Su Huating laughed angrily, "Do you know that you are saying the most vicious words with the cleanest expression?"
"I don't care if it's good or evil, I just want Qiannai."
"Do you believe it? Qiannai will never love anyone again in her life. A woman will only love one man in her life."
Xiangliu said he knew. The moment he nodded, Su Huating suddenly became as stiff as a piece of wood. He couldn't move at all.
"Kill you, how can Anai still have a moving smile? I won't kill you, peel off your skin, I want to become you."
That night, the Su Mansion in Ying'an was very quiet. Except for the crying of children in the second half of the night, Qian Nai kept coaxing Xiao Zhu'er, but Xiao Zhu'er kept crying. Qian Nai was anxious to get her husband back, but... He was told by his servant that Su Huating would not return home tonight. Ying'an's case was so difficult that he was too busy to get away.
Qian Nai stayed with the child from night to day. Xiaozhu'er cried for several hours, and her voice became hoarse from crying.
As soon as he came back, he hurriedly apologized to her, saying that it was too busy outside and he would not stay home all night in the future. Qian Nai was so angry that she covered his mouth and said, "Keep your voice down, don't wake the child up."
"Okay." He kissed her palm gently.
Qian Nai felt numb all over, "What are you doing!" She quickly pulled her hand away.
"Qiannai, life after life, you are the only one I love."
She noticed that he was a little strange, "Why do you say such nonsense as soon as you come back?"
He liked this very much when he was young.
"I want you to like me more. You always look at the little piggy, and you don't even see me in your eyes." He held her in his arms.
People in the mansion shouted, "It's not good, it's not good!"
Qian Nai walked out of the door, "Why are you so panicked?"
Several slaves cried and cried, "It's Mr. Xiang... Mr. Xiangliu is dead..."
Qian Nai's ears were so stuffy that they hurt, "What did you say?"
There was no wound on his body. He was lying on the ground blankly, his expression still the same as when he was alive. Qian Nai wanted to feel his breath, but when she got under his nose, her hands were shaking terribly, "Xiao Liu'er..."
She held him in her arms, her heart was cut like a knife, and she couldn't let him wake up again no matter what. She cried endlessly, unable to believe that he left her like this.
"Su Huating" gently rubbed the top of her hair and comforted her warmly, "Maybe he just went to where he should go."
"Nonsense, I didn't let him leave, he can't go anywhere!" Qian Nai said with red eyes.
Three years later, during the Hotarugishi Lantern Festival, the red lanterns in the sky lit up half of the sky. Even in the capital city where the inscription was made, the "fireflies" of Hotarugishi could be seen.
Qian Nai held the little pig and made lanterns in the yard.
Xiaozhu'er grabbed the cake that fell on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth. Qianna knocked it away. She became a little fierce and looked stern. Xiaozhu'er was frightened for a while and didn't dare to cry.
In the past year, most of the servants in the family have left, leaving only a few slightly loyal people serving in the Su Mansion.
Someone came to send a message, "Master is back."
Xiao Zhuer stood there not knowing what to do. Fortunately, Qian Nai ordered the little man to take him to bed, saying that it was getting late and children should not stay up late.
She took the lotus seed soup from the servant's hand and said, "Go down, you don't need to wait here anymore."
"Yes, ma'am."
He walked toward her with an umbrella and covered her head with it. "Don't stand in the courtyard for too long. There is heavy dew here. It rained lightly on the road just now. Fortunately, you brought me an umbrella." Su Huating said.
Qian Nai looked at him under the umbrella, "It's raining, how can the lanterns be lit?"
"Yeah, it's raining. Why are there so many lanterns in the sky? No one got wet except me." He looked at her.
Qian Nai pushed open the umbrella and stretched out her hand to catch the rain in the air, "This rain will only wet you and me. Why do you think it is?"
He smiled and kissed the corner of her lips, "It's going to rain. Who will it get wet? What does it have to do with me?"
"If I told you that everything here is fake and only you and me are real, would you believe it?" Qian Nai said.
"I never care whether you are true or false, whether you are true or false."
"Xiangliu, there is only one thing I hate in my life."
"Oh, what is it?"
"Bringing you into my life."
Xiangliu smiled, "I lied to you, and you lied to me. Are we still playing the game of deceiving each other when we were kids?"
"Is it a game or the truth, do you care?" she sneered.
"Will he hold an umbrella over your head like me? No, he will only take care not to get his clothes wet. Will he watch you all night? No, because he is not like me. Treat you as everything, Su Huating, he obviously doesn't love you that much."
"That's enough, stop talking!" She covered her ears.
"You don't know why he comes back so late every night."
"Shut up, I told you to shut up! He loves me. If it weren't for you, we could be in love for the rest of our lives and be an ordinary couple." She cried.
