"Me?"

Today, muyao drank a few more cups, and her face turned red. She was a little more dull than usual. She didn't refuse to listen to the words, but she was a little embarrassed and said slowly, "when I was a child, I was bored."

"Go out to practice the technique before dawn. Draw ten runes every day and go out to practice every other month."

Mu Sheng droops his eyes, there is no conflict. He listens quietly and seems to have heard it. Ling Miaomiao quietly looked back at him and felt very pleased.

"When I was a child, my father was very strict with me. If he didn't reach the standard, he had to go to a dark room to confine me." She drank a mouthful of wine, eyelashes down, with a faint smile, recalled the past, "no one can let me out without dad's order. When it's cold and hungry, it's just her... "

I don't know if it's the effect of alcohol. She didn't avoid it any more. Instead, she went on with a confused expression. "She beat and scolded the servants at the door and broke in with a food box to deliver food to me."

Her mental laxity, as if to smell the warm aroma of those years, there are cooked ribs porridge, there are cooked eggs.

The woman watched her eat, and then held her crying, and her clothes were wet: "who loves to be the head of the demon catching family! Yao'er is wrong. Why don't we just marry a good man? I'll be comfortable all my life... "

Ling Miaomiao couldn't restrain her curiosity. She turned around and asked quietly, "who is she?"

Mu Sheng pause, should way: "Bai Yirong."

Ling Miaomiao was surprised: "is it aunt Rong?"

Back and forth, Mu Yao repeatedly mentioned, repeatedly taboo, taboo such as the flood, even the name is not willing to mention, only willing to say "she" person, turned out to be her biological mother.

"Well." Mu Yao heard it and laughed. She repeated the name of "aunt Rong" in a complicated mood

"Aunt Rong married my father at the age of 18."

That year, mu huaijiang, the owner of the Mu family, married his first wife Bai Jin for six years without any children.

Bai Jin is the eldest daughter of the two families. She is outstanding in appearance, gentle and magnanimous. She is a good couple with mu huaijiang. It's good everywhere, but Bai Jin's health is not good all the time, so it's hard to raise her.

Bai family is also a demon catching family that knows how to advance and retreat. How can mu huaijiang be the queen? I'm sure I don't feel at ease to let my uncle marry an outsider. Thinking about it, he picked a girl from the family and sent her to Bai Jin, who was Bai Yirong's concubine cousin.

Bai Yirong is different from Bai Jin. Ordinary women are not qualified to practice arts, but like ordinary daughters, they grow up in the boudoir. They are short-sighted, short-sighted, quick tempered, like to decorate and dress up, and they are jealous.

In short, a gaudy, stupid woman.

The Bai family's idea is very simple. Bai Jin was hollowed out by practicing martial arts in her early years. Later, she followed mu huaijiang to catch demons everywhere. After several serious injuries, she lost her fertility. They had to pick an ordinary woman who didn't know how to do martial arts. They would just pamper her in the backyard, give birth to Mu huaijiang's blood, and give it to Bai Jin. They couldn't threaten Bai's parents The glory of the door.

Bai Yirong's life is really simple.

She was born in the back house, grew up in the back house, and was still trapped in the back house for the rest of her life, so she always haggled over trifles every day. She competed with her sister who didn't have the same understanding with her, scolded her servants for trifles, and cried twice in three days, which disturbed the family.

"I don't like her."

Mu Yao came to a conclusion and said faintly, "few people can stand her temper." She took a breath, as if speechless: "she is not good to ah Sheng."

Mu Sheng raised his head and looked at the half drunk and guilty Mu Yao. His cold eyes finally showed signs of loosening Sister, don't say that. "

"Sister mu..." Miaomiao asked suspiciously, "is it because of this?"

Mu Yao shakes her head and takes a big sip of wine. Her eyes are getting colder and colder. The pair of glass pupils, which are always light, suddenly shine amazingly.

"Six years ago, my family collapsed and 33 people died because of her."

"Ah..." Miaomiao was surprised, "she Why? "

"She's a demon." Mu Yao's smile was a little dejected. "Maybe she was infected by the evil spirit, maybe she had practiced magic for a long time, maybe she was just a big demon disguised as an adult. I don't understand it too..."

I vaguely remember the smoke rising from the raging fire, which distorts and blurs the scene in front of me. The woman's skirt is flying in the fire, stepping on the corpses under her feet, with a string of blood on her face, spreading a cold smile and red lips: "Mu family, this is clean."

Looking into her eyes, there was no more joy and love, only hatred, ridicule and a little cold murderous.

Memory dense into a piece, struggling to recall, only this short scene is still in my mind.

"I just can't understand, can't understand..." Mu Yao said low, tears flow down without warning, holding the glass, even like an aggrieved child with a broken expression, silent tears, "I hate her, just want to find her, ask her, why?"Liu Fuyi sighed, took some drunk Mu Yao into her arms and patted her on the back comfortingly.

Ling Miaomiao thought that this was something that had never happened in the original plot.

He killed the big demon in Mu's family. He thought it was a powerful character, but he didn't want to be Bai Yirong Miaomiao keeps pouring wine into her stomach.

Mu Yao nestles up to Liu Fu's clothes and looks at the empty plate on the table in a daze.

Once upon a time, in the dark room, when she appeared with a food box, when the warm porridge flowed into her stomach, when she held herself in her arms and cried with exaggeration, she took off the golden hairpin and hairpin from her head and put it in her hair, laughing and saying "Yao Er Dai"

Her nostalgia and closeness, at that time she due to the youth's self-esteem, did not say.

But before she grew up, she was suddenly separated by a sea of blood and hatred, which was frightening and could not sleep at night.

The sound of "Niang" stuck in my throat is impossible to be heard in my life.

