"She was very young and was only seventeen or eighteen years old when she married my father. At that time, I was the eldest son in the family, and I had two younger brothers and sisters under me, both of whom were my mother. Her family background was better than my mother, and my grandmother valued her very much. Later I thought, what my grandmother and father valued was her family background. She was like a child and sometimes played with us. Grandmother and father were also indulging her and did not ask her to handle family affairs like her mother. She had no idea about her mother... just because it was because

Because of her personality, she couldn't stay idle, her mouth couldn't stay idle, and she couldn't stay idle either. I don't know which maid told her about her mother's affairs, so she wanted to go to her mother's former residence. In the last year, my mother did not live in the main courtyard, but moved to the side courtyard. After she died, it was also sealed. Her tablets were placed in the side courtyard and were taken care of by her servants. My paintings were hung there. Grandmother and father did not allow us to get close to there. Even worshiping mothers, they just burned some paper money in the courtyard, and there was no tablet to kowtow.

"My stepmother sneaked into the side courtyard. When she came back, she was very angry. Because her grandmother and father didn't care, the servants who were responsible for taking care of the there began to be lazy. She felt a little naive and righteous, and complained to her grandmother and father. Looking back, she praised my painting again and wanted me to draw one for her. She threw this matter behind her mind. That day, her grandmother ordered the replacement of the original servant. I knew at a glance that she did not take this matter to heart, and she did not say punishment, and the matter was left to the people below to do. My stepmother didn't understand this at all. She happily asked me for the painting. Although I was sad, I didn't mean to blame them."

Ye Zheng continued expressionlessly: "I was already eleven years old at that time and I often recalled my mother, but my memory was already a little blurry. What I remember most clearly was her crazy appearance before her death. That was abnormal. It was not like she was sick at all.

"But after my mother passed away, nothing happened in the family. I don't know why my mother became like that. Even the painting, after my mother was buried, was taken away by her father and placed in a side courtyard, I never saw it again.

"My stepmother...is something was wrong the night she came back from the side courtyard. During the day, she was pestering me and asking me to draw a picture. At night, I was still painting for her... I really like her. Compared to her mother, she looks more like a sister and a sister." Ye Zhengyi showed a little sadness, "That night, there was a big noise in the main courtyard. I heard screams at that time. I remember trembling my hands and leaving it on her neck

A trace of ink was drawn. The noise lasted all night. My father called the doctor overnight and my grandmother went over to see it. I arrived later. My servant heard about the situation and said that it was a thief at home, which alarmed the maid. After hearing this, the stepmother was frightened and a little uncomfortable. But after so long... When I passed, I only saw my stepmother tied to the bed and struggling wildly. Her appearance was almost exactly the same as before my mother passed away.

"I was scolded by my father and drove back. I didn't want to leave. My grandmother pulled me away and took me to her room. She also gave orders to my servant, not allowing me to step out of the room. I remember asking my grandmother at that time, how did my mother die... Her face was not good-looking, and when she heard my questions, her face looked even more ugly. Looking at my eyes, it seemed like she was going to eat me. I dare not ask anymore... I was restless and could not paint. The next day, I didn't see my stepmother. In the next few days, I didn't hear any sounds, and I didn't see anyone. My grandmother and my father only said that she was scared and needed to rest. During that time, my father had been in trouble.

I almost didn't live at home, and I just slept in the study when I went home. The stepmother's house probably heard the news that her sister-in-law had come to visit. Later, her brother and father also came in person. I didn't see anyone. More than a month after that day, the side courtyard where my mother lived was on fire. I didn't know what I was thinking at that time. I rushed into the yard and saw the fire in the yard, but the house was still fine. I entered the house... My paintings, my mother's paintings, were hung there. The tablets were also there. They were covered in dust. It was dark at that time, but with the fire outside, I saw my paintings clearly...Mother..."

Ye Zhengyi suddenly choked up, "Mother's appearance... I clearly painted her loving, smiling, as if I was staring at me... But on the painting, my mother's face was ferocious and frightened. She was not looking at me. She turned her head, as if she was looking at something behind her. The fire outside the house swayed and was clearly extinguished. The painting also twisted and changed. I saw the blank space of the painting, and a strange black shadow appeared. The black shadow turned into even gradually covering the mother's appearance, as if she had swallowed her. What was left on the painting was a female ghost... There was a scar on her face, as if she was burned by fire, and it seemed to be traumatizing her. She was missing her left eye and her lips were cut off halfway. She seemed to be about to rush out of the painting and grab me. I ran away directly. The fire was not big.

"Later, my grandmother interrogated herself... She was furious, as angry as when I asked her the day of the stepmother's accident. I hid outside the house and eavesdropped. The servant guarding the side courtyard saw the ghost in the house just after his mother was buried. He heard ghost crying, ghost laughing, and other movements, and later he didn't dare to enter the house. The servants knew about this. They deceived their superiors and did not hide their subordinates, and only our family and those who were close to us were the ones we were close to.

People have never heard of this. My grandmother didn't come up in one breath and almost passed away. A big chaos, and those people told me all the good things they knew. The fire was not an accident, but my grandmother ordered the burning of the side yard. But the servants didn't dare to enter the house, so they set fire in the yard and didn't dare to get too close to the house. The fire was left unresolved. My father was furious and took people to burn the yard. My paintings and mother's tablets were burned together."

Ye Zhengyi was silent for a while and said blankly: "I... didn't stop it. I didn't stop it. At that time, I thought that my mother had hit a ghost. She was killed by a ghost, but the ghost refused to give up and pestered her stepmother again. But at that time, I vaguely felt... After the yard was burned, the stepmother did not get better. My grandmother fell ill. I...I haven't held a pen for a long time. My father was worried because of this. My grandmother's family was not local, probably because I didn't know the whole story. But my stepmother's father and brother were local, and loved her stepmother, so naturally they wouldn't give up. They picked up the stepmother and heard that they took the stepmother to pray to God and Buddha. Later, the stepmother was still dead... At the moment when I heard the news of death, I picked up the brush again. I drew the stepmother's appearance. As soon as the drawing was finished, I saw the female ghost who was disfigured. At that time, I... blessed to my heart. Haha..."
Chapter completed!