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In the two-bedroom room, the curtains in the bedroom were drawn tightly. The bright sunlight in the morning failed to break through the reinforced concrete house, and the room was still dark.

A woman was still sleeping peacefully on the bed in the bedroom, and she couldn't see what she looked like. Her long black hair was protruding from the bed, and only a profile could be vaguely seen.After a while, she moved a little uneasily, and turned her lower body slightly to lie on her back, so that beautiful face covered by long hair was revealed, even the dim light could not conceal the woman's delicate facial features.

The bridge of the nose is high and straight, and the facial features are like works of art carefully carved by a good craftsman. The lines are soft and delicate, without any increase or decrease.

It's just that she didn't seem to be sleeping very well, her pretty brows were furrowed, her lips were pursed tightly, and her hands on the bed unconsciously clenched the sheets.The alarm clock next to the bed makes rhythmic ticking sounds as the second hand moves. It is not loud but it is very obvious in the quiet morning. The next second, the minute hand falls on the position of twelve, and the alarm clock "jingle bell" rings. The person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and sat up panting.

The alarm clock was still screaming, and the sound broke the silence, making it extremely harsh.The slender and slender hand reached out without hesitation to press the somewhat ancient alarm clock, and then she pressed her forehead to calm down the unpleasant dream just now.In fact, I can't remember what dream I had, but the deep loss and sadness ruined all her moods.

Taking a deep breath, she got up and got dressed, there is still something to do today, she has to get up.

Meng Chuxi just graduated from graduate school this year. She was originally a pharmacology student at the highest university in China, but she has a strong interest in botany, so she was admitted to the Institute of Botany, Chinese Academy of Sciences as a graduate student.Today she made an appointment with her former supervisor to collaborate on a research topic.

When the talk was over, Teacher Xiao looked at the girl in front of him with some regret and said, "You are very talented in this area, so it's a pity that you don't continue to study for a Ph. I hope you can cheer up as soon as possible, and you can tell me about any difficulties, and if you have any thoughts about studying for a Ph. D., please tell the teacher at any time, and I will write a letter of introduction for you."

Meng Chuxi looked at the teacher with slightly gray hair in front of her, and bowed slightly: "Thank you, Teacher Xiao."

After coming out of Jinghua University, she walked on the street alone, but the face of a person in her 20s no longer had the vigor of a young man, but a kind of bleak desolation, and her eyes were indifferent and lonely.

Three months ago, her dependent grandfather passed away alone at home in the country, and she never had the chance to see her for the last time.And the parents who gave birth to her and raised her formed a new family after they divorced when she was five years old, and they didn't even attend her grandfather's funeral.

Meng Chuxi regretted it very much. She shouldn't have continued to study. She should have gone back to be with her grandfather earlier. If she was at home, maybe her grandfather still had a chance to live.

As soon as he thought of his grandfather losing his life in that old house by himself, only the next day did he realize that even if he hadn't witnessed that scene with his own eyes, it was enough to break Meng Chuxi's heart time and time again.

The two scariest words in this world are if, it means abuse over and over again.The loss of a loved one is already painful, but it is even more painful because it could have been avoided.

Meng Chuxi has almost lived in this kind of pain for the past three months. It is impossible for her to study for a Ph. D. Without the person who has always supported her and loved her behind her back, she no longer has the strength to pursue her dreams.

Her grandfather had lived in that small village all his life, and with his hardworking hands, he supported his son and her granddaughter.But his life was hard and he never enjoyed the blessing of his son, and she, the granddaughter, never had time to repay him.

The heavy pain made Meng Chuxi feel uncomfortable. She was wearing an old black windbreaker with a white sweater inside, which made her look slimmer and thinner. The weather in late autumn is already a bit chilly.

Walking aimlessly, the metropolis is full of traffic, everyone is in a hurry, either numb or lively, but she seems to be a spectator, unable to blend into the joys and sorrows of the city.

