The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

The cloudy and sunny days in summer are the most changeable like people's hearts.

At noon, the south wind blew hard, and soon it became cloudy, so stuffy that the red-headed carp in the pond floated to the surface to breathe.

Yao Jifeng just sat in front of the window, looking at the busy female workers in front of the loom through the crape myrtle in bloom.The nib of the pen in his hand was completely dry, and there were still a few colorless and messy marks on the ledger, which seemed to have been left not long ago.

Many years ago, he also liked sitting here very much, because as long as he raised his head, he could see Su Xi's back. She seemed to be among the lavender flowers, but she had been away for too long.

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the room. Because the sky outside was gloomy and the room was very dark, Yao Jifeng followed the prestige in a daze. It took him a long time to realize that the figure approaching was Yao Jihui, and he got up subconsciously to greet him. :

"Brother, why are you here?"

"It's okay, you can just sit down," Yao Jihui said with a sigh as he waved his plump and white hands, "Brother just came to see you."

Yao Jifeng didn't say anything, listening to Yao Jihui continue to say: "That's it, the third child is gone, and we two brothers are left...Jifeng, elder brother also knows that you are thinking about the past again, but after all, it has been so long , you have to be more careful."

"I... have nothing to do," Yao Jifeng put the cap on the pen in his hand. He also knew that his third brother was newly mourned, and the elder brother Yao Jihui would not be able to get things done. After all, the Yao family still needs him to support him: "Don't worry, elder brother."

"Of course I don't worry about you, we brothers will have a good life in the future..." Yao Jihui was still talking, his voice was so close, but it seemed that he couldn't hear clearly because of the muffled thunder in the sky.

Yao Jifeng couldn't tell exactly when he left. When he came to his senses, he was already sitting by the window again, holding a pen in his hand, and there were still unfinished accounts in front of him.

It seemed that no one had been here just now, and he was just out of his mind.

The air was getting hotter and hotter, but the rain just couldn't fall. Yao Jifeng stretched out his hand impatiently, wanting to secretly swell and ache his temple, but just as soon as he moved his elbow, something touched the ground.

He didn't want to bend down to pick it up, but it was still missing, and he was always worried about it, so after thinking about it for a while, Yao Jifeng still bent down and started to feel it.

Soon, his fingertips touched something, Yao Jifeng probed a little longer and finally picked it up, but the moment he picked it up on the table, his eyes widened.

It was a small wooden shuttle, and after more than ten years it had dried out and had deep scars, but Yao Jifeng still recognized the small handwriting engraved on the corner.

"Plain Rhinoceros"

This is the wooden shuttle used by Su Xi, and it is his engraved handwriting. They have been lost for many years and only remain in the depths of memory, but now they reappear without warning.

Yao Jifeng's hand trembled, holding it, letting the rough wooden thorns pierce into his palm, but with an overwhelmed crisp sound, the wooden shuttle suddenly split open.

He let go in a panic, trying to do everything possible to remedy it, but his eyes were finally attracted by something else.

It was a piece of white paper that was not considered old, and it was folded squarely, but black writing was still exposed.By accident, Yao Jifeng put down the broken wooden shuttle, carefully picked out the pieces of paper from the stubble, and slowly unfolded——

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"Why do you say that Su Xi was forced to death by Yao's family?" In the restaurant beside Yunshui, Wang Luan looked at Cheng Gang who was sitting opposite, and took a shallow sip of the tea that Qi Chensheng handed over.

"Who else would there be if it weren't for the Yao family?" Cheng Gang was still excited when he mentioned the events of the year, and said in a trembling voice: "Although we didn't take the engagement seriously back then, when she first came to Yunchuan, I was the only one in front of her." People who know me well, of course they can tell me everything.”

"Can I not know about her in Tianjinfang—"

Because of the previous doubts about Cheng Gang and Yao Jifeng, although the people in front of him seemed to be sincere, Wang Luan no longer believed in anything. He glanced at Qi Chensheng beside him, and then asked: "Since you don't believe The engagement is serious, so why did you agree to marry the Lu family after Su Xi's accident?"

"Of course it's for Su Xi's reputation," Cheng Gang sighed again, talking about his thoughts back then: "If I got married at that time, I would have to withdraw from her first. How can she get married when she goes out?"

"I sincerely hope that she can find someone she likes earlier and live a good life...But who knows, who knows..."

After all, he is a man from the village, with a simple and frank personality. Even without using the power of the canary, Wang Luan can feel that some emotions cannot be faked.

The sudden rain made his mood even more chaotic, and ripples appeared on the clouds and water again. Wang Luan's eyes turned slightly, but soon he blocked his face with his hands and closed the wooden window soaked in water vapor.

"Then who do you think killed Su Xi?" Qi Chensheng's voice interrupted Cheng Gang's catharsis in a timely manner, like cold rain outside the window, making people sober.

Cheng Gang looked up at him, the answer was in his mouth, but he couldn't say it: "It's Mrs. Yao."

"Qi Ershao...Although you took over this weaving workshop late, you should have heard of the methods used by Mrs. Yao before her death."

"She is most concerned about the family background. Although she asked Tianjinfang to take in the weavers, she still looks down on the women who work outside. She thinks that they humiliate the family by showing their faces."

"She knows that her two sons are interested in Su Xi, how can she tolerate her?"

"Wait," Wang Luan was about to pick up the teacup, but stopped because of Cheng Gang's words, the sound of Xia Yu's rapid fall became louder and louder, and it seemed that an unexpected past event was brought out unintentionally: "You said, Yao Jifeng is not the only one who is interested in Suxi?"