Chapter 19 (1/2)

Every month, Lin Huilian will go to Shengjing city to sell her own handmade silk flowers to subsidize her family. Bai Song's legs and feet are not easy and she can't do heavy farm work. Her family can only live on the money she sells silk flowers. In her last life, Wei Luo thought that although such a life was bitter, she was very happy. She also learned to weave silk flowers from Lin Huilian, which was much better than Lin Huilian. It's just that she never thought it would end like that.

Now I see this face again, it seems like a sense of separation. At the sight of her, the first thing that came to mind was not her kindness to herself, but the scene when she and poplar pushed themselves into the coffin. The mole at the corner of her mouth was in front of her eyes. After seeing it for more than ten years, she felt so strange for the first time.

Wei Luo took over the pink silk flower she handed, lost in thought and shook it for a long time without letting go. Lin and song think she likes it. Song Hui even plans to ask the attendant behind her to pay for it. Who knows that she shivers with a cold shoulder, throws the silk flower on Lin's head and tightly hugs Song Hui's neck. ”No! Brother Song Hui, the flower tastes strange. ”

Wei Luo didn't lie about Lin Huilian, but he had a real case.

There are many people in Shengjing city who sell their own silk flowers for money. Her craftsmanship is poor, the flowers are not as good-looking as others, and her business is naturally not as good as others. In order to make a living, she had to come up with an idea to soak a vanilla in the silk flower, which had a unique taste and attracted many girls. But it's easy to become addicted to smell too much, and then it will produce dependence. If you don't smell it for a day, you will feel uncomfortable.

This black hearted business was discovered by Wei Luo when he was 15 years old in his last life.

Lin never let her wear this kind of silk flower, but sold it to the ladies of several wealthy families in the distant villages and Shengjing city. Because it's so far away, I haven't been found.

At the sight of Wei Luo, Lin's face turned white. She didn't know if the little girl had found anything, and was more afraid that others would see the clue. If others knew that there was something wrong with her words, her business in Shengjing city would not go on. She hurriedly picked up the silk flowers on the ground, turned around and left, never saying that Wei Luo would buy one.

Wei Luo watched her go away, his face taut, a dark and unknown look.

Song Hui was amused by her serious expression, took her to the carriage, pinched her small face and asked, ”how strange is the taste of that flower? Look at sister aro. ”

Wei Luo doesn't like to be pinched, just as she doesn't like other people's eyes on her leaking front teeth. She puffs up her cheeks and takes his hand. ”It hurts! Don't pinch me, brother Song Hui. ”

The skin on the little girl's face is getting more and more tender. The water is smart, white, tender and tender, which makes people love it. Song huisong opened his hand and saw that the place he had pinched really had two red seals. He was obviously useless. It was really strange. Song Hui was so distressed that she gently rubbed it with her hands, and half of it could not help laughing: ”it's really a delicate package.”

Wei Luo doesn't talk. She still thinks about Lin Huilian she met just now.

At this time, shortly after their son was buried, she and poplar were in mourning. Lin Huilian would not have sold silk flowers in Shengjing if she had not been a real housekeeper. However, what Wei Luo cares about is not this. What she cares about is whether they will adopt other little girls in their life? Who has been adopted and who is going to be allotted to the son to be married in the dark?

Burying alive is not a trivial matter. It's really necessary to report to the government. That's a crime.

The couple are not only insane, but also lawless.

What makes Wei Luo even colder is that people in Longshou village clearly know their plans, but no one reminds her.

Is this the default? Her life is so worthless in their eyes?

She pursed her lips and said nothing. Song Hui called her many times, but she didn't deserve it. She looked lost and seemed to be lost in her eyes. He thought she was hysterical, and suddenly he got nervous. He was going to pinch her little hand: ”aro!”

She finally regained consciousness, raised a pair of wet eyes, and gave a light ”um”. She saw that he was sweating, and raised her sleeve to wipe his sweat. ”What happened to brother Song Hui? There's sweat all over the head. ”

Those eyes are bright and bright, which has the appearance of being lost just now.

Song Hui takes a sigh of relief, holds her small hand and asks, ”what were you thinking just now? I've told you many times that you shouldn't have. ”

Wei Luo tilted her head and said in a long voice: ”I just fell asleep Brother Song Hui, when shall we go home? ”

It turned out that I was sleepy with my eyes open. Song Hui is funny for a while. He scares himself. What's wrong with Luo. He laid her flat on the red lacquer mother of Pearl of the carriage, and covered her with a blanket of twisted gold, silver and flowers. He comforted her, saying, ”ah lo, go to sleep for a while, and then open his eyes and get home.”

She nodded, closed her eyes and turned her back to the wall.

The little guy was really sleepy. Soon he was breathing steadily and fell asleep with his nose flapping.

*When she returned to the British government, Song Hui carefully handed Wei Luo over to Fu mu.

Suddenly she changed her arms. She hummed twice uneasily. Fu mother slapped her on the back to coax her. She soon fell asleep again.

Fu's mother walked into the gate of the British government with Wei Luo in her arms. Song Hui stood outside for a long time. She didn't turn around until she couldn't see anyone.The carriage drove all the way back to Zhongyi uncle's house. Song Boye and Xu's family were not there. His grandfather Zhongyi uncle was very old. He was the only one in charge of the big uncle's house. He thought of what Wei Luo said in zhencuizhai today. He thought for a long time, and still decided to let people investigate the truth of that day.

Although the guards of the loyal mansion are not as well trained as the British mansion, it is not difficult to investigate some matters.

Soon someone came back and said, ”young master, it's true.”