Jin Yi Ji

What's more, the wide golden belt is almost covered with blood, which has been soaked into dark brown.It wasn't her blood.

Yukiko's hand was held tightly by Asami, obviously her hands were covered with blood, but Asami refused to let go. "Yukiko," Asami looked into her face, eyes full of fear, "he's dead, my everything - my child..."

"It's okay, I understand, it's okay." For some reason, Yukiko felt very calm at this time, but the fear just now made her resolute. "You take off all your clothes first, it's fine."

"Can't!! You can't!! You can't do this!!!" Asami suddenly pushed Yukiko away violently, shouting frantically, "You can't say it, you can't say it!!——If you say it, I will die! I Will die! I will die..."

"No, you won't die." Yukiko tried hard to hold Asami's waving hand in front of her. She used all her seriousness and said word by word: "You won't die. I won't do anything Said."

"Nothing... nothing..." Asami whispered tremblingly, not noticing that Yukiko had left the room.

When Yukiko came back, Asami was still talking to herself, and suddenly stopped whispering when she heard Yukiko push the door in, and stared fixedly at Yukiko's face.

Yukiko lowered her head, looked at Asami's terrified face, then gently stroked Asami's hair with her hand, and smiled.

But Asami gasped at Yukiko's face and screamed loudly.

Blood dripped from the corner of Yukiko's smiling mouth, dripped down the chin to the snow-white skirt, and bloomed into a black flower.

I said it, and I won't say anything.Yukiko smiled into Asami's eyes.And you won't die either.

Under the orange light, Yukiko began to slowly take off her clothes.Asami, who was overly shocked, lost her words weakly, watching Yukiko shed them all at her feet like shedding feathers, then walked up to her, and began to take off her clothes.Chaomei couldn't look directly at her face, but could only look at the shadow of her slender and fragile body cast on the wall, and couldn't say a word in a daze.

Then, Yukiko went to the mirror and began to put on the kimono that Asami had taken off.She saw Asami's mouth open and close.Putting on the purple kimono first, there was almost no blood stains, and Yukiko looked at herself in the mirror and was very satisfied.I have always been making clothes for others, but today I am wearing a kimono that I sewed by myself, Yukiko thought, it is incredible.Then there was the emerald green kimono, which had already been stained with blood, but Yukiko didn't complain, but quietly showed a sad look.The wide golden belt held up at the end hangs low at the feet. The soft belt is embroidered with gold thread on both sides to form flower patterns. It is soft and soft under the light. Burned generally, it is particularly shocking.

Yukiko, who was about to tie it on, suddenly felt moved, picked up the belt and sat down in front of the table.

Like a piece of soft gold leaf, the gorgeous belt hangs down from Kiko's knees.Yukiko's fingers caressed over those lines carefully, the ripples woven by gold silk flowed around her fingertips, and finally stopped at the bloody edge.

Yukiko stared at the wet blood seeping along the golden thread and the texture of the cloth, and suddenly smiled softly.She twisted up the dark red silk thread, and began to embroider along the blood-soaked lines stitch by stitch under the lamp.

Where the blood color is light, the thin lines embroidered by Xizi like clouds are as delicate as fluff.Gradually, as the blood color becomes darker, fine dark patterns are embroidered, so that the color of the silk thread and the blood color complement each other.When it got deeper, the blood dyed the fabric black, and it could only be covered and embroidered with embossed and gorgeous bright patterns stitch by stitch, so that it didn't look so unnatural.

With such stitches and stitches, Yukiko will rework the belt.There was blood everywhere, but she didn't care about anything.The night was already very dark, and his eyes were sore.There seemed to be noisy human voices in my ears, and the shouts mixed with the barking of dogs echoed on the street corner, but I couldn't hear them exactly.Yuxizi was in a daze, and her hands didn't stop.

However it doesn't matter.Nothing matters anymore.

All she knew was that the belt was hers from now on.That was her life, her love, her sin.

Unknowingly when, the tears could not stop dripping from Yukiko's eyes.Crystal clear teardrops rolled down the gorgeous golden belt drop by drop, and soon soaked and disappeared, only the scarlet blood color became more intense and deep, gradually soaking through.Nothing can be undone.

But she still doesn't stop.She had a smile on her face, but she couldn't help crying.If everything is predestined, why can't I be myself at this time?

It's all over, and I should be content.It's just that I really don't understand why my fate is like this?What do I love so much?Why am I guilty of this?

