The villain does one good thing every day

Duihuo had long since disappeared, and it was well hidden. Only the girl was left standing obediently behind her grandmother, with her shoulders slightly lowered, while the grandmother was feeding her oranges one by one, with a happy smile on her face. The two are immersed in the illusory family happiness together.

Brother Song Jiu, who knocked on the door, handed over the food on the table and retreated.

Everyone sat or stood, staring at the source of all evil, helpless, and waited for a long time without speaking to each other until the wine was cold.

Yu Yao stood up: "The wine is cold, let me warm it up."

Quan Wuyong stepped forward to take it: "Brother, I'll come."

The grandmother's mind was not on the crowd, she was carefully tying the girl's hair while she was talking, not sure if she was speaking to the crowd or to herself.

"It's still a child..." the old lady sighed.

Yu Yao pulled a stool and sat beside her, watching her stroking the girl's hair one by one, and accidentally touching a piece of it, revealing a bloody scalp, but the girl didn't feel it, she was still playing with her fingers and humming .

The old lady just pretended that she didn't know, threw her hair on the ground, and continued to tie the rest together lightly.

Yu Yao asked, "How old is she?"

The old lady smiled kindly: "It's nine years old, this year."

Yu Yao had the final say. In this way, the child was only six years old.

The old lady seemed to have thought of something, and her tone softened: "When she was born, her mother waited for three full days."

Yu Yao smiled: "That's amazing."

The old matriarch narrowed her eyes, and the corners of her eyes glowed warmly: "Yes, they say that they can torture people like this before they are born, and they must be a demon king when they come out."

Yu Yao looked at her with her face on her face: "Is she?"

The old matriarch bent over tremblingly, and kissed the top of the girl's head: "No, Xi'er is the most obedient. Daddy died early, and he fought in the Northwest, so I saw him twice, and mother..." The old matriarch turned to look at her. Yu Yao looked proud, "Old lady, when I was sick, Xi'er was only a little old, and she would take care of me by the bedside. She was still burning herself, her little face was flushed, and she was still guarding by my bedside. Towels and water..."

Yu Yao smiled, the old matriarch pinched the girl's cheek, and the chubby face flicked, and the old matriarch said again: "A few years ago, when I was in the womb, I kissed her."

"Really? With whom?" Yu Yao was already purely chatting.

The old lady handed a freshly torn orange to Yu Yao: "It didn't work, I regret it."

"Oh why?"

The old lady sighed, "I can't speak."

"But..." Yu Yao just wanted to say that the girl can speak now, but then she understood the reason: "Did it... make Xi'er able to speak?"

The old lady did not deny it.

The monks were already sitting far away and reciting the Meditation Sutra. Quan Wuyong and Yan Laixing gathered together, discussing something in a low voice while warming the wine. Looking in Caiwei's direction, he only saw a figure from the back.Ling Xing focused on watching Yu Yao's movement, especially on the girl, ready to catch the moment when she made a move.

Afraid of Ling Xing's gaze, the girl turned her head and buried her face in her grandmother's belly, but was stopped by her grandmother, who patted her head softly, and slowly dozed off.

During this almost warm waiting time for dinner, Yu Yao was rarely let go.

The old matriarch spoke slowly, she looked into nothingness, but she was really telling Yu Yao: "This matter is not easy for me."

Yu Yao also left it empty, but turned back to her: "I know."

The old lady shook her head lightly: "You are so right, you don't know."

Yu Yao sighed for a long time: "Believe me, I know. I have also faced such a choice."

The old matriarch froze for a moment, then turned to look at him: "How do you choose?"

Yu Yao recited the creed he engraved in his heart: "We wait for justice..."

He stopped before he finished reciting, the old lady nodded, and smiled wryly: "I understand, your choice is also correct, everyone's demeanor, open and aboveboard, the world..."

"No." Yu Yao interrupted her, and turned to look at her, "I made the right choice, but I regret it every moment."

The old lady was stunned.

Yu Yao's face was almost painful: "The righteousness that is too cheap will only run over ordinary people. We thought we chose the right one, but in fact we just chose the simple one. To save trouble in the future, to worry less in the future, to avoid Spend more time taking care of the world, so that you don’t have to work hard to bear the consequences. For a kind of peace of mind.”

The old lady looked at him: "If you do it all over again, how should you choose?"

Yu Yao lowered her head and smiled self-deprecatingly: "There is no repeat."

The old lady was silent.

Yu Yao stared at her hands. There was a scar in the center of the palms that did not belong to him: "I have already asked Ling Xing, she will survive for two years at most. At that time, if I still have life, I will definitely come back. The eminent monk of the Land of Joy, deal with the funeral of Song Zhai, and never let this matter affect the innocent people around. Master Dushui has also promised that he will send monks to stay at Brother Song Jiu, just in case."

Yu Yao looked at the old lady, and then at the girl: "You and her, let's spend some more time together."

The old matriarch's eyes were cloudy, as if he was laughing at himself: "This reunion pretending to be stupid? Confused family happiness?"

But Yu Yao just shook his hand back: "It's hard to find a fool."

