The White Moonlight of Transmigration is back

Chapter 3
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Comparing the melodious mechanical sound in his head, Gu Tu slightly curled his lips and opened his eyes, subconsciously frowned at a strand of spider silk hanging from the corner of the ceiling.

This is the Zhang family where I lived when I was a child?It's really poor.

Strange emotions ebbed and flowed like tides, and the emotions in Gu Tu's eyes changed again and again, and the fingers holding Xia quilt were tightened and tightened again and again, resisting the hatred that swallowed up his reason.

Good and evil are rewarded, isn't she here to repay, don't worry.

Gu Tu finally calmed down the turbulent emotions, and let out a long breath.

Summer insects chirped, and there was a smoky smell that lingered on the tip of her nose for many years, making her empty belly growl.

So hungry.

Gu Tu held his stomach and turned over to sit up. He lowered his head and glanced at the clothes that were tightly wrapped around him. The sticky feeling of sweat under the clothes was uncomfortable.

Gu Tu thought for a while, then took out a small cloth bag from the bed, opened it, picked up a sweet root that was picked and washed during the day, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully.

A touch of sweet juice entered the stomach to soothe the troubled stomach, Gu Tu relaxed the brows, and the swelling head became clearer.

There was a burst of snoring from the next door, and a coldness appeared in Gu Tu's eyes. He put the cloth bag into his arms, casually took out a handy pair of scissors from under the pillow, put on embroidered shoes and went to the ground.

The moonlight penetrated into the thinly washed and faded old curtains, reflecting the cramped half of the room dimly, and the elongated shadows of various things trembled slightly, like ghosts.

It was the time of night terrors that she feared the most when she was young.

If it were her who had gone through vicissitudes now, she would not be afraid of this bluff phantom of the dead.

The worst thing in this world is the human heart!

Gu Tu regained his composure, and gently pushed open the thin wooden door in the east room.

There was a soft squeak, which was particularly ear-piercing in the quiet summer night, but was easily buried in the loud snoring.

Gu Tulue stood up slightly, his eyes shining like cold stars in the darkness, looking at the big and small groups who were sleeping soundly on the bed--
Her mother, the man her mother married, and their newborn son.

Gu Tu calmed down, clenched the scissors in his hand, sneaked a few steps, removed his sour-smelling cloth shoes and got under the bed.

Chirping a few times, Gu Tu waved the scissors in his hand to disperse these daring house thieves.

Suddenly, the bed board above the head made a few sounds, and the baby in light sleep whimpered and was pulled into the arms of its mother, patted and coaxed twice skillfully, and soon fell asleep again.

Gu Tu waited silently for a while, and when the top of his head subsided, he took advantage of the cover of the thunderous snoring, and groped for the compacted ground under the bed. He felt a slight bump in two or three, and knew he had found the place.

Holding back his strength, Gu Tu patiently dug along the edge of the protrusion with the tip of the scissors. After a lot of effort, he dug a full two inches deep before touching the hard stone slab.

After a long time, Gu Tu dug open the gap on one side of the stone slab, inserted the tip of the scissors into it to pry the stone slab open a bit, touched it with his thin and thin hands, and took out a small oiled paper bag.

Gently pinch, the inside of the oil paper bag is hard.She opened the oil-paper package very slowly and gently, took away the fan pendant and a piece of broken silver, rewrapped the rest of the silver, and buried it back in the ground.

Gu Tu wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, put the stone slab back in place and covered it with loess in one go, stepped on his buttocks and pressed it several times, then lightly dusted the dust off his clothes, and quietly crawled to the other side of the bed, tiptoeing Get out of the house.

The summer night was sultry, so the door of the house was opened to let in some drafts to relieve the heat and fall asleep, which saved her hands and feet.

She is the only girl who sleeps at night with the doors and windows closed and her clothes neatly dressed to avoid suspicion. It is really miserable.

Gu Tu walked out of the courtyard and let out a hard breath.

Somebody's loyal big yellow dog barked twice, and the sleepy owner scolded him, and it quickly stopped.

Gu Tu walked out of the village sullenly.

That home, for her, would soon be unsafe.

(End of this chapter)