Can't let go.

The needles and threads are thin and dense, mournful for a long time.

However, love is as thin as silk thread, sin is as bloody, and the fate is ill-fated and endless.

When the first ray of morning light shone on the window lattice, the exhausted Yukiko fell down in front of the table, holding the finally completed belt in her hand.There was still a smile on her face, but the tears had run out.

The shocking blood on the belt has also dried up, leaving only the thin and dense stitches, the endless lines, and the auspicious patterns dotted all over the golden Nagoya belt.It's really beautiful.

However, when the sun rose, the shopkeepers were violently smashed open, noisy voices filled the shop, and all kinds of bright and gorgeous silks and satins hanging on the shelves were randomly torn to the ground.Yukiko stood up, looked at the face of the sleepy Asami, stood up with a smile, tied her belt carefully in front of the mirror, and finally adjusted her skirt.

The door of the workshop was also smashed open.Yukiko Shimagawa was subsequently arrested and brought to justice as a murderer.After half a month, the Ryukyu will be distributed.

"And then?" Chiyo asked.

"After that, Fujino knows best. It is said that the caravan found her by the river. At that time, she was completely unconscious, with blood all over her body, and dyed her clothes red." Lian shook her head, "Poor Women carry secrets almost to death."

"How did this happen!?" Chiyo showed a terrified expression, "Did you get stabbed by someone?"

"Why!" Lian couldn't help laughing and turned thoughtful. "Her secret saved her."

In the second month, the caravan finally arrived in Nagoya.It was the twelfth lunar month at this time, and the sky was snowing heavily, making the originally unpopular town even more tranquil.Under the silent winter snow, some people have fallen asleep, while others are still waiting.

"What the hell weather is this! It's impossible to walk on the road!" Fujino kicked up the snow in dissatisfaction.

"Okay, we'll be there after a while." Qingxue walked ahead holding an umbrella, "That man said he must come and see." A woman's gentle smile appeared in front of her eyes, and Qingxue's heart suddenly felt warm.

Sure enough, at the corner of the street, the paper lanterns of a small Shitachiya flickered in orange light, and the word "Shimagawa" written on it was very memorable.

Pushing open the door, Qingxue put away the oil umbrella and looked around, while Fujino hurriedly squeezed into the store, grinning and stomping her feet.Gorgeous brocades of various colors are hung everywhere, and various exquisite finished products are neatly displayed on the shelves, among which the gorgeous and gorgeous wide Nagoya obi is the most popular.A little girl was sitting on a small stool to play with the dog. When she saw Qingxue enter the store, she suddenly ran into the next room.

"Welcome, what do you want to see?" A woman's gentle voice came from the store.

"Hello, is the proprietress here?" Qingxue replied, "Can I see you?"

"Come on." A smiling voice came, and an unusually neatly dressed woman with a high bun came out from behind the shelf.But when she saw Qingxue, her face became full of surprise, "Ah..."

She approached slowly, her eyes stayed on Qingxue's skirt, and she suddenly covered her mouth.

"Don't panic, I was entrusted by an Ashe to visit you." Qingxue explained quickly. "That person can't meet you for various reasons, but she has been thinking about your situation, so she asked me to come."

"Axue...?..." The woman stared at the dark pattern of white plums on Qingxue's skirt, and couldn't help stretching out her hand, touching the delicate stitches with her fingertips.Her face was so close that Qingxue could almost feel her breath.

However, to Qingxue's surprise, a nostalgic smile clearly appeared on her face, but she couldn't help shedding tears the next second.

"That's great..."

Spring is long.

In front of the small window, the spinning wheel creaked and turned.There is a breath of green grass in the wind, which is tickling and pleasant.Lian propped her head against the window, feeling the warmth of the sun, lazily winding the silk thread with her fingers in one hand.

"Yukiko." The thread suddenly tightened.

"Spring is here."

Yukiko turned her head, smiled and looked at Lian who was playing with the thread at will, she half-opened her eyes with lazy eyes, and looked at herself neither far nor near.

She always does.Yukiko smiled and shook her head.

"Wire me a golden belt."

Just holding on to one end of the string like this, Rei watched Yukiko waiting helplessly, and finally let go with a smile.

Because she saw Yukiko turned her head and smiled, she nodded slightly as if she was a little shy.

Yoyo I am pregnant.

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