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

Luo Mingyue naturally refused to drink. At this time, Song Tingran said quietly: "You can die if you want, but you must die clearly. Drink the water, and we will go hang with you together."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was surprised, but no one dared to raise objections.

Luo Mingyue opened his eyes wide, as if he saw the savior. He really couldn't live anymore, so he drank a lot of water.

"Xingzi, untie him."

"Qiao, go to Luo Mingyue's wardrobe, find the best outfit and put it on for him."

No one knew what Song Tingran was going to do, but they all followed the instructions.

Soon, Luo Mingyue changed into a pair of clean lotus-colored clothes, with green bamboo embroidery on the waist. They were very delicate. Even the shoes were the new ones he made a while ago. He had been reluctant to wear them, so he kept them on his chest. cabinet.

After finishing preparations, Song Tingran stood up and looked at the sky outside, which was already starting to get bright.

"Come on, we will accompany you to hang yourself at the spot you chose. I think it's pretty good."

Luo Mingyue walked at the front, followed by Han Congxing and Gu Yan, while Song Tingran, Shi Yan, and Chang Yuqiao were at the back.

A group of people came to the back of the embroidery workshop. The hemp rope for hanging was still hanging on the tree, an overturned stool, and the surrounding footprints were messy.

"Luo Mingyue, make it clear that you must die, so that this life is not considered alive. Tell us, we also know something."

Luo Mingyue looked at Song Tingran and knelt down with a plop. This was land and there was no gravel road. Dust started to rise and the clothes he had just changed were stained.

"Master, I really can't live anymore. I came back on the day I got married. I know everyone is talking about me. I don't have the courage to continue living."

"I wanted to live inside the coffin, and wanted to die when I came out. I was really in pain."

"I can't repay your kindness to me. I can only do more sewing these days. Thank you for saving me again and again. I don't deserve to live in this world."

Luo Mingyue kowtowed deeply, Song Tingran just watched and did not stop him like before.

"Master, let me die, please."

"Okay, but I have a few more words to say. You stand up first."

Shi Yan pulled Song Tingran's sleeve, and she held his hand without letting go.

Luo Mingyue stood up staggeringly, and Song Tingran did not allow anyone to help him.

"Luo Mingyue, you live your life for yourself. Look at the clothes you wear, the shoes you wear, the place you live, think about your daily food, the work you do, and the people who accompany you. This is Many people hope for a better life."

"I know that that incident had a great impact on you, but it is not your fault. You should not punish yourself for other people's mistakes. If you die, other people's comments will only be bigger. No one can help you distinguish every word. ."

"If you die, die under the rising sun, in front of those of us who have worked hard for life, and die in an honorable manner."

"When you die, I will burn everything about you. If I go with you, it will be as if you never existed."

"The sun has risen, take the time to get on the road."

Song Tingran held her hand very tightly. In fact, she was still nervous, but in this era, she didn't know what words to comfort her, so she could only draw out the firepower.

Take a gamble.

I bet Luo Mingyue actually still has the future she wants.

I bet that in the few years he spent in this embroidery workshop, he learned not only the craft of embroidery, but also a change in his thinking.

Bet he is willing to give himself a chance to face a new life.

Under everyone's gaze, Luo Mingyue set up the bench and readjusted the position of the hemp rope.

He stood in the center of the stool, and a ray of sunlight hit his back. When he looked back, the rays of the sun that had just risen were also so dazzling.

"The sunshine is so nice."

Luo Mingyue whispered, then put a hemp rope around his neck, but did not kick the stool away for a long time.

Gu Yan's empty eyes shed tears, and his sobbing became louder and louder. Han Congxing put his arm around his shoulders and couldn't bear to look.

Chang Yuqiao looked at Song Tingran, his sleeves already ruffled.

"Woof woof woof -" Manfu shouted in the garden, mixed with the sound of crowing, full of the breath of life.

Luo Mingyue was standing on the stool. She raised one foot and kicked the stool down hard. At the same time, she also pulled away the hemp rope from her neck.

The whole person fell to the ground. He did not get up. He lay on the ground and looked at the sky, which gradually became brighter and brighter.

"Master, I want to live. Thank you. I will live well. But, what should I do?"

Everyone was very happy when they heard what Luo Mingyue said. Han Congxing and Gu Yan hurried over and helped the person up.

"You go back first, wash your face, eat something, take a nap, and work in the embroidery workshop as before. If you hear something, don't pay attention to it."

"it is good."

Han Congxing and Gu Yan took Luo Mingyue back to the embroidery workshop. Chang Yuqiao said that he was not very relieved and went to have a look. After a while, Li Zhuangzhuang and Zhu Yuan arrived, and he went back.

Song Tingran knew that Changyuqiao valued the people in Xiufang, so he let him go. Anyway, they were close, just a few steps away.

No matter when, it's always good to be close to home.

Song Tingran and Shi Yan returned home. Both of them were still frightened, so they went directly to the kitchen and drank some water.

Wen Ci and the others were already making breakfast. Since Song Tingran and the others left in the middle of the night, the whole family, except the children, had not slept well and got up early.

"Master Wife, I was really afraid that Luo Mingyue couldn't think about it just now."

"Me too, but people often choose a quiet death in darkness and loneliness. But anyone who feels the heat has hope of living."

While the children at home were still washing themselves in the bathroom, Song Tingran and Shi Yan told their husbands about the rescue of Luo Mingyue, and they had an idea in their minds.

breakfast.

The Zaizai all looked worried, after all, they did hear a knock on the door in the middle of the night.

Song Leyu: "Mother, what happened last night?"

"Ah, it's just something about the embroidery workshop." Song Tingran said casually, she didn't want her Zaizai to know.

Song Leyu tilted his little head, and the cubs looked at each other, obviously not believing this statement.

Shi Lean: "Is it about Luo Mingyue?"

The adults were all shocked. They didn't know how the Zaizai knew it, and they looked at each other.

Song Tingran pointed at Qiao Jinshu, who shook his head desperately and mouthed: "It's not me."

She looked at Sang Cheng again, and he shook his head desperately. With his innocent look, she could tell that it wasn't him.

How did the bastards know that?

Shi Yan gave Song Tingran a don't panic look and asked, "An'an, how do you know it's about Luo Mingyue?"