"Bang bang -"

"bang bang -"

the fireworks suddenly gathered, and the light outside the window flickered suddenly. For a moment, we could almost hear the bustling people coming from the center of the town.

Wufang town is a paradise for eating, drinking and playing. People light fireworks and revel until midnight to celebrate the arrival of the new year.

The atmosphere in the room, in such a warm background, seems a little sad, candle gently swaying, almost no one made a sound.

Mu Sheng leans on the chair, looks at Mu Yao's silent shaking shoulder, and remembers that weird dream.

In his dream, he even called Bai Yirong his mother. He was as close as mother and son. How ridiculous.

The pain in the temple suddenly and acutely rose. The boy's face turned white. He bent his fingers and pressed his forehead. It took a long time for the sudden pain to subside.

He leaned against the back of his chair and turned the handle of his fingertips blankly.

Under the calm appearance of Wufang Town, it seems that there are vicious waves. As long as he lifts the plug, it will rush out and swallow him up.

Since the first day he came here, he has a very strong sense of uneasiness. Correspondingly, in the dream, murong'er's kind face becomes clearer. It's a pity that in those dreams, she is vicious, even more vicious than Bai Yirong.

"Sister, do you remember when she won the favor of her father?"

He picked up the glass and put it on his lips. His eyes were dark and his tone was calm.

When Mu Yao heard the question, she straightened up and thought blankly for a while.

Yes, at the beginning, her father didn't like Bai Yirong very much. Her snobbishness and vulgarity were incompatible with this family with strict rules and plain life.

But later, suddenly for a period of time, the two became like glue. She saw her holding her father back to the room more than once. They were talking and laughing. Bai Jin stood by and looked at them sadly, but her words stopped.

At that time, Bai Yirong still had a sharp chin face, hook like eyes, heavy makeup and half exposed chest, but she had a kind of arrogance. This kind of arrogance was mainly reflected in her chestnut eyes. When she looked at people, she liked to look sideways, and the hook at the end of her eyes was very charming. There was an alienated smile in her eyes. Under the smile, she was as indifferent as ice .

During that time, her entanglement with herself was much less, and the number of uproar was also much less.

At that time, mu huaijiang suddenly began to look at the side room of the room. He raised her to be his wife and lingered day by day, even a little It means to indulge in beauty.

But how could it be? Mu Yao now wants to come, still feel quite absurd. Bai Yirong's temperament She would rather believe that her father was seduced by Su Daji than that Bai Yirong could shake his will.

"When I was fourteen." She frowned and hesitated. "Once, her door was not closed. I passed by the corridor and heard I heard Dad in her room

She had never thought that when her father was solemn and rigid in front of outsiders, she could see Bai Yirong hanging around his neck through the narrow crack of the door. Her voice was like a warbler crowing, crisp and charming. She said, "my name is Rong Niang, master."

“.... "Rong Niang."

"Well, master..."

She was smiling. She turned her head to the crack of the door. There was a sarcastic smile in her eyes. It was a kind of provocative expression.

At that moment, her heart suddenly missed a beat, thinking that her peeping was discovered, and her hands and feet ran away coldly.

She pursed her mouth: "she asked her father to call her Rong Niang."

From then on, mu huaijiang doted on her and called her Rong Niang according to her words. Bai Jin didn't shy away from her.

Bai Yirong's happy life began from then on, until the night when the Mu family was destroyed.

Mu Sheng turned his glass and said in a low voice: "call Is that Rong Niang? "

He picked up the jug and filled it with another glass. He didn't know what he was thinking. He was very upset.

A wine cup suddenly reached in front of him. Ling Miaomiao looked at him with red cheeks and muntjac like eyes. He was a little drunk, and his voice was soft: "I want it, too."When he looked back, he found that she had drunk the pot in front of her and asked for him after listening to them for a while.

They sit next to each other, and when they raise their hands, they will touch her skirt. The warm aroma of Gardenia in the girl's hair is mixed with the brilliant aroma of wine, which makes people feel agitated. Those cloudy thoughts before will all disappear.

His eyelashes moved slightly, bypassed her hand and poured it to himself, suppressing the violent heartbeat: "you I've had a pot. "

Ling Miaomiao's drinking capacity is not good. If she burns a pot of knives in jingyangpo, she will be drunk and rave. What will it look like if she drinks it again?

"No, not enough." Miaomiao blurted out his explanation. He grabbed his arm with his right hand and leaned against him half of the way. He was anxious and a little aggrieved. "It's just a cup to get drunk. Help me. I'm thirsty. "

Her breath was on the side of his neck.

“.... No way. " He pause, difficult to spit out two words, her arm gently down, do not know is to stop her, or to restrain himself, "thirsty, I'll pour you water."

He didn't let go of the wine pot, for fear that she might have an opportunity. As soon as he got up, he turned his head and found that Liu Fuyi took his own wine pot directly, stretched it out and poured it on her bravely, "what kind of water do you pour Drink for the Spring Festival

Mu Sheng bit his back teeth: "Master Liu..."

"Thank you, brother Liu." Before he could snatch it, Ling Miaomiao drank it with a smile.

Then, not satisfied, she quickly grabbed the cup he had put on the table, poured it down, and licked the edge of his cup like a greedy cat.

Then, contentedly, she pinched the two empty wine glasses in her hands and played with them. For a moment, she touched them flat, and for a moment, they touched each other. It seemed that she didn't realize that the boy was staring at her with red eyes, like a wild animal staring at a white rabbit.

She also held the two cups, raised her eyes and gave him a silly smile: "happy new year, Ziqi."

Suddenly a few fireworks burst open, the window a bright, colorful, infinite stars scattered.

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