After night here, Su Dao had to be sent to the town. As soon as Meng Chen left, Su Shuo could not leave him easily. The old man in Suyuan Shi Yu Zhongyou could take care of him, but Su Dao failed, and the child still had to go with his parents.

The two took Su Dao to the town, and Madam Su was waiting in the museum. He sent Su Dao to Madam Su, and helped him in the museum, and ran several familiar carriages.

Before lunch, Miss Su prepared the meal, and he and his senior brothers ate in the backyard of the museum. During the meal, he saw that Miss Su prepared a food box and wanted to deliver the meal to Widow Shi, so he quickly took the last few bites and went to pick it up, asking Miss Su to give it to Widow Shi himself.

The road was very fast, when he arrived at the gate of the yard, the widow was wrapping her jacket and leaning inside to look at the trees in the yard.

The mother and son gaze in the middle, and the widow hugged her arms and said indifferently: "What evil wind has been blown today."

Shi Yu put the food box and said, "I have greeted the charcoal shop. The charcoal fire in this yard is burning on my account. It's cold, don't let my sister-in-law catch a cold."

Shi Widow spat lightly, her long fingers curled her arm sleeves, "Who cares about your little charcoal money?"

Shi Yu didn't answer, and turned around after putting something on. Shi Widow said coldly: "How dare you blame others? If you don't even hit your mother, you'll leave. Why are you pretending to be filial?" She clenched her sleeves, "I'm nauseous."

Shi Yu didn't look back, and everyone walked away from the door. Shi Widow suddenly raised her voice: "Are you determined to mess with others now?"

Shi Yu stopped.

Shi Widow smiled and said, "You have to urinate and take a good look at what you are, and what is the origin of the gentleman? This case is easy to take, and I am afraid that it will not be possible without this gentleman? Shi Yu, don't be fooled by the lard. Shi Tingzhou died well, just by being next to the things that should not be beaten, and shouldn't it be heard? If you want to taste the fresh, there will be more rabbits on the flower street. If you only have this mouthful, just teach someone to pretend to be a gentleman for you to play with. But if you really touch this person, what do you want?" She said, "You are a little beast, you beat the things that are born in the village. Besides, I ask you, do you really dare to ask people to see what the hell is inside you?"

The courtyard wall was shadowed and covered Shi Yu's half of his body.

Shi Widow sneered: "Do you dare to ask him to see, what are those hands doing?"

Shi Yu suddenly raised his steps, and before he even closed the gate of the courtyard, the person had already left. Shi Yu's voice was entangled in his ears. Shi Yu walked faster and faster, and he bumped into someone. Someone shouted and scolded him. His breathing became chaotic. He was in the crowd, but his eyes seemed to see a desolate.

Soak your hands in sweat.

The strong winds of the blizzards suddenly blew in my ears many years ago.

Shi Yu stood in the snow in a single clothes, and his mother was slapped and cried in the confined door. He heard his mother being pushed to the table, and then he slapped her.

Liu Qianling pinched Shi Widow's throat, whipped the person with one hand, and then hurriedly did things. Shi Widow's eyes were rolled up by the pinched, and his hands were slapped on the edge of the table. Her hair was dry, blood and tears mixed, and her nails were broken and bald.

"Let's take a look!" Liu Qianling pulled his clothes, "He has been dead for some days, and you still think that you can escape? How dare you run away!"

The cheeks were whipped blue, and the widow's throat was hard and she was choking like a dying choking. She screamed over and over again: "You must not die well, no one must die well!"

"I can't die a good death." Liu Qianling pinched her wrist, "I want to see why I can't die a good death!"

Shi Widow struggled and cried. She looked at the door, and she was filled with blood. "Shi, Shi Yu! Yu'er! Save, save mother!" She knocked on the edge of the table, sobbed and cried, begging, "Save..."

Liu Qianling grabbed her hair and cursed: "Shut up! I told someone to listen. If you can't live, that little beast won't live either!"

When the widow's tears dried up, she suddenly shouted: "Liu Qianling! I can't let you go even if I become a ghost!"

