Crying in anger, dressing up as a fake daughter and earning money to pamper the villain Three hundred and seventieth chapters The evening scene is bleak
Three hundred and seventieth chapters The evening scene is bleak
After staying in Jiangnan for one night and meeting with the people from Xie Chen's family and discussing some matters, Du Qifeng went out early the next day.
According to memory, I went to a century-old store and bought Du Mingyue’s favorite pastries during his lifetime.
Go to the old house and dig out a few jars of good wine from under the big tree. This wine was brewed by Shen Xingwan and Du Mingyue using the snow water they collected in winter.
The two of them personally dug a hole under the locust tree in the yard and buried it. They agreed to dig it out at the beginning of winter next year, enjoy the snow and drink with the mutton pot, and get drunk before resting.
It was a pity that Mingyue did not live to see the next winter, and Shen Xingwan also passed away for many years and never returned.
It was finally up to him to dig out these bottles of wine.
Du Mingyue's coffin had long since left with Du's father and mother, and was buried in a countryside with good feng shui.
In Jiangnan's grave, only the beautiful clothes and some knick-knacks she loved were buried.
Du Qifeng brought good wine and flowers and went alone to pay homage to her.
The tomb was well taken care of by the old servant who was left behind. Du Qifeng placed flowers and cakes in front of the tomb.
He took out the plum blossom wine, poured a glass of it, and slowly poured it on the ground. "You and Xingwan made this together. You left before you drank it. I brought it to you today."
Du Qifeng talked a lot, about the past and his life in the past few years.
"Ming Yue, you must take good care of yourself in the sky, bless your parents' health, and bless Xingwan's everything goes well." Du Qifeng stood up reluctantly.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard footsteps.
Du Qifeng touched the sword at his waist and turned around warily.
A beautiful woman carrying a basket looked at him blankly, with disbelief on her face.
"Is it Zhiwei?" He asked uncertainly about the chess style.
Qi Zhiwei's eyes immediately turned red, and he said excitedly, "Is it Brother Du?"
The three little girls played well back then, so Qi Zhiwei was of course familiar with Du Qifeng.
"Are you really back?" Qi Zhiwei looked at him expectantly, "Where's Xingwan? Has Xingwan come back?"
Three people, Du Mingyue died in vain. Shen Xingwan left Jiangnan for Kyoto and never came back.
She was the only one who stayed in Jiangnan. She often felt in a trance when she looked at the spring scenery in Jiangnan and saw the little girls holding hands and laughing while going on a spring outing.
After Qi Zhiwei finished paying homage, Du Qifeng said apologetically, "We were supposed to have dinner together, but I have to leave tomorrow, so I'm afraid I can't talk to you more."
Although Qi Zhiwei is married, she is not a woman who knows nothing about the world situation. She knows that the current situation is dangerous, and Du Qifeng suddenly appears in Jiangnan, something must be wrong.
She smiled and said, "Go ahead and don't worry about me. I'll make some good wine and bury it until you come back safely."
"We will definitely return to Jiangnan when there is peace and prosperity." Du Qifeng promised.
"I, I'm waiting for you to come back." Qi Zhiwei's eyes were red, "I will pray for Xingwan and you every day in front of the Buddha."
After a brief meeting, Qi Zhiwei watched Du Qifeng leave in a hurry.
Some people have the world in their hearts, but her heart is so small that it can only hold a few people.
Let her stay in Jiangnan and keep the memories of their youth.
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Banxia was not idle either, especially back to her hometown in Yangzhou.
I heard that Shen Tang had come back with Zhang family a long time ago, and Shen Yu also came back later.
Since Shen Xingwan couldn't come back, Banxia planned to go see their situation and go back to tell Shen Xingwan.
After all, their memories of the Shen family still focus on Zhang selling his own daughter in exchange for glory and wealth.
It was also because of her words that Shen Xingwan was forced to leave Beijing and embark on the road of exile.
She wanted to see how these cruel and heartless people were doing now.
The carriage stopped on a familiar country road. Banxia got out of the car with a veil on her face and walked towards the old house in her memory.
Meeting a fat aunt on the road, Banxia stepped forward and asked, "Auntie, could you please tell me how to get to Shen Tang's house?"
The fat aunt looked at her curiously and gave her enthusiastic directions, "Just go straight in from there and you'll see three wooden houses at the foot of the mountain."
Banxia thanked her aunt and walked inside with Yue Ji.
Soon I saw three wooden houses, which looked a bit old and were surrounded by weeds.
Banxia walked over and knocked on the door, but no one opened the door.
The door was not closed, so Banxia simply pushed the door open and went in. The room was in a mess and had a strange smell.
Finally, the two of them found Mrs. Zhang with messy hair in another room.
Ms. Zhang, who was once a fierce woman, was lying weakly on the bed. The quilt on the bed was torn and torn, and smelled of urine. It was obvious that she had not received good care.
Banxia walked in and said, "This is what you get for betraying your own daughter."
Ms. Zhang was drooling and smiled silly at her, "Rice... rice... hungry..."
"Do you still know me?" Banxia approached her.
"Wanwan, are you back? Mother is wrong, don't let mother go..." Mrs. Zhang waved her hand randomly to catch her.
After being paralyzed and going through hardships, Ms. Zhang finally remembered the goodness of Shen Xingwan as her daughter and regretted her past obsession.
If Shen Xingwan had not been cut off from her family, she would have taken care of her and not let her suffer.
Banxia took a step back and said, "It turns out you are crazy. This is the path you chose."
With nothing to say to a madman, Banxia quickly left the dilapidated house.
After walking a few steps, I met the fat aunt again. Banxia handed her some scraps of silver and asked about the Shen family's affairs.
"I don't know what happened to the Shen family. They were very prosperous when they first came to Beijing. But now Zhang is paralyzed and crazy, and Shen Yu is lame. He can only set up a stall in the town and write letters to people to earn money."
Shen Yu was lame and Ban Xia was surprised that he was still a good official when they left Beijing.
"Where is Shen Tang?" Banxia was most curious about this.
The mention of this fat aunt instantly became excited, and the fire of gossip burned brightly. She lowered her voice and said, "Tsk, tsk, I didn't know that Shen Tang was this kind of person before."
"Originally, he opened a liquor store after he came back and lived a good life. But he hooked up with a beautiful young widow in the town, and the widow took away all the money in the shop, and the shop could no longer be opened. "
"I often get angry at Mrs. Zhang at home, and the two of them often fight. Slowly, Mrs. Zhang goes crazy. In the past, their family was the envy of people from all over the country, but they never imagined that their lives are so miserable now."
Banxia listened to a lot of gossip and left with satisfaction.
She was happy when they were not doing well, after all they had done so many evil things.
The fat aunt looked at the leaving carriage and felt that the girl who just talked to her was very familiar.
After reminiscing all the way, I finally remembered that she was not the maid next to the Shen family girl.
I couldn't help but sigh, the maids were all on the carriage, looking at the life of the Shen family. It was really like heaven and earth.
The fat aunt couldn't help complaining to her family when she went back, "I don't know how to cherish blessings. Speaking of Shen Tang's team, it was also the child who got better after he came back."
*This is an explanation of everything in Jiangnan.
