Thinking of Zhuang Xiaoyu, min Rui suddenly remembered something. He closed his eyes and stopped at min and said, "Dad, I'm tired. Let me be alone."

Min Zhixing was distressed and couldn't bear to continue to sit down beside the bed. He covered his face and went out of the bedroom, and took the door with him.

The footsteps outside went away. Min Rui opened his eyes and struggled to get up from the bed. He almost knelt on the ground and climbed to the desk. He opened the bottom drawer, took out a stack of well preserved envelopes from inside, grabbed the oil lamp on the table, broke it, lit it, piled it up and burned it

The house was littered with smoke and dust. Before the paper was burned to ashes, Zhuang Xiaoyu's signed name was also displayed in small characters, Juan Xiu, just like his name.

He still remembered that Zhuang Xiaoyu's handwriting was obviously not so good at the beginning. After she married him, she lived in the Buddhist hall all day and copied the peace Sutra for Qin Wuyan, whose whereabouts were unknown. Her handwriting improved by leaps and bounds

At that time, it was winter. She was afraid of the cold. The Buddhist hall was very cold. Her fingers were frozen stiff and she couldn't even hold the pen.

He asked someone to take a fox fur out of the warehouse, let the jade pieces help cut it, sewed it into a pair of gloves and put it on her hand, and made a few fingers, so that her hand could avoid frostbite

The smoke and smell burning in the room startled the boy outside. When the boy opened the door, he saw min Rui sitting on the ground against the leg of the desk, with broken glass lamps at his feet. He didn't know what had been burned and looked like pieces of paper.

The boy was dying of anxiety. "Young master, what are you doing? What can't you wait for Xiao to go back to his room?"

Then he went to help min Rui. Min Rui looked at all the envelopes turned into ashes. He couldn't find any more pieces of paper in them. He was relieved and let the boy help himself to the bed.

The boy changed his clothes, brought a basin of water, wiped the black ash on his face and hands, and wept while scrubbing.

Min Rui stared at the boy for a while and said, "I'll go soon. You can go too. Leave min's house and go anywhere you want to go."

The young man's tears fell down: "you bought the young master. You've tasted delicious and delicious things in your life. There's no regret. Where the young master goes, you can go."

"You've always taken my money. Take the money and leave min's house." Min Rui gasped and swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat: "as long as you follow what I said, the owner will let you go."

When I heard the speech, I couldn't help feeling sad, "young master..."

He didn't do what the young master said, but betrayed what the young master said and told the master everything that happened in the jade temple.

He's afraid he can't go.

It's also good to bury the young master. There's a caregiver along the way.

Min Rui noticed something wrong: "did you tell the owner the truth?"

The boy dared not admit: "no..."

Min Rui closed his eyes: "that's good. Go. After leaving min's house, this matter should rot in his stomach to avoid bringing trouble to miss Zhuang and the Min family."

Little fellow: "

Looking at the ashes on the ground, the boy seemed to understand something and asked, "young master, what did you burn?"

Min Rui replied weakly, "there are several volumes of broken pages, nothing."

Little fellow: "