Looking up at the majestic and simple buildings in front of you, it is also incompatible with this metropolis. The museum standing in the high-rise buildings is like an old man who has walked through the long river of history, solemn, calm and restrained.

This is probably the quietest corner in this noisy city, neither humble nor overbearing.Because it was the middle of the week, there were not many people, so Meng Chuxi also walked in.

With friendly smiles and voices like flowing water, the volunteers in the museum told the tourists in front of them the stories of the ancient cultural relics left in the long river of history. The audience was very quiet and occasionally gave a few praises.

From ecstasy to fascination, Meng Chuxi silently followed the crowd in front of the glass showcases, staring at the cultural relics stained with traces of time, as if her heart had found a trace of peace inside.

"Some of the exhibits in this exhibition hall were unearthed from a thousand-year-old tomb. The owner of the tomb is not recorded in history, and he is not a high-ranking official." The person who talked about this explanation paused mysteriously, and said with a smile: "But although it is a commoner, the tomb is a joint burial, and it is a joint burial for two women."

Someone in the crowd made a surprised sound, and Meng Chuxi was also taken aback, and then his eyes were attracted by the exhibits.The commentator next to his ear was still introducing those things with great interest, but Meng Chuxi didn't listen anymore.

Because it is a civilian tomb, there are not many burial objects, the most of which are silk cloth, women's jewelry, and some books.

Meng Chuxi looked at each of them carefully. Unlike the admiration and tranquility given to her by the cultural relics before, Meng Chuxi couldn't help but think about how these ancient things looked like when they were with their owners, so vivid.

Soon, she stared at a painting without blinking. In the painting, a woman in a skirt, about 20 years old, was standing under a peach tree, holding a peach branch lightly with bare hands.She seemed to want to smell the fragrance of the flowers, but for some reason she turned her head and looked outside the painting, her eyes were full of a gentle smile, as if she saw her sweetheart.

People looking at the painting at this moment quickly thought of a line of poem "Peach blossoms reflect red on the face of a human being".

"This painting is not from a famous artist, but the woman's frowns and smiles in this painting are vivid on the paper, which is enough to lead us to imagine the voice and appearance of the owner of the painting at that time. The painter poured a lot of emotion into it, so even if The author is unknown, and it is also a painting full of emotions, but it is a pity that part of the painting is missing, and the inscription can only be vaguely recognized as a Wu character, which should be the name of the person in the painting."

The words of the explanation fell into Meng Chuxi's ears. The crowd had already started to move forward. She was the only one staring blankly at the girl in the painting. Finally, she involuntarily stretched out her hand and touched the girl's face until her fingers touched the cold glass. Only then came back to God.

However, the next moment she suddenly felt dizzy, the girl in the painting seemed to come to life, her smiling eyes were full of emotion, she just looked at Meng Chuxi outside the painting, and then she spun around and completely lost consciousness.

"Woof, woof!" Several barking dogs broke the tranquility of the village, as if there was a response, the dogs in the village barked a few times one after another, and some people who were sleeping were awakened.At that time, the man muttered impatiently, and the uneasy babbling of the young child was mixed with the mother's soft coaxing, which made it lively for a while.

One could vaguely hear people who had already woken up early scolding their dog, yawning and pushing open the door.The rooster raised at home has already crowed three times, and a new day has begun, and the people in the village are about to start another day of work.

In an old small courtyard in the east of the village, there was a creaking sound, and the door was pushed open.A somewhat thin hand held the door knocker, and then the thin body in the dark walked out of the door completely.She looked up at the sky, the twilight had pierced the darkness before dawn, and there was a layer of fish belly white in the sky.

She stood quietly at the door for a while, then turned and went back to the house, and came out with a wooden basin in her hand.Opening the wooden gate of the fence in the yard, the little girl walked along the path to the river step by step.

At this moment, there are already voices by the river, and the hardworking women in the village are already washing the family's clothes.

