Mrs. Pinqiao

Chapter 22 I feel pity

Lin Xiaolian was already thin, but now she is even thinner. She was lying on the bed in plain clothes, staring at the door blankly, her eyebrows were mournful, and she refused to take a bite of food even though the servant girl said: "When will Master Xiang come over?"

Seeing her haggard face, the servant girl couldn't bear it, so she comforted her: "Hurry up."

Xu Shi complied with her words, there was a noise outside the door, a little maid rushed in and said happily, "President Ning is here!"

Lin Xiaolian opened her eyes wide, and her lifeless eyes suddenly regained their spirits. Ning Zimo stepped in slowly, every step was very slow, with absolute pressure that made people suffocate, and the corner of his mouth was smiling, smiling. But it's not as good as his eyes, his brows are so sharp that no one dares to look directly at him, and his flashy elegance is enough to make everyone feel ashamed.

The people in the room knelt down and saluted, "Meet Prime Minister Ning."

"Get up." He seemed to be the king of this dynasty, and his aura of controlling the world was nothing more than that.

Lin Xiaolian dragged her frail body out of the bed, reluctantly saluted, her body was on the verge of falling, I felt sorry for her, "Xiaolian pays homage to Prime Minister Ning."

Ning Zimo stopped in front of her, obviously smiling, but his attitude was ridiculously indifferent, "I heard that you are sick."

Lin Xiaolian's eyes gradually fogged up, as if she had been greatly wronged, "Mr. Xiang hasn't come for several days. Xiaolian misses too much and can't eat, which makes Mr. Xiang laugh."

He smiled, "I have something I should be busy with, and I'll come to see you when I'm done."

"But..." Lin Xiaolian couldn't hold it back, and began to cry choked up, "I'm very scared, I'm afraid that Mr. Xiang will never come again, if he is sent back to the theater troupe, the troupe master will definitely think that Xiaolian is not good enough to serve her, and it is difficult escape punishment..."

Ning Zimo did not reply to her words, but just looked at her quietly, as if looking at a stranger, even worse than a stranger.

She cried for a long time, and the pear blossoms were raining, which made people feel distressed, just like the character she played, every frown, smile, cry, and fuss, it was as if they were pierced to the bone, and people couldn't move their eyes.

"Master Xiang, I can, I can serve Master Xiang, as long as Master Xiang doesn't drive me away..." Before she finished speaking, her face turned red, "Master Xiang, my body is clean, why are you ..."

Ning Zimo smiled slightly, and he wiped the tears on her face with his hand, his voice was as gentle as water, "You must be homesick, pack your things, I'll send you back home."

Lin Xiaolian didn't seem to understand what he said, she stared blankly at him with tears in the corners of her eyes, "Master Xiang, you..."

He stroked her hair gently, and his voice was soft, as if he was afraid to startle her, "Be good, be obedient."

"But, but..." Lin Xiaolian grabbed his sleeve, and said with great trepidation, "I will definitely be punished when I go back, I might as well die here, Mr. Xiang, don't drive me away, I will die... I really will die..."

Ning Zimo's expression turned a little cold, he grabbed her hand and tore it off mercilessly, "Then go die."

"Master Xiang! Master Xiang!" Lin Xiaolian rushed over and hugged him tightly, all the makeup on her face was crying, "Did Xiaolian do something wrong? Master Xiang, don't treat me like this, I can change it." Yes... I can change anything, as long as you don't drive me away..."

"You didn't do anything wrong." His face was as cold as ice, which could freeze everything, "It's just that I don't like it anymore."

Lin Xiaolian was pushed away, staggered and fell to the ground. She could only watch him go further and further away. She couldn't believe that a person who was soft-spoken a few days ago could be so indifferent.

Stepping out of the yard with big strides, leaving that woman behind, everything became extremely hypocritical.

Ning Zimo was smiling, it was the same as before, but it seemed different, once something in the depths of memory was brought up, it couldn't be suppressed no matter what.

In my memory, that woman also has a pair of teary eyes, crescent eyebrows, just like Lin Xiaolian, soft and weak, pear blossoms and rain, I feel pity, but when she becomes ruthless, she is more decisive than a man, more decisive than a sword To be cold, until there are no bones left.

He still still remembers that dark night, the storm was violent, the wind was as sharp as a knife, and the raindrops hurt his body.

The woman had no makeup on and looked haggard.

But when he was angry, he was extremely ferocious.

"How many times have I said, don't follow me anymore! Don't follow me anymore! Are you going to force me to death?!"

The boy was so frightened that he could only cry.

But if you don't follow her, who should you follow?

"Cry, cry, cry! You just know how to cry!" The woman slapped him hard, making him dizzy, "What do you know? You don't know anything! I'll take you with me , I will be rejected wherever I go! Haven’t I suffered enough for you, I beg you, don’t follow me anymore!”

He was knocked down hard, and the rain splashed mud all over him, blinding his eyes.

"Since I gave birth to you, nothing good has happened. I've been living worse than every day, and now I'm kicked out because of you! Are you a devil sent by God to torture me!"

When she roared, her eyes were cracked, she was full of ugliness, and all the tenderness was an illusion.

The rain was falling heavily, completely submerging him in it, he was very scared, grabbed her sleeve and refused to let go, "Mother, don't leave me..."

"You're a bastard! You're an oil bottle! I gave birth to you only when I went crazy." Her face was as white as paper, the rain slid down her face, her whole body was shaking, and the cold penetrated into the marrow of her bones. "Why don't you die! Die! Die clean!"

She stretched out her pale and slender fingers, pinched his neck, with a ruthless ruthlessness, and hatred in her eyes, "Only after you die can I marry innocently, and only then can I stop being ridiculed by others , I can start a new life, as long as you die, everything can start again! Go die!"

That woman's hands were originally used to play the piano, but now they are used to kill people. For the first time, he felt that her soft and weak fingers were like steel, and he couldn't break free. Her fingertips were filled with poisonous juice, which penetrated into his skin , making him unable to breathe, he could only watch her ferocious face becoming more and more blurred...

After so many years, he can still remember the details of that day, even when he closes his eyes, it feels like it just happened yesterday, the fingers pinched around his neck, like a ghost seeking his life, are wet and sticky.

Women, they are hypocritical by nature and love vanity. If they are pitiful, they can make anyone feel pity, and if they are hideous, they can make anyone afraid.

Ning Zimo's smile became more brilliant, and the rotten place in his heart deepened, his whole heart was almost rotten, leaving only ferocious veins, cast copper walls and iron walls, flowing blood colder than ice, and containing the deadliest poison.

(End of this chapter)