It was not until the wind was howling in the middle of the night that Liu Qianling gave up. He threw the widow aside and just kept his clothes in check. He stood in the dark, but he was still a scholar who looked like a dog.

"Yan Ti." He changed his gentleness at this time, but only said, "I will tell you again. The things he is pressing on Shi Tingzhou are now in my hands. I will not say anything else, but I just say that the prince is now receiving the holy grace and that he will be the emperor's lord in the future. If anyone knows this, even if Shi Tingzhou is dead, he will probably be whipped out. Do you think you and Shi Yu can escape?" He pulled out the thin paper from his sleeve and shook it against Shi Widow, and then put it in his chest. He said, "I know you wish you could die together, but you must know that Shi Tingzhou can be excused, so how can you lose your little beast? You can't keep your alive son, and you will have to stab someone in your spine. This is not something that my mother should do."

At that time, the widow was lying on the ground, looking at the roof, and couldn't see the light in the dark. She had shed tears, but she pulled the corners of her lips and wet her temples again when she heard the sound. But the person laughed and laughed crazy.

She laughed and said hoarsely: "You give me my son back...you wait...Liu Qianling...Liu Wan..."

"My elder brother is not a thing." Liu Qianling suddenly snatched up Widow Shi again and said viciously: "If you dare to allow him to do anything wrong again, I won't spare you first!"

He put on a thick outer shirt and pushed the door. There was no one outside, and the night was still heavy, and the snow was heavy. Liu Qianling pressed the velvet hat on his head and glanced at the other room quickly. Before he could see Shi Yu, he rushed back at the night.

He drove a carriage alone. When the carriage ran out of the village entrance, it left a stone, and the whole carriage swayed. He cursed a few times, but did not turn around and lift the curtain to check, just rushed to the road.

Little did he know that someone squatted behind him, curled up in the corner of the carriage, listened to his scolding, and wrapped the sharp stone knife with a strip of cloth on his palm.

Before dawn was dawn, he drove his horse into his yard and wanted to go back to sleep. But the horse had somehow kept neighing and rushing to the bridle, and did not eat the fodder.

Liu Qianling couldn't help but unsatisfied the carriage and pulled the horse to the edge of the cellar. Some vegetables were also stored in the cellar. Usually, the horses didn't have food, so he fed some vegetables to them.

Liu Qianling squatted beside the cellar and pulled open the cellar entrance, and looked down.

It was pitch black below, and I could vaguely see ice on the soil steps, which was difficult to go down. There was no candlelight at this moment, and Liu Qianling slipped worriedly, so he shrank his head and wanted to call someone.

Who knew that the person was doing a move to get up, and someone pushed him hard on his back.

Before Liu Qianling's voice could be heard, the man fell down. The cellar was deep, and he grabbed the soil steps in a panic, but the ice was slid so hard that before the person could ask for help, he immediately rolled down. He hit the cutting board at the bottom, and his arm was dislocated, and his leg seemed to be broken. He rolled a few times and wanted to get up.

Someone jumped down the steps and stood quietly behind him.

Liu Qianling couldn't see clearly in the darkness, so he crawled with the support of the Tunban, trying to stand up. However, he was suddenly kicked hard by someone in his knees, and he was kicked to one leg with a plop.

Immediately afterwards, the pickled vegetable jar on the side of the tun board came from the sound of moving. The bottom of the jar was grinding with stone and soil, and dragged towards him slowly.

Liu Qianling pressed against Tunban and said tremblingly: "Who is it?!" He turned over and leaned against Tunban, groping around in front of him with his hands, and said sternly: "Who is it!"

The wind was pouring into the cellar, and the blizzard roared and roared. His voice was as thin as paper, and he could easily be torn apart this night.

The sound of dragging the jar disappeared.

Liu Qianling quickly grabbed the Tunban, and his fingers reached the sickle inside. But the knife was frozen to death. He buckled it hard, shaved his fingers into the ice, and said in a random way: "What do you want? I have, I have! I give it all!"

The knife handle was loose, and he was delighted and was about to drag it out.

