On July 7th, the drizzle keeps falling. Legend has it that this day is the day when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl reunite in the sky, and the rain is the tears of the Weaver Girl.
In Nanshan Village in the northeastern part of the Eastern Han Dynasty, a little girl named Bai Ling had just been divorced today. She had been locked in her room and cried all day, refusing to open the door no matter who called her.
In the east room, an old lady in her fifties with inverted triangular eyes was talking a lot. She didn't care that her daughter-in-law was so angry that she almost couldn't breathe. She looked at her anxious son who was surrounding her with disgust.
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"Third brother, hurry up and clean up for Bai Ling, and then follow me to the town. When you get the silver later, mother will give you ten...five taels of silver, and that's it." Old Mrs. Bai said firmly.
"Mom, please let our family go! No matter how poor I am, Bai Sanshu, I will never sell my son or daughter!" Bai Sanshu shouted in pain.
"Now that you've got the guts, you've just separated the family, so you dare to disobey me, right?"
The old lady stared with triangular eyes, picked up the broom beside the kang and greeted Bai Sanshu.
"If your eldest brother hadn't been thinking about brotherhood, would this good thing have happened to you, the third wife? You wouldn't take care of yourself by peeing in the urine. The whole family is sick. If you don't sell that girl, what will you eat and drink? What?
"Dear, your eldest girl shamelessly sold herself out on her own initiative, but the bitch whose kiss was canceled can't be sold anymore?"
Bai Sanshu's heart hurt when he was stabbed, but he did not dodge when he was beaten. He always protected his sick wife, but looked at his brother who was staying away from the incident, but there was despair in his eyes.
"Stop saying anything. I'm going to take Bai Ling to the town right now. There's no need to pack any clothes. How can I be a young lady without her wearing gold and silver?" Old Mrs. Bai was tired after a few beatings.
, threw the broom away and walked towards the west room on tiptoes.
In the west room, a thin figure was lying at the door. When he heard the old lady Bai's call, his face turned horribly pale.
After she locked the door with her backhand, the girl covered her mouth and cried for a while. She took off her belt in despair and put it on the beam.
"Master, you can't!" Bai Liu shouted anxiously and coughed violently.
"Daughter-in-law, don't worry, I'll stop my mother right away. We won't sell our daughter, we won't!" Bai Sanshu also panicked and dragged his lame leg towards the west house.
Old Mrs. Bai couldn't push the door open, so she kicked the door angrily and cursed: "Little hooves, why don't you open the door quickly? I will send you to be a young mistress. It will be a great blessing. Don't be shameless. Come out quickly and follow me."
I'm going to town."
The little girl in the room trembled, closed her tearful eyes, and shouted: "Mom and dad, my daughter is unfilial. I will repay you for your kindness in giving birth in the next life."
As he spoke, he kicked the stool away from his feet and hung his body in the air, with a painful expression on his face and eyes full of fear.
When Bai Sanshu rushed over, he happened to hear his daughter's words. He was so frightened that he banged the door hard and kept shouting at his daughter not to do stupid things.
Old Mrs. Bai didn't expect her granddaughter, who had always been timid and fearful, to dare to seek death. She suddenly panicked and shouted: "Dashu, come quickly, Bai Ling has hanged himself."
Bai Dashu's face in the east room froze, and he quickly walked towards the west room, knocking on the door with Bai Sanshu.
When Mrs. Bai Liu, who was lying on the kang, heard what Mrs. Bai said, she shouted: "My poor girl!"
Then, Mrs. Bai Liu rolled her eyes and fainted, making her two little children cry out in fright.
However, no one knew that an orange light suddenly flashed in the dark room, and the little girl hung on the beam. Her stiff body moved slightly, and her clear eyes were no longer as dull as before, but full of confusion.
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Bai Ling had no time to observe the environment and found that he had difficulty breathing. He hurriedly pulled on the belt hanging around his neck, trying hard to buy himself time to rescue.
But there was nothing around, so Bai Ling could only stop thinking about stepping on something to support his body, and quickly thought about how to save himself.
Holding the belt at the back of the neck with one hand, he raised his body upward to prevent the rope from strangling his neck. With one hand, he fumbled for the rope under his neck. Bai Ling's eyes lit up and he tried his best to pull open the slipknot above.
But he couldn't breathe smoothly and had to hold himself up with one hand. How could Bai Ling have the strength to pull him away?
"boom!"
The door fell to the ground. Bai Sanshu was lame and unable to hold himself up, so he fell to the ground.
Seeing his daughter struggling, Bai Sanshu ignored the pain in his legs, gritted his teeth and climbed up, hugged Bai Ling who rolled his eyes, and lifted her up.
"Brother, save people quickly!" Bai Sanshu looked at the big tree standing at the door with difficulty and shouted loudly.
Bai Dashu narrowed his eyes, strode forward, and untied the belt around Bai Ling's neck.
"boom!"
There was another sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. This time, Bai Sanshu failed to hold Bai Ling, and they both fell to the ground.
"My money!" Mrs. Bai patted her thigh distressedly, pointed at Bai Ling and cursed: "You are indeed a loser. If you want to die, wait until the little boss is gone, and then you will be buried with him! If you die at home like this, this
You are looking for bad luck!"
Bai Sanshu looked at his pale daughter and felt heartbroken. Hearing what Mrs. Bai said, his eyes became even redder.
"Mom, this is my daughter and your granddaughter!" Bai Sanshu roared, like a trapped animal in the forest, showing infinite sadness.
Old Mrs. Bai stared at Bai Sanshu with an ugly face, pointed at Bai Ling who had not recovered her breath and cursed: "This girl doesn't want to live anymore, she might as well go and celebrate the little boss's family. If the little boss's gone, Bai Ling will never be here again."
If she seeks death and is buried with her, maybe my boss will remember her and give us more money!"
Bai Sanshu was so angry that he wanted to beat someone, but he couldn't do anything to his mother. He could only hug the unresponsive daughter tremblingly and shake her vigorously.
But when he heard the two children in the east room crying heartbrokenly for their mother, Bai Sanshu had no choice but to put Bai Ling on the kang and staggered towards the east room.
At this moment, Bai Ling was in a state of shock, but he could miraculously hear the sounds around him. He only felt disgusted with the original owner, the grandmother, and wanted to yell and tell her to shut her mouth.
However, the soul and body are in harmony, and Bai Ling cannot make the decision.
Bai Dashu glanced at Old Mrs. Bai, gave her a warning look, and said in a deep voice: "Mom, don't talk nonsense, my little boss wants to live a long life. Bai Ling is not dead yet, she will be obedient."
Mrs. Bai's eyes flashed, knowing that she had said the wrong thing.
However, as soon as he heard that the person was not dead, he immediately became angry and kicked Bai Ling, cursing: "You little bitch, why don't you die soon? Why don't you pretend to be dead here and get a beating? Hurry up, my little boss!"
I'm still in a hurry to celebrate. If I delay you for a while, I'll see if I don't beat you to death."
Bai Ling held her breath and couldn't wake up. Being kicked by Old Mrs. Bai made her burst into tears. She covered her neck and coughed, but her mind was in chaos.
One is my own thinking. I was obviously rescuing an injured red-crowned crane and accidentally fell into the swamp. How could I hang myself?
What should I do with the houses, cars, and bills purchased in the 21st century?
The other was some memories that did not belong to Bai Ling, which kept pouring into Bai Ling's mind. She frowned in pain, and felt how sad and desperate the owner of this memory was. (To be continued.