Wherever love comes, the living can die, and the dead can live.

As expected, Jian Lin made Jian's mansion turn upside down as Yanzhi expected. He held her body and sat for three days and three nights without a drop of rice. Tears flowed silently. Mrs. Jian forced Jian Lin to let Yanzhi's body go, but Jian Lin seemed to be crazy. Whenever someone wanted to steal the body in his arms, he would shout and make a fuss and fight with his eyes.

Yanzhi's soul stood beside him and looked indifferently.

After her death, she did not immediately pass away from the cycle of reincarnation, but turned into a wisp of soul and stayed in the mortal world, and none of the mortals could see her.

Yanzhi looked at Jian Lin in pain, looked at Jian Lin in sadness and despair, looked at him with empty eyes on her costume, painted her appearance, imitated her voice, and sang their operas overnight and shed his tears alone in the Rouge Pavilion.

After singing a song.

Jian Lin squatted slowly on the ground, as if he had lost all his support.

The eyes are red and swollen, sad and desolate.

He hugged his arms tighter and tighter, as if he was hugging the owner of this costume, using all his strength.

His shoulders trembled slightly.

Tears fell to the ground, and tears fell into pieces.

Jian Lin swallowed even more and called her name.

One after another.

Rouge...Rouge...

The voice was hoarse and sad.

Innocence with children.

"Why, why don't you believe me?"

Yanzhi stood beside him and looked at him quietly, as if she was watching a play that had nothing to do with her.

Silent, with contemptuous and numb eyes.

She floated behind him and sighed quietly: "Why haven't you come to the evil prison to find me? Why haven't you died yet? When I hid from Nirvana City to Philadelphia, you could find me. Now that I have entered hell, do you dare not come?"

Yanzhi chuckled sarcastically, her face as white as paper and her lips as blood.

"Haha, I still say I love me. I don't believe a word about a man. If you really love me, you will die and come to the evil prison to accompany me. Now who will you show me about the show here? This will only make me feel disgusted."

Jane Lin couldn't see her soul or hear her voice.

He lives in his own drama, tears falling down drop by drop.

Yanzhi couldn't get his reaction, and could not see his cautious smile to please her. She felt very bored and turned around and floated out of Jian's mansion.

Through flowers and willows, square ponds and arch bridges.

The wind, flowers, snow and moon have passed by, and all the scenery cannot be melted into her black eyes.

Yanzhi is cold and weak by nature, inferior and disgusted with the world. Her mind has long become distorted and dirty at the bottom of society. She forcibly retaliated against Jian Lin for the injustice of fate. She believed that if Jian Lin really loved her, she should go to hell to die with her.

If Jian Lin dies, it will be the greatest revenge on Mrs. Jian.

Rouge hates Jane Lin.

Just because the boy's eyebrows and eyes were as bright as the stars as the first time he met, but she was covered in mud and stuck in filth and could not extricate herself.

She hated himself in his eyes.

He is a high-ranking official and nobleman at the highest level of society. For him, opera is enjoyment, fun, and a tool to please women. But for her, opera is a profession that can survive, and the scars on her body and heart are all given by learning opera.

The injustice of status teaches her how to avoid hatred.

Yanzhi's soul wandered in the streets and alleys, and unknowingly floated to the Sun Mansion. Three years ago, she had never seen Sun Zhen or his wife again since she returned to Nirvana from Philadelphia to become Jian Lin's concubine.

Yanzhi thought about it and penetrated the white wall and floated into the Sun Mansion.

When she saw the disfigured Mrs. Sun, she was a little confused.

Judging from the new and old scars on Mrs. Sun's face, it was thought that it was an old wound. Although only a faint red scar was left, the face was really ruined. Yanzhi was extremely confused. How did Mrs. Sun get the wound on her face?

The maid handed her a cup of tea to Mrs. Sun: "Madam, I heard that the little town lord's concubine died a few days ago."

Mrs. Sun paused and asked, "The little town lord's concubine? Is that bitch Yanzhi?"

The maid nodded, and Mrs. Sun was stunned and slapped the table captain: "Good death, that bitch should have died long ago! I shouldn't have been soft-hearted at the beginning, but just ruined her appearance, so she could take the opportunity to ask Jian Lin's bastard to take revenge and scratch my face!" Mrs. Sun touched her scarred face, with a vicious look on her face, and said angrily, "It's hateful that Jian Lin is the lord of the small city. The city lord beat Jian Lin for several months and was exempted from Sun Zhen's tax for two years, so she let this bastard go. Why doesn't this bastard die with that bitch of Yanzhi?!"

Yanzhi was stunned. It turned out that the child Jian Lin really avenged her.

He didn't lie to her.

So later he didn't show up for several days, because he was beaten by the city lord and couldn't get out of bed?

Yanzhi floated back to Jian's mansion in a daze, staring at the haggard Jian Lin in a daze.

