Pluto entangles marriage: this night is not too cold

Vigorous and powerful calligraphy was spread on the palm-sized white paper. It could be seen that the person who left was in a hurry, and many strokes were connected.

It's just that there was only a poem written on it, and it was still a very unpopular one.

The high hall is gloomy and Chongchong, and the vast mansion is desolate and desolate.

The breeze blows from the boudoir, and the setting sun shines on the courtyard.

Hesitating under the cloud house, Xiaoge leans on Huaying.

If you don't return when you go, who will I act as?

Furnace fumigation is closed and not used, and dust is generated on the mirror box.

Qi Luo is abnormal, and Jin Cui is dark and listless.

The delicacies are forgotten, and the wine is often stopped.

Gu Zhan was empty and silent, only the sound of sparrows could be heard.

Worries and thoughts belong to each other, and the center is like a sleepless night.

I stared at it for a long time, but I didn't realize that it was written by that expert, but the handwriting was also left by Qin Luo.

"Mom, this poem." Just as I was about to explain, a heavy dictionary was thrown into my arms, and the cover was all yellow.

Before opening it, the mother continued to speak: "Go back to the house and have a look. If he really betrayed you, then don't worry about it."

"My Bai Wei's daughter is not a lowly person to be treated like a third child."

A sense of humiliation lingers in my heart, I just feel that even the voice of the ground has become fishy and sweet. I don't blame my mother for not understanding, but shouldn't I also consider my feelings a little bit when speaking?
"Mom, I don't understand what you are talking about!" My tone also became cold, how many times, no matter what I do or what happens to me, my mother will always think that it is my fault, My fault is that I seduce others.

"I don't understand? Then tell me, why would someone call me, tell me to keep an eye on you, tell me not to let you go to her man, and why, I would find a man's underwear in your room! Most The important thing is, Gu Anzhi, the man you've been thinking about hasn't shown up yet, don't you think you're pathetic?"

The more my mother spoke, the louder her voice became. Although there were no other people around, the grief and indignation in my heart became more and more profound.

Is it all my choice?

"He didn't show up because he wanted to earn a dowry for me, and this time he was captured by the green ghost! Mom, you tell me not to go to him now, because you want me to be like you, so that my children don't Father? Did you accept everyone's eyes and exclusion from childhood?"

I don't know where I got the courage to say all these words, and the stone that has been pressing in my heart seems to be shattered at this moment.

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My mother's face turned red at this moment, and that plain white hand suddenly raised, and slapped me heavily on the face.

There was a crisp sound of "snap".

I turned my face away in pain, a hot stream flowed out of my nose, I reached out to wipe it, it was a golden liquid, it was my mutated blood.

The original anger on the mother's face also froze there at this moment.

With shaking hands, she carefully glued my blood and put it on the tip of her nose. Soon, she backed away again and again.

Although she was trying to suppress herself, I could still see fear and disbelief in her eyes.

That's right, I didn't have any image in my heart at all, but at this moment, I'm afraid I'll just become a monster.

"Gu Anzhi! You"

Mother shivered and leaned on the wall to look at me, her tone was that unprecedented alienation.
She opened her mouth, but said nothing again. For a moment, the living room fell into extreme silence, and I even heard the sound of my own blood dripping on the ground, as if even they were mocking me.

"I'm going out, take care." I walked back to the room, took my backpack and the jade flute left by Nanlai, and went straight out the door without looking at my mother.

It has only been ten minutes since I entered the door, and now I am squatting on the side of the road, and I suddenly feel that I have failed.

I didn't even dare to turn my head, because I was afraid that my mother wouldn't come after me if I turned my head.Although, I can't find any reason for her to come to me.

Within a day, it was Su Han first, and then his mother.

I suddenly became the widow of the "Gu" family.
Walking aimlessly on the street, watching the people coming and going.

I don't know exactly how I'm going to do it to please everyone.

The note left by Qin Luo lies quietly in my palm, it seems that at this moment, this is the only thing left for me.

But, what am I going to do by myself?

"If you are destined, come and count it. If it doesn't work, you don't need money!" A lewd voice suddenly broke into my mind. There were a few people sitting on ponytails, some with long braids, some in Longhushan Daoist robes, and one professional, who even stuck a huge and incomparably black patch on himself.

The eight-legged beard glistened from the light he stroked.

I squinted my eyes and glanced at them. Most of them were people with no karma and no fluctuations in spiritual power. They must have just come out to make a living.