The old lady looked at the others: "So, shall I leave the rest to you?"

Yu Yao smiled: "People who say they want to do righteousness can't do it because of simplicity."

Quan Wuyong walked to the dining table with the jug in his hand, and greeted everyone by the way: "Dinner is ready."

Everyone got up and gathered at the dinner table.

The old lady took the girl by the hand, looked at the dining table, bent down and asked her, "Does Xi'er want an apple?"

The girl nodded her head obediently, and her grandmother led her to the back kitchen.

Dushui asked Yu Yao: "Benefactor, can you talk to the old lady?"

Yu Yao nodded.

The grandfather and grandson came back soon, and everyone went to the table to eat, with a lot of thoughts, and the scene was quiet.

Ling Xing still stared at the girl from time to time, looking very wary.

Yu Yao glanced at him, and gave him a piece of tofu: "Salty."

Ling Xing looked away from the girl, picked up the tofu twice with chopsticks, and then lowered her head and took a bite.

Yu Yao took the opportunity to lean over: "Ah Xing, don't keep staring at the little girl, it's frightening..."

After Yu Yao finished speaking, she waited for Ling Xing to reply to him, but Ling Xing just put the tofu from the chopsticks into her mouth in a daze, and gave a soft "um".

At that time, Yu Yao was in a daze.

Then, out of an inexplicable sense of protection, Yu Yao gave Ling Xing all the salted tofu, but Quan Wuyong missed the last piece, so he began to protest: "Senior brother?!"

Yu Yao gave Quan Wuyong the tofu in his bowl again, and Quan Wuyong curled his lips proudly: "Senior brother, how many bowls have you picked up with your chopsticks stained with saliva?"

Yu Yao stood up, reached out and patted Quan Wuyong's head: "Nonsense, I haven't even touched my chopsticks."

Quan Wuyong took a mouthful to reward his face.

The old lady doesn't eat, she just feeds the girl first, and the child will be full after a few mouthfuls, grabbing peanuts for snacks, and unwilling to eat more than one bite of the staple food.

The old matriarch held the bowl and looked at her with eyes full of reluctance: "Eat some more, good boy."

The girl stuffed her mouth full of peanuts, bulging, shaking her head, stretched out and almost lying on the table, stretched out her hand to reach for the melon and fruit, just in front of the blunt water.

She raised her head and looked at Dushui with blinking eyes. The eminent monk drinking tea looked at her, put down the cup, picked up the melon and fruit plate, and put it in front of her. The girl shrank back and smiled at the kind monk who was helping. After a while, he threw himself into grandma's arms embarrassingly.

Put your palms together.

The old lady put down her rice bowl, wiped her hands, and touched the girl's face: "Then... eat an apple."

The girl agreed happily.

The old matriarch peeled the apple tremblingly. After peeling a piece, he was not in a hurry to feed it. Instead, he finished peeling the whole apple and set the plate before picking up the first piece and handing it to the girl.

The old wrinkled hands tremblingly handed a piece of apple to the girl's mouth, in exchange for a burst of crisp laughter.

Everyone was eating, but they didn't pay much attention to the grandparents and grandchildren.

When they noticed, the girl had already fallen into the arms of the old matriarch.

The old lady hugged the girl's body, that body quickly faded to grayish white, and turned into stiff blue in an instant.

The girl's thin limbs spread out on the old man's legs, like a broken puppet, only the neck and knees were held by the old man's arms, and the rest of the girl hung heavily to the ground. land.

So the old man held her hands in vain, as if holding back a puddle of water, which was about to rush to the ground irresistibly.

The old man just hugged her, wrapped his arms around her icy torso, and dragged her with weak strength so that she would not fall to the ground.The old man didn't look up, the gorgeous hairpins on her head fell to the ground with her drooping head, so a few strands of her carefully groomed white hair scattered, messy, short and hard white hair, floating in the candlelight wobbly.

The old man still didn't look up, she just muttered to herself, the voice was decayed, as if it came from a severed dead tree:

"I thought...but my Song family...

For these things, everyone has no hesitation, but how can... can you not let us go? "

She is not telling everyone that she may be asking a higher god than the immortal Buddha.

But she asked nothing.

On the outside of the layered Hunan embroidery lining, in the phoenix-embroidered jade-studded costume, the one holding a small dead tree is another dead tree. The dead tree stretched out a pair of gray-brown hands, and a burst of dense black spots quickly climbed up. Climbing all the way to the top of her head, the dazzling white hair shrank and sank.

Here sits a pair of dead logs.

The people who witnessed all this understood what had happened.

Quan Wuyong opened his mouth, dropped his drinking glass, and hit the table with a heavy sound.

The old lady used all her strength to stand up holding the piece of dead wood. She shook slightly and avoided Yu Yao's outstretched hand.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't straighten her back or raise her head, but she raised her voice with the dignity she depended on for survival: "Clean the Song house, please everyone."

She hugged the child, turned around, propped up her legs and back, and disappeared in front of everyone.

Everyone at the table looked at each other.

Dushui put his palms together and said: "Amitabha."