.

Squeak.

His lips trembled as he looked around.

There was a circle of rats around the bed, shrinking towards him.

He didn't even bother with his shoes on the bed; he rushed out of the room and ran straight down the corridor to his parents' room.

He kept looking back as he ran.

I was relieved to see that they didn't chase after me.

They slowed down.

next second.

Pause.

On the windowsill, Hua Hua was lying peacefully in her cat bed, breathing heavily.

Here are the flowers.

What was that just now?

What is that thing that turns into black smoke?!

This time, Xu Chuanchi completely lost his composure and shouted at the top of his lungs, "A ghost! Everyone get up! A ghost! Help!"

He rushed downstairs.

He ran and shouted, successfully waking up everyone in the room.

Half an hour later, the entire Xu family gathered at the main villa, where Xu Chuanchi recounted the bizarre events that had just occurred, his voice trembling.

Mr. Xu frowned.

The cane tapped the floor repeatedly.

Su Yun scoffed and teased, "Li Jun, has your son gone mad from sleeping? He woke us all up for such a stupid nightmare."

"I'm telling the truth! I'm not dreaming!"

Master Xu tapped his cane.

All sounds ceased abruptly.

He said seriously, "You said you saw Huahua, then what's in my arms? It's been sleeping in my room all night."

"Tch." Cheng Lanfeng rolled her eyes at Zhao Lijun's family.

The third wife is a complete idiot; she woke up the whole family because of a nightmare.

No wonder they couldn't win against the second wife.

Foolish thing.

Everyone dispersed in a flurry, eager to go home and sleep.

Su Yun and Cheng Lanfeng took the lead and simultaneously pulled open the main villa gate.

Pull it.

It's not open.

Two times.

It's still not open.

Frustrated, Xu Mingchang pushed aside the two useless women and yanked hard, saying, "It's open now, give it a little push!"

His disdainful complaints.

He had just taken half a step towards the door.

Bang!

The door closed automatically the moment no one touched it.

The most terrifying thing is...

There is absolutely no wind tonight.