He had no choice but to sigh and wipe away her tears, "Don't cry. I'm just saying this because I feel sorry for you. I want to be good to you and give you everything you need. Why don't you want me to?"
"I don't need the love of monsters. I am a human being. Unlike you, you are just a puppet and not worthy of the word love at all. You have killed so many people and still want to say the word love. What qualifications do you have? "
"From beginning to end, I only killed Su Huating. You should believe me."
"Yes, I should believe you." She held a peach branch in her hand, holding one end tightly, and stabbed it into his chest without hesitation.
He really didn't shed a drop of blood. Under this skin, there was a person carved out of wood with no emotion or warmth.
"Anai." He held her hand holding the murder weapon, "You must be in pain, right?"
She wanted to kill him, but he asked her if it hurt.
"I forgot you don't feel pain at all," Qianna said.
"Anai, you hate me?"
"No, I don't hate you anymore, but I don't love you either. To me, you are just like the peach branch in my hand, a piece of wood. How can a person hate wood?"
"It's okay to hate me if you don't love me, but you don't even bother to hate me. Anai, can you look at me?"
Qian Nai turned her back and turned into fireflies all over the sky in an instant.
The umbrella in his hand quietly fell to the ground, and the dry flower branches on his chest gradually flowed blood along the branches.
Another Qian Nai ran towards him from outside the courtyard, "Husband."
Xiangliu fell into her arms, "It doesn't matter, I don't care if this moment is true or false, as long as you love me at this moment."
Ji Liyou, who got lost in Diaoti, looked around for Qian Nai.
"Sir, do you want some flowers?"
"No, no, no." He pushed Hanadao away.
"It's peach blossoms, which can ward off evil spirits." the florist insisted.
"I do not want."
"Take it, someone needs it," he said.
As soon as Ji Liyou heard the voice, he ran away. Unfortunately, he pulled him back and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Why are you here too?"
The black sky is slightly revealed with purple clouds, and the golden light is endless.
"Come with me."
"But I haven't found the girl yet."
The storyteller got angry and kicked him, "If you don't leave, I'll leave you here alone."
"No." He grabbed his sleeve, "I don't know anyone here."
He said, "Let go."
The two of them arrived at Ying'an. Within less than one stick of incense, the purple color on the horizon had spread. The storyteller was not in a hurry and slowly arrived outside the house.
"Why did you bring me here?" Ji Liyou asked.
"Something's wrong."
Passing through the wall, he and Ji Liyou entered the mansion openly and openly. In the courtyard, Qian Nai was still holding Su Huating tightly in her arms, heartbroken.
The storyteller squatted in front of Qian Nai and pulled out the peach blossom branches. The dry branches had sprouts and one section was stained with blood.
He sighed, "It's a pity, I'm only a little short of becoming a human."
Qian Nai's eyes widened, "Who are you?"
Ji Liyou stepped forward and grabbed her, "Come with me quickly, you shouldn't stay here for long."
Qian Nai said, "Presumptuous!"
The storyteller used the fan as a barrier to block the distance between them, "She and she are not the same person."
"Exactly the same, why not?"
"The real her is dead, and she is just a phantom in a dream."
Qian Nai tried to warm him with the warmth of her palms, "Wake up quickly, please, don't scare me, husband."
The storyteller became interested and walked up to her, "Do you know who he is?"
"He is my husband."
"Your husband died many years ago, didn't you know?"
"Lie, this is my husband."
"Do you know who killed those people who died in Ying'an? Or do you think it was Xiangliu who killed them?"
She stared straight at him, "I don't know what you're talking about."
He shook his head and smiled, "Liyou, let's go."
After walking a few steps, Ji Liyou wondered, "Why did the dreaming Qian Nai come here? If that is not the real Qian Nai, what about the real Qian Nai?"
"Qianna is dead and her soul is gone."
"real?"
"Well, she came here to kill him."
"Kill who?"
"Xiangliu."
"Xiangliu is... the one who died on the ground just now?"
"Maybe."
"What do you mean maybe?"
"Xiangliu is not an ordinary person. He is the heir of the gods, but he wants to become a human being. It's a pity that the one he loves doesn't love him. He doesn't get true love. He is almost able to have real flesh and blood."
"I do not understand what you said."
"It's okay, you don't have to understand."
"What? Tell me. What did you just say about killing people and not killing people?"
"It's very simple. The girl who came to our teahouse thought it was Xiangliu who killed someone, but it was actually Su Huating. He wanted to blame Xiangliu, but Xiangliu killed him in advance before his plan could be realized."
"I still don't understand."
"Who does she hate?" the storyteller murmured.
(End of chapter)