Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

"Is this milk tea?"

"Ah."

"It tastes the same as Zuixianglou, but where did you learn it?"

"No."

"Then why..."

Song Tingran dropped the cup in his hand and stared at Mei Shuangjin.

Mei Shuangjin was trained not to panic at all. When she came in, she noticed that Chang Yuqiao was embroidering a fan by the window on the second floor.

No wonder her people searched the embroidery shop at night and couldn't find the goods to be supplied to Moxianglou. They were all here.

"As far back as I can remember, I have been learning excerpts from my sister. They were in a troupe. The class leader was strict and would beat and scold them at every turn. For useful people, they had enough to eat, but for useless trash, they had to practice day and night. ."

"My sister was not very talented and was kicked out. I was heartbroken, but I was hugged tightly and couldn't chase her out."

"It's just that after that time, we never met again. As I grew older, I had already earned enough money and embarked on the road to find my sister."

"You are really like my sister, especially when you criticize me, but privately, you still love me very much."

Mei Shuangjin burst into tears as she spoke, and Song Tingran was truly moved, and understood why she always looked so proud, because she wanted to bury the past.

The more a person lacks something, the more he is willing to reveal it.

"If you want to find someone, you can go to the government office. The county magistrate is a good official and she will help you."

As soon as Song Tingran finished the last word, she felt something was wrong. She frowned and asked, "Since you have completely left the troupe, why do you have scars all over your body?"

"Because I am too popular in Guan Xiangcheng, there are countless people who want me to come into the house to sing opera. I have offended someone, and that person has great power. He threw me into such a place where no one can shit, and even sent People look at me and make me unable to leave Ping'an Town for the rest of my life. The waiter you saw is one of them. He is respectful on the surface but constantly beating and scolding behind his back."

Mei Shuangjin almost believed this because she had made it up. It was the result of spending many days and practicing it dozens of times, and every word was taken to heart.

"You can also try to go to the government office for this matter. Although I don't know who the powerful person you are talking about is, in the boundaries of Ping'an Town, the county magistrate will not ignore it. At least he can give you your freedom."

Mei Shuangjin stood up unsteadily, held her forehead, and looked outside weakly.

"No, I don't want to trouble the county magistrate anymore."

Snapped.

Mei Shuangjin fell to the ground. Song Tingran went to help her and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with you? You, you, you can't die in my house."

The second half of the sentence was very quiet.

"I'm dizzy...so dizzy, can you rest for a while before leaving...Sister, I miss you so much."

Song Tingran was silent, then helped her stand up slowly, and asked Sang Cheng to clean up an empty room so that Mei Shuangjin could rest for a while.

Putting a glass of water on the bedside, Song Tingran closed the door and asked the husbands to keep their voices down.

Mei Shuangjin opened her eyes, smiled, and thought to herself: It's so easy to lie, it seems that she will be able to go back soon.

During lunch, Song Tingran specially gave Mei Shuangjin a portion and put it in the room to eat.

"Are you feeling better? Eat something."

"Well, thank you sister."

Song Tingran did not refute, but had lunch with her husband and prepared things for the full moon in a few days.

The family was playing happily in the courtyard, and their three children were also in the courtyard.

Wen Li took the red cloth, traced it on Yueyue in the cradle, and then cut it, An An was babbling.

"It seems that An An also wants new clothes. An An is not in a hurry. I will make another one for you after little daddy helps Yueyue finish it, okay?"

An An continued to babbling, as if in response.

Mei Shuangjin saw this warm scene from the window, and clenched her hands unconsciously, feeling sour and jealous in her heart. Such a life was what she wanted, but that person never made any promises.

She walks out of the house.

"I'm much better. Thank you. I'm going back to Ping'an Town. If you have a chance, come and listen to me sing opera excerpts."

"Okay, I'll take you to the door."

Song Tingran put down the scissors in his hands and walked side by side with Mei Shuangjin.

"Miss Mei, although many things are unsatisfactory and rare, they have all passed. I believe your sister must be somewhere and blessing you. You go back and recover well. If you have decided to report to the police, I can accompany you."

After saying that, a porcelain jar for treating skin injuries fell into Mei Shuangjin's hands, and she couldn't recover for a moment.

"Let's go back."

"...Goodbye, sister."

Song Tingran looked at her back and left, thinking that if she went back this time, she would be beaten again, but she couldn't figure it out. If she didn't report it to the official, there was nothing anyone could do. She needed to figure it out herself.

As Mei Shuangjin walked, she opened the ointment, dipped a little on her finger, and applied it on her arm.

The identity is false, the story is false, but the scars are real, and her sadness is also real.

She looked back at the Song family and murmured to herself: "Song Tingran, you may be a good person, but this world is inherently unfair. Don't blame me for being cruel."

Night falls.

Dozens of men in black arrived near the Song family.

Mei Shuangjin changed into women's clothing and took out a map of the Song family, which she had discovered during the day.

"This is the inner courtyard. The first room from the left on the second floor is the room with the fish bridge. The recent embroidery is all there. The movements are a little smaller."

"Yes."

A burst of smoke entered Chang Yuqiao's room along the window, and he and Yueyue fell into coma instantly.

Song Tingran was heating milk cans in the kitchen. As soon as he walked into the inner courtyard, he saw that the door of Changyu Bridge was open.

She thought she had forgotten to close the door, so she was very upset and ran up the stairs.

When he opened the door, he saw several men in black climbing out of the back window.

"Who!"

Song Tingran couldn't catch up. Seeing that the room was in a mess and all the embroidery was missing, he realized that it was probably done by Tianzi Embroidery Workshop.

It doesn't matter if something is lost, as long as everything is fine.

"Changyuqiao, wake up, wake up."

Only then did I feel that there was still a lingering odor in the room, so I quickly opened the door to ventilate it.

Then I went to see Yueyue, but there were other rags stuffed under the cradle quilt as an illusion, and there was no one at all.

Yueyue disappeared.

"Yueyue, Yueyue..."

Song Tingran shouted heartbreakingly, and the other husbands also woke up. Xiao Yuchen walked out of the room and bumped into her.

"My wife, what happened? What happened to Yueyue?"

"Quick, everyone in the family, go to Chang Yuqiao's room and take An An and Xiao Yu with you. A thief came to the house and took Yueyue and the embroidery away."

When Song Tingran saw that the others were fine, he told them not to run around, and then chased them out of the gate.

the other side.

Mei Shuangjin was very proud, but frowned at Yueyue.

"Did my order say anything about stealing children?"