The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 294
A house, several acres of fertile land, and a gentle and ambitious husband, she felt beautiful just thinking about it!
That night, so many beautiful scenery, so many oaths of friendship...

After a night of lingering, the man took her silver and reluctantly left; while she continued to lean against the door and smile, looking forward to his high school day.

Three years later, he had a house and farmland, and he became a Jinshi in high school.

However, on the day of Qujiang's banquet, he became someone else's son-in-law. Afterwards, he said to her lightly:
"You are still worthy of being my wife even though you are a fallen flower? You bitch!"

Mother Xia suddenly giggled and raised her hand.

"Snapped--"

"You are the slut. All of you scholars are sluts and liars. They are a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times more despicable than prostitutes."

The slap was so quick and hard that Xie Zhifei couldn't avoid it and received a solid blow.

He was thinking about how to ask Xia's mother, who really redeemed the dead water, when this slap suddenly gave him an idea.

"In the final analysis, you are still inferior to Shui Shui."

He said solemnly: "Who can deceive her? She is a smart person!"

At the mention of this incident, Xia's mother felt sharp pain in her chest, and the last remaining ounce of consciousness was extinguished.

She grabbed Xie Zhifei's front, "What do you know? Ah, what do you know?"

"I know she was ransomed."

"Redemption?"

The veins on the back of Xia's mother's hands popped out, her voice didn't sound like crying, and her smile didn't sound like laughing.

"Who is that Li San? Even his surname and name are all fake... Everything is fake... What kind of eternal oaths, what kind of sweet words... Fake... Fake... Fake... Fake... …”

Xie Zhifei's heart trembled, "Li San is fake, so who is the real one?"

who is real

"Nothing is real, it's all shadow, my shadow, your shadow, his shadow."

Mother Xia looked at Xie Zhifei with drunken eyes, burped quickly, and then wrapped her orchid finger around it.

"Listening to the piano at night aroused my daughter's thoughts. She was tired at dawn, her makeup and makeup were mediocre, and she was too lazy to lift her body and let out a long sigh..."

Her voice suddenly rose much higher, babbling and singing.

"The smooth pink face is casually tied up with black hair, and the treasures in the bundle are often left unused, but it turns out that there is a heart-breaking poem..."

Heartbroken poem...

Heartbroken man...

As her voice gradually became lower, Xia's mother could no longer hold on and slowly fell to the ground.

She slowly curled up her arms and legs, slowly turned over, and slowly curled up into the position of a baby in her mother's womb.

The scheming of the stepmother, the hatred of the biological mother, the madness of the father, and the drool from the corner of the mouth of the younger brother...

The mother's strictness, the young master's passion, the young master's ruthlessness, and the jealous eyes of the ladies...

"Master, the sixth aunt is pregnant with twins, and one of them must be a boy."

"Okay, okay, okay, what our Fu family lacks most now is Yuanbao. Let's call these twins Fu Yuan and Fu Bao."

"Congratulations, sir. The first one to come out is a daughter. I have never seen such a fair and pure child. She will definitely be a beauty in the future."

"Beauty? Then call her Fu Bao. She is as precious as a treasure."

Mother Xia closed her eyes gently and was too drunk to wake up.

Xie Zhifei looked down at her. For a long time, he bent down to pick her up from the ground, put her on the bed, and then picked up the brocade quilt next to the bed to cover her.

The candles were blown out and the room was dark.

He frowned and turned to leave.

……

The night breeze is cool;

bursts of laughter.

Palace lanterns passed by one after another and shone on Yan Sanhe's face, coating her jade-like face with a soft color.

It's just that this soft color is far less than the worry in her eyes, and is more obvious.

Yan Sanhe is really worried about Third Master.

Mother Xia and Sister Zhen are different.

Sister Zhen has been fighting with her mother's family and husband's family all her life. She has seen, heard, and experienced only a limited number of things.

Mother Xia has been in the sex industry for decades, and she is the most slippery loach.Even if she was drunk, it would not be easy for Xie Zhifei to dig out all the lost things from her mouth.

"My family at fifty is still a little chicken that hasn't crowed yet,"

Little Mr. Pei said quietly: "That old woman has been idle for a long time. Will she eat up my fifty-year-old family until there is no scum left?"

Yan Sanhe stumbled and almost fell.

She looked at Pei Xiao in disbelief: "You are not..."

"It's all just a joke."

Little Master Pei looked regretful: "It's all my fault. I always put ten drops of blood or one drop of sperm into his ears, causing him to... Hey, Sanhe, why are you blushing?"

"..."

"You are a goddess, so this kind of thing should be normal in your eyes."

"..."

The goddess is just seventeen this year! ! !

Yan Sanhe roared in his heart.

At this moment, a voice suddenly burst out, "You bastard, stay away from me... What a fucking unlucky guy..."

More than ten feet away.

The old woman kept kowtowing to the noble man in front of her and said: "Noble man, please spare your life, noble man, please spare your life. I didn't see the noble man here."

The noble man is a fat man with short stature and a shiny face, and his belly looks like he is six months pregnant.

"Are you blind? Do you know how much silver my clothes are worth? Ten taels of silver. I just wore them."

The old woman stretched out her hand tremblingly, "Old slave, help your nobleman dust you off."

"Brush your mother!"

The fat man raised his leg and kicked it, "Get away!"

This leg hit the old woman right in the heart. She rolled her eyes and fell straight down.

The fat man still couldn't let go of his anger, so he kicked two gongbongs on the side, covered his mouth and nose, and walked away while cursing: "Old bitch, you deserve to spend the rest of your life pouring gongs."

Gong Tong fell down in response, and the feces and urine inside spilled on the floor, and the stench suddenly filled the sky.

Little Mr. Pei's face tensed up: "Go, go, go, I'll be smoked to death."

Yan Sanhe originally wanted to leave, but when he saw the old woman lying motionless on the ground, he changed his mind.

She strode over, squatted in front of the old woman, stretched out her hand and breathed.

"Little Master Pei, how do I wake her up?"

Little Mr. Pei hurriedly covered his nose and walked over: "Pinch the person, pinch hard."

Yan Sanhe pinched hard, then pinched again. After a few times, the old woman twitched and opened her eyes.

"Zhu Qing, give me five taels of silver."

Give me back the money?

Little Master Pei suddenly became impatient, "Yan Sanhe, why do you care about this..."

"Master Pei, where is the saddest place? See the autumn moon in Guanshan."

Little Mr. Pei didn't expect that she would say such a thing, and he didn't know how to reply.

That's right.

Wu Guanyue loves the people like his sons, and Zhou Ye loves the people like his sons, but the key is that Mr. Pei just wants to eat and die, so why should he help?

Zhu Qing handed over the broken silver, and Yan Sanhe took it, helped the old woman up, and put five taels of silver into her hand.

"Don't be like a mad dog."

The old woman turned her head and looked at Yan Sanhe blankly, two lines of tears slowly welling up from her eyes.

Yan Sanhe didn't say much and just helped her up slowly.

The old woman stood firm, bowed deeply to Yan Sanxing, and then bent down to carry the respectful bucket.

When the fat man kicked, he exerted all his strength, and he actually kicked a bucket into the grass.

Yan Sanhe was about to turn around, but suddenly his eyes froze.

"Pei Mingting, look at her feet."

(End of this chapter)