At the time, the pickled vegetable jar was lifted up in a muffled voice, and it was shaken and suddenly hit his chest. Liu Qianling ran into the Tunban after a sound, and almost vomited blood by this move. He trembled and said, "Don't, don't hit--"

The jar was smashed back frantically, and Natun board was hit by a human body, and the cabbage behind it rolled all over the ground. Liu Qianling really retching, and his chest was stuffy and rolled. It was known that the visitor was not good, so he grabbed the knife and tried to make a life. But the pickled vegetable jar was thumped at his feet, and then the front was dragged and his fist was smashed on his face.

The fist was not very strong, but Liu Qianling suddenly felt a painful cry, and he could no longer care about the sickle, and he hit the fist in a mess and wanted to hug his head. Because the fist was not heavy, the stone knife stuck in the gap between his fingers could poke a sharp pain in the face.

He had already bleeding, and his hand was wiping his face, and he screamed in pain: "Why not, no! Don't smash it!"

The other party stepped on his folded leg, and Liu Qianling, who was carrying the weight, pushed the person hard. He was trembling in pain. The other party actually expected that he wanted to push him, so he just grabbed his hair and kicked him in the chest.

Liu Qianling was half a life-threateningly smashed by the previous pickled vegetable jar. How could he bear the chest? But when he pushed just now, he had already found some way. He whined and said in horror: "Shi! Shiyu!"

His voice not only shouted out, but also heard the other party's pause. His scalp was so painful that it hurt. He begged: "Is Xiao Yu, right?" His hand trembled and took out the sickle, and still begged: "You, are you following Uncle Liu? I have a lot of friendship with your father, you, you--" He immediately waved the sickle and chopped over the person in front of him, scolding: "You little beast!"

Shi Yu was smashed by a sickle and Liu Qianling had already broken away from him. The sickle kept slashing and cursing wildly: "I want to chop you up and feed you to the dog! Little beast!"

Unexpectedly, Shi Yu rushed over without any chance, letting the knife in his arm flow blood, and only hit Liu Qianling Zaitunban. He grabbed his throat with both hands and kicked him between his legs. Shi Yu knew that he could not fight him, so he only used his strength and ruthlessness on his feet, which made Liu Qianling tremble all over. Shi Yu stomped on his life and almost killed him.

The sound of Natun board being cracked was broken. Liu Qianling had already let go of his hand holding the sickle. He curled up and hid, struggling in the rotten vegetable leaves.

Shi Yu was stuck in the man, but he couldn't kill him. Liu Qianling cried and struggled, and asked for help. Shi Yu picked up the sickle on the ground and chopped it down hard. Liu Qianling rolled over in pain and cried and kept begging. He listened to Shi Yu grabbing his back collar, and the young man's voice was still tender.

"You're going to die."

Liu Qianling's face was full of tears. His lower body was so painful that he could only say in the darkness: "I'll give you money! I'll give you money! I'll give you mother, I'll give you everything!"

"You can't just die like this." Shi Yu let go of the sickle and broke the ice edges in the Tunbanban. He pulled Liu Qianling's neck and dragged the person in front of him.

Liu Qianling had an unknown premonition. He clearly looked at the ice edge in the darkness and raised it in his eyes, and said in a panic: "No, no, no, no! No, no! Shi Yu! Shi Yu! Uncle please! No!"

Shi Yu couldn't hear it, and his mind and ears were full of Widow Shi's crying.

Hanliang's hands were pressed against his shoulders, and Liu Qianling's eyes were penetrated by the ice edges, screaming and howling. So much blood soaked his hands, Shi Yu held him down, and the dampness and stickiness between his fingers were damp and hot.

Liu Qianling screamed in pain, and his hand slapped Shi Yu's shoulder gravity. The other end was shaking, but he couldn't shake the severe pain in his eyes. Shi Yu listened to him from verbs to crying, and then from howling to cursing.

"You beast!" He only had these few words left in the end, "You evil ghost!"

Shi Yu's eyes turned red, gritted his teeth, and used a stone knife to understand him thoroughly.

