Chapter 8-7

The room was very quiet. After this moment of pause, Yan Furui finally remembered to chew the milk in his mouth.

Qin Fang was a little uneasy. Si Teng never looked like a patient person. This was completely her private matter. Why did she tell him everything in detail?

Among the three, perhaps only Yan Furui really used this as a story: "What about it later?"

Si Teng smiled: "Later, I went."

In advance, she had guessed that the meeting would not be so smooth, but Bai Ying's stubbornness was far beyond her imagination.

Bai Ying didn't think it was Shao Yankuan's fault. She blamed everything on Qiu Shan's trick.

——Qiu Shan must have said a lot of bad things to me in front of Yan Kuan, so Yan Kuan was blinded.

——He is the eldest son, and the pressure on his family business is very heavy. Qiu Shan is despicable. He uses money to seduce him, but he is just confused for a moment.

——I believe that as long as I give me some time and spend a long time with him, he will know that I treat him sincerely and will change my view.

Yan Kuan Yankuan, Shao Yankuan did nothing wrong. Even if he wiped your neck with a knife, he could only blame the knife for being disobedient. Si Teng said coldly that he mocked Bai Ying: "Shao Yankuan already has a wife. If you want to be a child for others, won't you feel embarrassed?

Not only do we lose face, but we all have no face when we act as demons.”

"Yan Kuan said that he would marry me openly and have all the rules he should have. He would not let me down. In addition to the old style, he would also have another Western-style wedding that was popular in Shanghai."

"You believe this, too?"

Bai Ying stared into her eyes: "I believe it.

If he doesn't do it..."

Her voice suddenly became a little cold: "If he doesn't do it, I won't marry."

Didn’t he want Qiushan’s money?

For the sake of money, he has to make me do what I want.

I won’t lose my face. I will marry a noble and glorious matchmaker. After I get to him, I will stay with him day and night. Are you still afraid that he will not change his mind?"

Si Teng's smile gradually became colder: "That means, there is nothing to talk about?"

It must be admitted that before she came to see Bai Ying, she had plans to do something, and she believed that Bai Ying would be the same.

Force is always prepared for negotiation failure.

Si Teng looked at Qin Fang with a smile: "At that time, I never thought that I would be killed by Bai Ying."

"Even now, I still can't figure it out. I have no distractions in my heart, abandoning the human feelings that are not monsters, and being a monster wholeheartedly, wanting to pull Bai Ying back. In terms of emotion and reason, I should be the one who wins. Why, God chose her?"

She used the word "select", and Qin Fang remembered what she had just said.

——When splitting, there is no absolute equality and even force, it seems that it is only half, and one side will definitely be stronger.

No one knows which side is stronger in advance. It is understandable to say that God chose, but what is the criteria for God to choose?

Qin Fang and Si Teng have the same confusion: from any aspect, Si Teng should be stronger. To put it bluntly, she is a demon orthodox, and Bai Ying falls in love with Shao Yankuan and is whimsical about what kind of child to have. It is equivalent to rebellion and has no brains. He is willing to kill Si Teng for an unworthy man. Why is Bai Ying stronger?

However, in Yan Furui's opinion, this is not a matter at all: Bai Yingqiang is just Bai Yingqiang, this is not something he can control, it is just like someone is born beautiful and some are born ugly. This is fate. What is Miss Si Teng going to worry about?

He was eager to learn what happened next: "Miss Si Teng, what about later?"

later?

She didn't see what happened later, but she already had a roughly clear outline in her heart. Part of it came from Jia Guizhi's story and Bai Ying's letter in the black strip, part of it was spliced ​​together from fragments found these days.

That night, Jia Guizhi's great master Jia San, an ordinary rickshaw driver, appeared in the bankrupt Huamei Textile Factory by chance, and pushed open the workshop door in a mess.

What he saw in front of him made him lose his soul. When he tried his best to escape, the door slammed.

pedal, pedal, pedal...

The foot sound of the high heels stopped in front of him. Jia San was frightened and his body shook into a sieve. He kowtowed like pounding garlic. Bai Ying asked him, "Do you want to live?"

Jia San's teeth were shaking violently. He even said several "thinking", and his pronunciation was so strange that it was difficult to distinguish. Then, he suddenly felt like an ant worm was squirming on his back, crossing his neck, and slowly climbing onto his cheeks. In front of Bai Ying, he didn't dare to reach out to pat. When it was so itchy that the goblin-like thing suddenly slid and rushed into his nostrils.

Next, like the Taoist priest Wang Qiankun, Jia San learned the power of Tengsha. He crawled on the ground in convulsions. The stars in front of him were shaking, but the sound of ticks and drops of blood were always clearly ringing in his ears.

Bai Ying said: "If you are obedient, you will not have to suffer this in the future."

She ordered Jia San to take away the body with dry blood. The war was in the north, and it was not safe. The war in the south was in chaos and was not stable. The southwest was not allowed to go and asked to go northwest. The wider the land, the better the population. She said: "I heard that there are aliens in the northwest. They are good. They will not ask questions about the Han people. After you arrive, stay there and write a letter to tell me your address."

