The eldest married as a merchant's wife

Chapter 277 The ghost does not leave (3)
Xiuhe didn't criticize, seeing Prince Duan looking at the door, she frowned and said with a smile: "This is the home of the women when they were young. If you two adults don't mind it, you might as well come in and have a rest. Father has saved a lot. Old wine, I boil it and drink it with adults."

Said to let the door open.

It was her childhood home...

The door panel is brown and black, crawling with ants and moss, the light inside is dense, but there is no old shadow, only a lonely small tree under the patio.The human-like soul refuses to leave, waving a handkerchief to lure you in: Come on, what are you thinking, I have been waiting for you for more than ten years.

"Okay." Duo Gan paused and stepped into the low threshold.

Several people followed behind.

It is a simple and frugal old residence in the south of the Yangtze River. There is a sweet and humid atmosphere of wood and green bricks in the air. The red soil under the feet has been trampled into hard black for many years, but it has been cleaned cleanly.There was no one in the courtyard at the four corners, and there were two men's clothes hanging on the bamboo bone, with broad shoulders and long sleeves, they looked like tall men.There used to be a row of wine vats by the wall of the hall, which must have been there for many years, and the fragrance could not be concealed.

Xiuhe said: "My father has been brewing wine all his life, and his biggest wish is to have his own winery. Now that the grown-ups praise him, not only does the winery have a winery, but the wine has also become a tribute wine. I don't know what to be happy about. Sample."

Duogan didn't seem to be listening, and just looked around with his hands behind his back, but what he saw was not the simplicity and tranquility of the courtyard, but only its simplicity and poverty.What is that piled in the corner?It's a pile of firewood.The kitchen is dark and dark, with pots and pans, wooden stoves for steaming rice, and tongs for burning firewood. These are the lifelong cares of folk housewives.

In the dim light and shadow, it seemed to see the clear shadow of a woman busy in front of the stove again.His eyes were a little sore, thinking of her glamor on the stage, how beautiful she was at that time... How could she fall into the dust and be willing to do these rough and humble things?

Duogan asked Xiuhe, "Does your mother often sing in the back hall?"

Sing?

"No." Xiuhe replied in a low voice: "Auntie Hong always said that Auntie was born with a talent for acting, and she was a red star back then. Father wanted to hear it, so he often coaxed her to sing, and Auntie relied on her father for the rest of the matter. , but this is the only thing she refuses in every possible way. Until she went, Xiuhe never heard her say a word."

Duogan knew why Xiao Yansheng didn't go back to look for him, she buried all the old glory and old love in the dust, even she was so thorough in the play, why did she go back?

She refused to forgive him, and the resentment and hatred in her heart would last forever.

(End of this chapter)