The wind was clamoring above, as if a ghost was running. Shi Yu stood up, and his hands were full of stickiness in this silence. He could not see the color, and his raised hands seemed to be shaking. His spine that had been tightly tight suddenly loosened, and he was drying his throat, as if the tyranny he had just now was not himself.

Snow chips fell from above, and he suddenly looked over and saw Liu Wanchen creeping away.

Shi Yu rolled in his stomach, and he took a step back, holding the Tunban, and vomited violently. After his stomach was slightly calmer, he squatted down and touched out the piece of paper that Liu Qianling had stuck to his chest. The paper was stuck on the blood, Shi Yu kneaded the paper and climbed up the earth steps.

The blizzard outside was furious, and Shi Yu was trembling with coldness. The courtyard was pitch black, and he followed the way he came back step by step.

The snow plowed the cheeks that night, and Shi Yu couldn't remember the trance in the middle. He only remembered the hiking coldness, his whole body was stiff, and his legs and feet were numb. Back in the yard, he hooked up the box hanging on the well wall with a long hook, and burned all the blood paper that had been pinched all the way in the house.

The pried open box shook off a stack of paper and fell into the basin, allowing the flames to lick it. Shi Yu stared at the gradually yellowed and wrinkled page.

"Now the prince is clear that he is actually the prince of the previous dynasty... the remnant."

Shi Yu didn't know who the prince was, nor who the prince was in the previous dynasty. He only understood that it was these pieces of paper that took his father's life, ruined his mother's life, and killed his brother's life.

He watched the paper page gradually turn into dust and wanted to raise his hand to wipe his face. But his hands were raised in front of him, but it seemed to be bloody and dirty. The water ticked on his fingertips. He didn't know where the water fell, but he just looked at the hands indifferently in the dark.

He vomited in his throat, and Shi Yuhou leaned against the door and suddenly kicked the brazier open. He rubbed his hair randomly, pressed against the door tightly, and buried his head between his knees.

The ghosts and wolves howled outside the door almost made him collapse.

"Shi Yu!"

Shi Yu suddenly raised his head, panting. Zhong You bent over and patted his back with his hand, and said, "What are you stunned?"

Shi Yu suddenly stepped sideways to wipe the hand away. He quickly covered his mouth and nose with one hand, forcing the nausea rolling in his stomach, and said, "It's okay." He seemed to be determined repeatedly, and said, "It's okay."

Zhong You paused his hand and pulled a little distance between the two. He saw the chaos in Shi Yu's eyes. Zhong You narrowed his eyes slightly, lowered his hands, and did not force him to approach. He just continued to say warmly: "When the museum has not seen you return for a long time, I will come. Stand on the street to block the road, let's go back?"

Shi Yu was a little loose and tense in the warm voice, and he responded with a nostalgic sound. Zhong You smiled and stepped forward to attract him.

"There is no sugar at home, so go buy a few packs first." Zhong You didn't look back, just shook in the crowd.

Shi Yu, who was behind, was stunned for a while, and raised his hand to block Zhong You when someone bumped into Zhong You, pulled Zhong You closer and took him away.

It was the hand that pulled Zhong You's arm, and he stopped for a moment and then let go. His forehead covered his eyes and blocked the stormy waves that were rolling deep in the air. His face became more and more cold, and he asked Zhong You to read a little lonely.

Zhong You looked back at the widow's courtyard, but said nothing.

On the way back, Shi Yu seemed to be restored as usual. He sent Zhong You back to the liba courtyard, looked at the charcoal fire in the flue, and said goodbye and returned home. Zhong You stood at the gate of the liba courtyard and watched him walk away, and walked around the door a few times.

Finally, I was stunned in the cold of late autumn, rubbing the rough branches, not knowing what I was thinking.

Shi Yu returned home and arrived at the door. The disgusting feeling surged. He stood by the well, poured cold water, and poured himself through.

The rolled-up sleeves revealed the scars on his elbows. He washed his hands in the water, and kept washing his hands.
Chapter completed!