The Lady of the Farm in the Red Mansion

When they arrived at Taohuayuan, it was already evening, and Xiuyan and the others were temporarily placed in the old man's bamboo house to rest.

Although the man maintained a high degree of vigilance all the way, when his body touched the bed, his will still lost to the normal needs of a person. Although he always felt that the woman in front of him was laughing at him, his eyes were opening and closing, and his consciousness was getting weaker and weaker. It became more and more blurry, and finally, he fell asleep.

As the night fell, there was a faint sound of sharpening a knife in the yard. The man was awakened by the sound, and his consciousness was not fully awake. He jumped up, pressed the long sword at his waist, rushed to the door, pushed the door and went out.

"Why are you going?" Xiuyan, who fell asleep on the table, rubbed her eyes and followed out.

The man rushed into the yard, and the old man stared at him with a pair of terrified eyes. The knife in his hand had been sharpened and shone brightly, with a murderous look.

"Looking for death!" The man swept his eyebrows and twitched his hand, and the long sword drew a graceful arc in the air accompanied by a burst of red blood!

"Touch!" The old man fell to the ground suddenly, with a hint of panic in his wide-open eyes!

When Xiuyan ran out, the old man had already fallen to the ground. She covered her mouth with her hands, leaned against the door, and looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief.

"Grandpa!" The two children, a man and a woman, looked at the man in front of them in horror.

The man held up his sword and walked towards them. The little boy hugged the little girl tightly, her legs trembling. The little girl buried her head in the little boy's arms. The hatred that the "killer" cast soaring to the sky, it was this hatred that made the man determined to kill the grass and roots, and he slowly raised his sword high.

The moment his sword fell, Xiuyan suddenly woke up from the shock and panic, and she shouted: "Stop!"

The man's hand holding the knife was fixed in the air.

Xiuyan stepped forward and rushed over quickly. In order to ensure the safety of the two children, she stood on tiptoe and grabbed the man's raised hand, trying to snatch the sword from his hand.

The man shook his arms.Glaring at Xiuyan, he said solemnly: "This old guy wants to kill us while we are asleep!"

Xiuyan stared blankly at the knife in the old man's hand, shook her head in disbelief and said to herself: "No, no, there must be some misunderstanding!"

At this time, the little girl probably understood something. She plucked up the courage and walked up to Xiuyan tremblingly, and explained with tears in her eyes: "Big sister, grandpa didn't sharpen the knife to kill you. He wanted to kill sheep to entertain you. The sheep is tied there!" The girl's chubby finger pointed to the sheep tied to the locust tree in the corner of the yard.

The man followed the little girl's line of sight and saw that there was indeed a sheep tied to the tree pole. He leisurely withdrew his sword and said regretfully, "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

"Grandpa is dumb! What did he say!" the little boy yelled at the man with red eyes, the fire of hatred in his eyes sprayed at the man, wishing to burn him to death.

The man turned to Xiu Yan and said, "This little guy has too much hatred, he can't stay!"

There was a heavy sound of sword being drawn, and the little boy barely backed away.

"Enough!" Xiuyan yelled while holding down his hand that drew his sword.Gradually, her tone became low, almost begging, "Stop! You have killed their relatives by mistake!"

The man's hand twitched, and he said in a deep voice, "It is precisely because of this that we have to cut the grass and root out the roots, leaving them with endless troubles!"

Xiuyan pressed his hand desperately and begged: "No, I promise you!"

"What can you guarantee? Once the seeds of hatred are planted, they will not stop. I can keep this girl, but this boy must die!"

He moved Xiuyan's hand away.Holding the sword, he walked slowly towards the boy.

The boy stepped back step by step, his body was completely pressed against the courtyard wall, and there was no way to retreat.But his eyes became extremely resolute at this moment. The little boy didn't know that it was his resoluteness that made the man determined to kill him.

"It's in vain that you are pretentious, but you are actually a coward!" Xiuyan said before the man's sword was cut off.

The man holding the sword stopped in the air, and he turned around slowly.Slightly raising his chin, he bit out every word with a sullen face: "You'd better explain it to me clearly!"

Xiuyan faintly heard the sound of teeth grinding, she swallowed, rubbed her hands together, and said to herself, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, even if he says the wrong thing, he won't kill me!She didn't know where her confidence came from, she raised her chin, stared straight into his eyes and said, "You, if you weren't afraid that the child would seek revenge on you when he grows up, why are you so eager to kill him!" The words trembled, not as confident as expected.

The man chuckled and shook his head, his tone became much calmer: "Woman, I'm not afraid of him, I just don't want to cause trouble for myself!"

Hearing his tone soften, she forced herself to smile, and said softly: "I beg you, let him go, he's just a child!"

Seeing her pitiful eyes, his heart softened inexplicably, and when he looked at the child again, his heart became complicated again. Based on his judgment of people, this child will definitely not be simple when he grows up. It will definitely be a big trouble in the future, but how could he bear the woman begging him like that, finally slowly retracted the long sword, stuck it into his waist, and walked directly towards the house without saying anything.

Seeing him walking away, Xiuyan rushed over, hugged the child in her arms, stroking the back of his head like a loving mother, comforting him.

For this woman who saved his life and comforted him like a mother, the little boy didn't have a trace of gratitude. He looked at her back with a hatred that didn't match his age.

Xiuyan didn't see this venomous look, but it fell into the eyes of another person.

In the middle of the night, in front of the old man's grave, the little boy knelt on the ground and swore: "Grandpa, don't worry, I will kill that couple to avenge you!"

"Sure enough, he has a heart of snakes and scorpions. It seems that we can't keep you today!"

Hearing the sound, the boy rushed out like an arrow, followed by the man holding his sword.

This little devil, although he is small, runs very fast. The men chased him and ran across several fields, but failed to catch him. Finally, he exhausted all his patience. In front of the boy, the boy looked terrified and backed away.

"Little guy, if you want to blame it, you're too vicious! I'm enough in this world, and there's no room for another person who is more ruthless than me!" The man raised his sword and pointed at him.

A strange smirk suddenly appeared on the little boy's face: "Kill me, sister will never forgive you!"

"Don't worry, she will never know!" The man raised his hand, and the boy fell to the ground with a bang, but the smile on his face was surprisingly weird.

The man turned his head reluctantly, only to see Xiuyan staring at him motionlessly with a pair of astonished eyes.

"Listen to my explanation!" He always did his own thing, but he was only afraid that the woman in front of him might misunderstand.

"No need to explain. In the evening, you killed the old man by mistake. I still had hope in you, but now, you have made me completely desperate!"

Xiuyan's words were very cold, the man felt scared for the first time, he stretched out his hand, and said in an almost pleading tone: "Woman, can you listen to my explanation?"

"What are you explaining, you! It's completely devoid of humanity!" Xiuyan left this cold sentence, turned around and ran away resolutely.

While running, she wiped her tears, thinking to herself, what's the use of him being like him again, who would love such an inhuman man, and who would have the courage to love! (To be continued.)