Chapter 578: Revisiting the Place (4)

A bowl of fragrant rice porridge was held in the palm of the hand, and a faint aroma permeated the dilapidated house. At that moment, she seemed to see a woman who had been desperately huddled on the bed, enduring the pain underneath her, the hurt in her heart, and a mouthful. Eating.
Nie Wushuang looked at it, and the old woman on the side thought she didn't like her appetite, and quickly asked, "But this porridge is not suitable for the girl's taste?"
Nie Wushuang shook his head, took a sip, raised his head and smiled at the old woman: "It's delicious." She said, two lines of tears rolled down unconsciously ...
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After leaving the old woman's house, Nie Wushuang reluctantly reluctantly, and looked back for a long time before turning back.
She asked Yang Zhi: "Did you give the money?"
Yang Zhi smiled: "Here, stuffed under the stove in the kitchen, the old lady will see it one day. As long as you don't show your richness and spend it slowly, you can enjoy her old age."
Nie Wushuang sighed: "That's fine. If I have a chance in the future, I still have to report my grandmother's gratitude, but unfortunately, I can't help myself."
She glanced across her beautiful eyes, and Yang Zhi was speechless.
He looked at the sky and asked, "Mother, can you go back? Otherwise, it will be late."
Nie Wushuang nodded his head: "There is nothing worth seeing."
After half a day, she found that there were so few places in Qi Jing's memory for her. Nie Fu and Xiang Guo Fu, once proud of their mansion, now have nothing but barrenness and sadness.
Yang directly saw her look Xiaosuo, called the carriage to go back with her. It was already afternoon in this time, and Nie Wushuang was sitting in the carriage, and he couldn't help feeling more relaxed and more emotional. The carriage slowly drove away and wobbled.
Nie Wushuang breathed a long breath and buried himself in the cloak. I don't know how long it was, the tip of the nose smelled a fragrant wind, and the ears of Yingying Yanyan heard the soft voice of Yingying. She couldn't help raising her curtains and saw where the carriage was passing. There were fragrant buildings on both sides. There were many girls standing upstairs.
Nie Wushuang frowned slightly, and Yang Zhi, who was sitting next to the driver, felt her sight, and looked apologetically, "Mother-in-law, you have gone the wrong way, so you can only pass here."
"No problem." Nie Wushuang said. She said that she was about to lower the curtain, and suddenly there was a familiar figure in her eyes.
She couldn't help but glance at it, she didn't know if it was fortunate or not, and the woman lowered her eyes from upstairs. Both were together.
Nie Wushuang was sitting in the car, looking at the face with thick makeup, but he could not forget. The woman realized who she was and quickly hurriedly walked into the building. While Nie Wushuang waited for the carriage to go forward a dozen feet, she said coldly, "Stop!"
"Mother-in-law?" Yang Zhi couldn't help but asked, "What's the mother-in-law?"
Nie Wushuang leaned in the carriage, calmed himself, stroked the phoenix embroidered on his sleeve, and said lightly: "This palace is wrong. Indeed, there are still old people who have not visited."
Yang Zhi was stunned, Nie Wushuang had stepped out of the carriage and slowly walked towards the Xianglou.
For a long time, Yang Zhizhen caught up and stopped her, hurriedly: "Where is the maiden going? This place is so dirty, how can the maiden step in?"
Nie Wushuang said nothing, pushed him away, and slowly walked into the green building that he just saw. The name was so-called "Xunfang Pavilion". Nie Wushuang didn't look at it, and went straight in. The old lady inside saw her coming in and wanted to have an attack, but looking at her in a rich costume, she could only put on a smiley face: "This lady, women are not accepted here. Let's ask my wife to go home!"
Nie Wushuang took out a piece of silver and put it in her hand, and said lightly, "I want to see Shen Rumei."
The old man looked at Yinzi, showing greedy eyes, but shook his head: "This is not possible. This is the place where your sons and fathers are drinking and having fun. It is not a place to catch and adulterers. Forgive me!"
Nie Wushuang's face sank slightly, and Yang straight behind him stepped forward, holding back his anger: "My wife is not foolish, but just meets an old man and wants to talk to her. Madam?"
Nie Wushuang nodded and repeated: "I want to see Shen Rumei."
The old lady saw that although she was pregnant, she had a different temperament around her, and she didn't look like she was about to have trouble. Then she sipped her smile and said, "I haven't heard of Shen Rumei ..."
Nie Wushuang raised an eyebrow, and exaggerated his majesty. The old lady looked trembling, and her heart was cold, and she almost knelt on the ground with her eyes. On the side, Yang Zhi handed in another piece of silver, and said coldly, "I don't rush to arrange it. If my wife is angry, you Xunfang Pavilion can't keep it!"
"Yes ..." The old lady did not dare to neglect anymore, and quickly went upstairs to prepare.
Nie Wushuang slowly followed and finally walked into a dark boudoir under the leadership of Lao. The curtains of pink and purple are full of stale and slightly pungent rouge.
Shen Rumei, who had not seen it in five years, leaned against the screen full of alert.
Yang frowned, opened the window, and the wind blew away the unbearable breath in the room. Nie Wushuang sat on the opposite chair, leaning on his waist, and then carefully looked at Shen Rumei in front of him.
However, in five years, she seemed to be more than ten years old. I still remember that her gorgeous face was now wrinkled, and she did not know whether it was pale or very shy because she applied rouge. No matter how thick rouge can't hide her premature aging eyes, those eyes that are cloudy and dead like fish eyes have lost their charming charm.
All in all, the woman standing in front of Nie Wushuang has been drained of her youth and vitality, like a walking dead with an empty skin.

Explain why there are more than 4,000 words in recent days.
Previously, it was because of a card. In recent days, it was because the post of the demon Queen wanted to publish the manuscript. At the end of October and early November, he had to submit the manuscript. Bing had to spend a little time every day to make changes. However, publishing will not affect the outcome, so rest assured.
Huh-In fact, every day is not easy. Hope you all support!
One more shout, the ending is coming soon, I guess it will be early November at the latest. Just a few more tangles. Ha ha