The old man who called me was only wrapped in a mat, but the light of merit and virtue on his body was no less than that of the monk in Qibaoshan Temple.

Great man, I smiled at him, but I didn't intend to go.

I just didn't expect that when I walked to the next intersection, the familiar voice appeared again.

"Little friend, don't you really want to come here? If it doesn't work, you don't need money!"

I was speechless, but I also respected this kind of person with merit, so I could only softly say: "Master, I really don't need fortune-telling."

The old man saw me reaching out to salute, but he didn't refuse, but stood in front of me with a smile.

"Master, I really don't want to count, and I don't need to count!" I didn't intend to get entangled with him, but this person is like that plaster, so irritating.

"Come on, come on, do the math and you won't lose any meat. You see, there is depression between your brows. If this continues, you and your child will have accidents!"

The old man smiled wretchedly at me, that smile was flattering no matter how you looked at it, but it managed to keep me.

You know, he didn't even look at my pulse to know that I have a child.

I followed him suspiciously, and sat together on the curb on the side of the road. The old man rubbed his hands, and took out a cucumber from his arms and gnawed it. That was not a normal style of painting, at this moment It's getting sharper, especially, this guy is still telling you what metaphysics is.

"Girl, this person, no matter he is a good person or a bad person, will have his own bad time. But, we can't doubt life because of this, right?"

As soon as the old man opened his mouth, he directly explained my current situation.

"You see, even the sun is not so perfect sometimes, so why do you have to force yourself so much?"

My heart was full of surprise, but I didn't dare to speak, so I could only stare at him, trying to get the answer I wanted from under the sunglasses.

"Hey, little baby, don't keep talking, I feel lonely as an old man."

The old man said with a sad face, and the corners of my mouth twitched, but I also let go of my guard against him a lot.

"Master, I don't know what to say, I'm just a little confused."

The old man shook his head, ate the cucumber in one gulp, and took out an extremely huge apple from his arms, sat there and ate it very addictively, spitting and flying.

"Don't be confused, just live well. Don't worry about Xia at such a young age, or when you really should worry about it, you won't be exhausted!" The old man looked at me disapprovingly, and suddenly reached out and patted my arm .

Before I could react, the note that had been lying in the palm of my hand was pulled away.

"Well, the writing is not bad, but it lacks some human touch."

The old man clicked his tongue twice and began to comment. I was about to speak when I heard him say again: "This is a poem by Xu Gan in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. It basically describes the dynamics of a lovesick woman. , and described all kinds of scenery and utensils in later poems. This poet's technique is also unique. He not only achieves the integration of the subjective and objective world, but also always uses the environment and objective things as tools to express the character's psychology, making them always in a subordinate position
"only."

As the old man spoke, he suddenly stopped, and my heart rose to my throat.

She stared at him intently, for fear of missing something important.

However, the old man showed his clothes with a similar expression: "It's just to express the emotions of a woman. Judging from the handwriting, it should be a man. Is it a pervert?"

"Oh, no, it's not that men are popular now, um, maybe this is the legendary shou. By the way, isn't this shou the one who was suppressed? Could it be that this person wants to express that he is waiting to be suppressed?"

"Push"

I couldn't help laughing, although I knew he was talking nonsense on purpose, but I couldn't help laughing because I automatically made up for Qin Luo's paralyzed face.

Coupled with the old man's vivid words, I wanted to laugh even more.

"Why? Old man, am I wrong? However, in the capital, I seem to have heard of a strange place. It's not convenient for me to enter that place. If you really want to find someone, you might as well go there to see it. look."

"You mean that there is an address written in this poem?" I exclaimed in surprise, causing passers-by to stare at me, but when they saw the old man and my attire, they all turned their heads back.

The old man tilted his head, said that the note was put back in my hand, and suddenly put his backhand on my wrist, his eyebrows twitched a few times, and the constipated look on his face became more serious.

"I didn't say anything, you came up with it yourself. Tsk tsk tsk, it's actually twins, it's simply unscientific. It seems that I really have been away from society for too long, old man."

unscientific.
A magician actually said it was unscientific, and I suddenly felt that the whole person was not good.

But looking at him like that, he couldn't say anything to refute.

In this way, we sat on the porch and chatted until dark. I wanted to give him money, but he refused directly.

But when I turned around to leave.

But he suddenly stopped me.

"Little friend, please take care of me!"