The thin man stopped and stood for a while, and did not go to the place where the women often go to wash their clothes, but walked upstream where few people went.The voice of women talking loudly in the distance came faintly. It was nothing more than some short stories from the parents, but it was already the best conversation material in their mouths.

She walked along the trampled place in the grass to the river, where there was an open area that she had cleared a few days ago, and a flat stone built artificially, which was the little girl's exclusive washing place.

The original iron rings on the tub were rusty, and a few new bamboo hoops were added to barely make it leak. There were only a few worn-out coarse clothes inside. Judging from the style and size, there were no other adult clothes, which belonged to This little girl's.

Putting down the wooden basin, the little girl squatted down and began to wash clothes. She still had work to do, and the food at home was almost gone. She needed to go to the mountains to find herbs early in order to change some food.

The thin man scrubbed the clothes quickly, and the muffled sound of the mallet hitting the cloth echoed by the quiet river.After washing for a long time, the water in the clothes has completely cleared. The little girl wrung out the clothes and stood up cautiously.

The numbness of the legs was not the most important thing. The dizziness when standing up after squatting for a long time was more serious. At this moment, her complexion was pale, and she felt that there was a pitch black star in front of her eyes, and her body was shaking involuntarily.

It's just that she wasn't very flustered, she was very familiar with this feeling, and she could barely stagger away from the river, and it took a long time for her to see the world in front of her clearly again.

Heaving a long sigh of relief, she bent down to pick up the wooden basin and was about to leave, but she saw a piece of fabric among the reeds out of the corner of her eye. Washing clothes, accidentally dropped into the river and was washed down.

However, the cloth didn't look like ordinary coarse cloth, and there were vaguely delicate patterns on it. She was about to pick it up when she approached, but just stretched out her hand, before touching the clothes, she was surprised to find that it was not a dress but It's a person!

"Ah!" This was really beyond the little girl's expectations. She was overly frightened and quickly backed away, tripped over the grass roots and fell hard, throwing the wooden basin in her hand.

Her face was pale, and she let out a short and unnatural cry with her mouth open!The whole person shrank back and quickly retreated, her chest rose and fell rapidly, she was panting heavily, her heart was beating so fast that it was about to fly out.

She didn't know how long it took before she recovered, and found that her hands and feet were cold and trembling, and that dress, no, that person was still soaked in the water without moving.

After a long time, she stood up with soft legs, approaching cautiously and tentatively, she wanted to see if the man was dead or alive.After struggling for a long time, she found a dead branch and poked the man carefully, but nothing happened.Gathering up her courage, she pushed aside the weeds, and finally saw the person lying sideways among the reeds by the river, it was a woman.

The clothes on his body are made of high-quality silk and satin, embroidered with dark patterns, and his face, which is so pale that there is no trace of blood, is a little pale, but it is the most beautiful face Zhou Qingwu has ever seen, even more beautiful than the village chief's daughter Zhou Chen'er .

The trembling fingers were pressed under the woman's nose, and the cold hand felt a little warmth, she was still angry!This realization made Zhou Qingwu's eyes light up, and the fear in his heart was instantly dispelled.

She hurried over, took off her shoes and stepped into the water.The weather in early autumn is a bit cooler, and the water is cooler.Zhou Qingwu held back all his energy before he dragged the woman to the shore.

A woman is not heavy, but it is still very difficult for the thin Zhou Qingwu.She gasped for a while, and patted the woman's cheek lightly, but she didn't respond.

Zhou Qingwu examined her carefully, and found that there was a wound on her forehead, which was severely swollen. At the same time, the clothes on her waist were torn to reveal a white and hideous wound, which seemed to be cut by a knife.

Frowning, Zhou Qingwu felt a little uneasy. Was this wound caused by accident, was it a vendetta, or was this person, as some people in the village said, a villain who licked blood on the tip of a knife?

Zhou Qingwu was a little scared, but seeing the weak breathing of the person in front of him, Zhou Qingwu still couldn't do nothing.Such a pretty girl, she shouldn't be a villain.