C2 Trouble During Youth

She misses her and her own people wouldn't be born like this. After all, it was a different situation. Those things that had been lost for a long time were like ancient paintings on a screen. They seemed to be right in front of her, but they still carried a sense of distance that couldn't be close to her.

Grandmother did not like her. When she saw her, she finally frowned. She also did not like Grandmother. . . The two of them were separated by a generation. It was as if they were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. People who walked out of two different paintings met by accident, and they could not tolerate the slightest bit of infiltration from each other.

She was sitting under the Tong Tree in the backyard, looking up at the pure white flowers all over the tree. Occasionally, there would be a few heavy falling flowers that would let out a low crashing sound. That verdant object could be considered to be alive. It was unwilling to die prematurely. What about her own youth? All her dreams, for some reason, ended up like this. . . The things that happened in the past few years had messed up her thoughts. It was almost summer. Her heart had already fallen to an unknown place. There was no root, no bottom, and no bottom. When would she be able to step on a stable ground? That man was destined to be a wound of her life. Was this even the reincarnation of a mother debt woman?

He looked at the grass and trees here one last time. Perhaps in the future, they could only appear in dreams. No matter how much he hated this place, it was still a place he had lived for more than ten years. He could tell which corner was hiding something even with his eyes closed. The little bird in front of the eaves was happily chirping. Is that the one she released? Where did the other one go? She stared blankly at the little bird. It had already gained its freedom. Is it considered freedom? I am also free now. . . Her future, however, was bleak. She sniffed, She didn't want to think about those annoying things.

The daughter-in-law Wang Xiaoya bought for her brother was beaten up by her second aunt and cried again. She was a skinny girl. She was dirty and bought it from the countryside. She planned to marry her brother when he was sixteen so that she could cheer him up. However, ever since this girl came to her house, she hadn't lived a good life for a few days. Second Aunt was a mean person. Because she didn't have a child, she wanted Wang Xiaoya to be her goddaughter. In fact, this was only an excuse. She did not want to find a punching bag and do hard work. She often scolded her. Wang Xiaoya lived like a mouse. She was always cowering and did not dare to look at people directly when she saw them.

Second Aunt had never been such a person in Yuu Ziqing's eyes. But when he thought about it, In just a few years, the impression he had at that time was already very distant and vague. He only remembered that she was wearing a dark blue cheongsam, standing under the cherry blossom tree like a celestial being that had descended to the mortal world. And the bird she gave him, the gentleness in her eyes when she handed it to him was something he had never seen before. That dream-like scene was already filled with black fog. Love, could be considered a medicine or a catalyst for death?

That girl carried a bucket thicker than her and stumbled over. When she saw Yuu Ziqing sitting there alone, she ran over and sat beside him, feeling wronged. She looked at Yuu Ziqing as if asking for help.

Yuu Ziqing looked at her and threw the flower in his hand on the ground. He said, "What's wrong? She hit you again. " Wang Xiaoya held back her tears and nodded.

"Let me see how you broke it again. " Yuu Ziqing rolled up Wang Xiaoya's sleeve as he spoke. It was densely packed with the scars of being whipped by vines. He had just said that Dao Children were swelling up, and that they were covered in blood that was slowly seeping out. "His attacks are so ruthless. You don't have long legs, so you won't run. What about her? I guarantee she won't be able to catch up to you, or you can go and find the Third Young Master. . . You're one of her people. If he shows up, he'll definitely save you. "

Hearing Yuu Ziqing's loud words, Wang Xiaoya quickly covered her mouth and whispered, "Miss, don't say anymore. I am already very satisfied with you comforting me by yourself. I can run once or twice, but if I run at least once or twice, Madam won't hate me even more. Then I won't be able to stay in this place any longer. Please keep your voice down. " Wang Xiaoya begged. Yuu Ziqing nodded and Wang Xiaoya took her thin bamboo-like hand away.

"Wang Xiaoya, Wang Xiaoya, where did that wretched girl go again?" Second Aunt shouted at Wang Xiaoya again. Wang Xiaoya heard her voice and could not help but tremble.

"Miss, Madam is calling me again. I'm leaving. " Looking at Wang Xiaoya's reluctant eyes, Yuu Ziqing felt very uncomfortable in his heart. "Remember what I said to you. If she is hitting you, run away. Go and find the Third Young Master. Do you know what to say?" Wang Xiaoya fiercely nodded her head. Carrying the bucket of water, she twisted it and walked away.

Yuu Ziqing fell into his own fantasy again. His second aunt was like a completely different person. It was as if all the people except himself were enemies. She would never take the initiative to speak to anyone. After her father passed away, she kept herself in the house. The house in the northeast corner of the lifeless backyard was crawling with climbing tigers. Finally, the sparkling sunlight was shining. Even when it was dark, it was not so pure. With a pale flash of light, some people said that the light was reflected by the second wife when she looked in the mirror at night. But most people thought that it was her, because some people had heard her in the corner of the house. A person was talking to himself in the mirror. It was as if there were men whispering to each other, and she would occasionally come out. . . She looked so pale. It was a kind of sickly white that had not been exposed to the sunlight for a long time. There was not even a hint of blood mixed in. She looked at the people with a faint gaze. It was as if she had suddenly seen the darkest part of your soul. If you were stared at by her for too long, you would feel an unnatural chill run down your spine. It was as if he had been grabbed by something invisible, and couldn't move at all.

But in Yuu Ziqing's eyes, she had shown more. It could be considered an unspeakable resentment, which was so deep. It was as if the water in a well was bone-chilling cold. Standing by the well, he could hear the low complaints clearly. She knew what was going on in her heart, but. . . Once the women reached this point, it would be beyond redemption.

When Yuu Zihong saw her, he finally avoided her, as if he had done something wrong. He would never take a proper look at her, and she would use a kind of contempt. A strange mocking laugh stimulated his nerves. In order to prevent the two of them from meeting face to face, Yuu Zihong could be considered an old veteran who locked himself in the study, even eating in the study. That room was the place with the best lighting in the entire mansion. It was the furthest away from the second aunt's house. Every afternoon when the sun set, the second wife would go to the backyard for half an hour as usual. As if she couldn't see the sun, she quietly sat alone under the shade of the tree. Looking at the scenery of the garden, no one would go over to talk to her. Her figure was like the endless evening, like a cup of tea that couldn't be melted. It was so bitter, so bleak.