She told Jia San to remember the address of the letter. When she talked about the recipient, she hesitated for a long time before saying, "Just send it to me, Bai Ying, Miss Bai."

Jia San shook his eyes: "Miss Bai, I can't read."

Bai Ying said: "Just write an address and find someone who can write for you.

but……"

A secret smile appeared on her face: "You can't move. After everything I have finished, I will write you a letter. Maybe three or five years later, maybe six or seven years later, be patient and will definitely wait."

"You can't read this letter, you can only read it by yourself. You learn to recognize words yourself, and you can read it after you know it. There is no difference between reading in the morning and evening.

Everything I want to say and what you want to do is in the letter.

I'm not afraid of you having any unfair intentions. If you want to die, just give it a try."

He also said: "The body should be buried well and buried in a place that ordinary people cannot find. The more remote the better.

I can still use it in the future.”

Jia Sanduo's is even more powerful.

He found cloth in the pile of waste cloth in the textile factory, wrapped the body, curled up and stuffed it into his rickshaw seat, and pulled the cart home, his legs were so weak that they had no strength.

When he got home, he hid his body first. His wife searched his money bag. Seeing that he had not earned much money, his face was as dark as the cloudy day. He scolded him for the fact that he had consumed too much yellow soup and was not good at doing business. He stared at his wife's mouths that were open and closed and said, "We have to move and go to the Northwest."

After saying that, he fell head-on, as if he had drunk the previous one, and he couldn't wake up no matter how he shook it. The next morning, he reiterated the old words, and his wife realized that he was not talking nonsense. He was furious and hanged, and no more than ten dishes and bowls fell. Jia San regretted it.

At this moment, my son suddenly said, "Ada, you fell asleep yesterday, and something long crawled out of your nose. I leaned over and looked, and it got into my ears. It was very itchy, but when I woke up in the morning, it was no longer itchy. I don't know if I was dazzled or dreaming."

Vine Kill!

Jia San was frightened first and then angry, and raised his hand and threw the pot lid on the stove: "You can go or not, you can't leave. I'll take my son away. You can find another man to remarry!"

...

After traveling along the way and several times, the Jia San family finally settled in Nangqian.

He went to a big county town and sent a letter to Miss Bai Ying, but Nangqian was not as difficult as Shanghai. It was difficult to recognize words. Most of the residents around him could not even speak Chinese. Finally, they met one or two people who were good at writing, either in the army or had status. Who was patient in teaching him to read and write?

I was stuttering and wanted to make a living in another place, and I didn’t have time to really learn characters. After a few years, I still counted the characters I knew with two hands.

Miss Bai Ying said before that it may be three to five years, six to seven years, but in fact, this letter came later than expected. The letter was brought by a large sum of money to a businessman who went to the northwest to do business, and was afraid that it would be lost by public post.

I know the two words on the envelope: Bai Ying.

These two words seem to bring a nightmare again.

Jia San read letters while recognizing the words. Later, he participated in literacy and sent a teacher to the city. He became more thoughtful and copied a few words every day with a pen, disrupting the order, and asked the teacher: "Sir, what do you pronounce this word? What does it mean?"

One day, I finally understood all the letters, and I felt like I was covered in ice water. Then I realized that the debt I had inexplicably brought from the sky was endless to my life.

Miss Bai asked him in the letter, did Tengsha have found the man in the same way?

The son always wants to have a child, whether it is a son or a daughter, this vine killing will be passed down from generation to generation. Of course, it will not be endless. There is one thing that requires Jia San's descendants to do. From that night, starting from seventy years and eighty years, if it cannot be done in the end, vine killing will take human life. Not only will it be human life, but it will also be a death to the family.

However, if it is done, there will be rewards. No matter what request he makes, even if the dead are resurrected, it is no problem...

Jia San calculated tremblingly, and then he stretched his ten fingers in front of his eyes, and then he remembered that there were not enough numbers. Will he count from that night?

It was 1937, which means there was one thing that you could do in 2007, but if it wasn't done by 2017...

2007, at that time, he had died long ago. His son was not in his turn. He might be his grandson, or he might be a generation later...

His heart beat like a drum, and he read the things he told him to do in the letter over and over again.

In the letter, a town with silkworms and silkworms is mentioned in the suburbs of Hangzhou, a large family in the town, and a man named Qin Laifu.

A chill rose from Qin Fang's heart.

Si Teng stopped talking, she turned around and stared at the portrait of Bai Ying on the wall for a long time.

Qin Fang's voice trembled a little: "The town you mentioned... There is my old house in that town, Qin Laifu... It seems to be..."

Si Teng interrupted him: "It doesn't seem like Qin Laifu is your great master's name."

"Qin Fang, should I come and kowtow? If I guess correctly, you are the descendant of Bai Ying and Shao Yankuan."

In an instant, the room was as quiet as death.
Chapter completed!