My heart was empty for a moment, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

Jian Lin was sick of lovesickness, and she never took off her costume. She sang "Du Liniang" day and night, making her voice hoarse, her starry eyes red and swollen, and finally fell on the sickbed. She still said the name of Rouge with her eyes blankly, and her face was filled with strange redness. The doctor said it was a heart disease, so Mrs. Jian slapped Jian Lin on the face, hugged his weak body, and cried bitterly.

"A sin! I will not let my grandson go if I die! What did my Jian family do wrong and caused such a sin to harm my Jian family?! I will come to old man any retribution, so don't harm my grandson again!"

Mrs. Jian fell ill and fell ill like a thread, as if she was really transferring her evil deeds to her. As her condition became worse day by day, Jian Lin got better day by day. He no longer performed all day and night. Most of the time, he knelt in front of Mrs. Jian's sickbed, staring at Mrs. Jian with his eyes blank, without saying a word, but just quietly.

Before her death, Mrs. Jian confessed to Jian Lin that the glass of poisoned wine was sent to the rouge room.

Jian Lin's unswerving eyes finally reacted. He moved his eyes and looked at the old woman with a strange smile: "Grandma, I know." He lowered his head and said quietly, "I know it all the time."

Mrs. Jian widened her eyes and died with her eyes open.

Jane Lin was so angry that Mrs. Jane died of old man.

On the night of the burial, Jian Lin put on the opera robe that he had not worn for a long time, sang the opera, and was heartbroken and heartbroken, but unlike before, his eyes were no longer in vain, but were filled with resentment.

He looked at a corner of the room and smiled sadly: "Yangzhi, are you satisfied?"

Jian Lin covered her lips and smiled, tears falling down her eyes.

"I'm so angry that grandma, I've avenged you. Do you want me like this?"

Yanzhi covered her mouth with her hands, and tears were like a flood that was leaking from the gate, flowing constantly, and her heart hurt. She shook her head desperately, step by step, unable to accept him in front of her.

No, this shouldn't be the case.

The child Jian Lin, the child who is as bright as a star, shouldn't have laughed so dirty.

He shouldn't have become what she used to be.

Yanzhi had obviously avenged his revenge, but his heart became more and more empty and painful.

It seemed like a sharp blade was penetrated by her chest. The sharp white blade was covered with sticky blood, which was tingling and thrusting, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Jian Lin did not seek death, he dared not die because he did not dare to face Mrs. Jian. He loved Mrs. Jian deeply but hated Yanzhi. He just wanted to torture himself, so he lived like a walking corpse during the day and sang opera at night.

In other people's stories, he shed tears.

The city lord did not allow anyone to enter the inner courtyard. The servants thought the inner courtyard was haunted, so they looked timid and no one dared to come in the inner courtyard again.

Jian Lin locked himself in a city, dark and lonely, like an evil prison.

Three years, more than a thousand days and nights, like this every night.

.

Su Caicai used cinnabar to draw a circle the size of a bathtub on the open space outside the yard of Jian Mansion, which could accommodate six or seven people. She took out a paper talisman from her arms, and put it on the display mantra on the Five Elements Palace in the red circle.

The red cinnabar circle suddenly rose and shone brightly.

The female ghost floated into the circle, and the dead aura on her body disappeared. Even the oily rouge on her face seemed to be washed away with dew, simple and white, with a faint halo, which looked particularly clean under the night sky.

She wiped away the tears on her face, forced herself to laugh, and nodded to Su Caicai.

Su Caicai held the white cat and pushed open the door of Yanzhi Pavilion.

Jian Lin was wearing a playboo and looked at the girl in Green Shang who suddenly pushed open the door. But after coming back to his senses, the girl in Green Shang glanced at him faintly, walked to the side, revealing the woman in the yard who seemed to be glowing.

Jian Lin widened his eyes and shivered in disbelief.

"Rou, Rouge..."

Yanzhi stood in the yard, not talking, but just looked at him quietly, as if he had been waiting for it for a thousand years.

Jian Lin shot out like an arrow that took off his bow and rushed into the aperture, trying to embrace Yanzhi, but was afraid of disappearing in front of him.

He looked helpless.

The hatred and resentment in his eyes disappeared at this moment.

As soon as he saw Yanzhi, he would become the young man he had first met again, always awkward and shy and embarrassed.

She held it in her palm, tightly.

Yanzhi said: "When I was down there, I met grandma."

Jian Lin's face turned pale and his breathing stagnated.

Yanzhi hurriedly said, "Alin, grandma died of the oil and lights. It's not what you thought you were angry to death. She was very strong. Before entering the door of rebirth, she grabbed my hair and beat me up, asking me to stay on it and tell you that she doesn't blame you, she just wants you to live well, and will..." Yanzhi lowered her eyelashes and "continue the incense of Jian's mansion."

Jian Lin shivered with white lips: "Grandma, grandma really said that?"

Rouge said, "Don't you believe me?"
To be continued...