After developing a villain heroine, they came after her

Chapter 58 Nothing has changed

Luo Cong'an's hanging palms were held tightly, almost pinching into the flesh because of too much force.

She subconsciously took half a step back.

Xiao Yu was a little puzzled, but she still saw something was wrong with this white-haired girl. She didn't say anything and just stood silently in the courtyard.

She suddenly felt that this girl looked familiar.

But she was sure that this was her first meeting with the girl.

If they had met before, Xiao Yu would have been impressed by the other person's stunning face and white hair.

So where does this familiarity come from?

Xiao Yu was just wondering when she heard the girl standing outside the door speak.

Her voice was hoarse, as if she was suppressing many emotions.

"Burial, funeral...?"

Xiaoyu nodded and confirmed: "Yes, funeral."

She thought for a moment and then added, "Are you the daughter of Mr. Chen's old friend...?"

She originally wanted to ask the other party if he had any history with Mr. Chen, but then she thought of the age gap between the two, so she added two words at the end.

But Luo Cong'an didn't care so much, she just stared straight ahead.

After getting the exact answer, she was in this state, so much so that she didn't listen to the next sentence at all.

"funeral……"

The girl's voice was light and airy, like a whisper floating in the wind.

Xiao Yu frowned. She felt that this person was really weird, so she couldn't help but urge: "If you have nothing to do, please leave early. I have to continue to collect your husband's belongings."

After she finished speaking, she was about to close the door when she suddenly met Luo Congan's eyes.

The eyes were dark and lifeless, with no trace of brilliance at all.

Empty, godless, even without focus.

In short, Xiaoyu felt a little scary for no reason. She drew back her neck and stopped what she was doing.

The next moment, a hoarse voice sounded again.

"Who are you, sir?"

"Why do you call me sir?"

Xiao Yu tensed up. She didn't want to answer these two questions, but she had an illusion that if she didn't answer them properly, something very bad would happen.

So she hesitated and said, "I am Mr. Chen's...student? Anyway, that's what Mr. Chen called me at the beginning."

After she said this, she saw that the girl was still staring at her, so she had to continue: "As for sir, everyone calls him that. Lord Ma also asked me to call him sir. Is there any problem?"

Luo Congan was silent and shook his head.

She stepped forward, like a worm squirming, and moved through the door bit by bit.

Xiaoyu didn't stop him because she felt that the other party probably knew Mr. Chen, otherwise there would be no reason why he would behave like this.

The moment he stepped into the small courtyard, Luo Congxin felt in a trance.

It turned out that she had been separated from this small courtyard, which held countless beautiful memories, for thirteen years.

Time has not brought much change to the courtyard. Except for a few more mottled walls, the courtyard is no different from what she remembered.

The tall locust tree, the bamboo chair under the locust tree, the stone table and stone bench next to the bamboo chair.

Nothing has changed.

Even the placement is exactly the same.

Xiaoyu followed. She noticed the girl's eyes and looked at her together.

Immediately, a look of nostalgia appeared on her face, "My husband loved to lie on that bamboo chair most when he was alive. He would often lie there for most of the day. Sometimes he wouldn't wake up even if I called him to eat."

<divclass="contentadv"> "So I didn't touch it when I packed my things. I always felt that my husband would come back. If he came back, how sad would he be to see that his beloved bamboo chair was gone?"

Xiao Yu said, thinking of something, she suddenly laughed out loud.

"But maybe, sir, he always looks very indifferent. Even if the bamboo chair is gone, he will probably just smash it and say it's a pity."

She babbled, these days, every time someone came to express condolences, Xiaoyu would tell more about her husband, so that everyone could have a deeper impression of him.

It is true that Chen An was too reclusive during his lifetime, and it was difficult for even Lord Ma to see him, let alone other people.

Most of the people who came to express condolences were from the capital. Xiao Yu heard from City Master Ma that they were all people Mr. Chen had helped in the capital before, and some were students he had taught in his early years.

Thinking of this, she said, "You are also from the capital, right? In fact, my husband was buried three days ago. If you want, you can wait until the first seven days to worship together."

"By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is yet?"

Hearing this, Luo Cong'an turned her head slightly stiffly. She looked at this pretty little girl and replied, "Luo Cong'an."

"Which Luo?"

Xiaoyu asked.

Luo Congan was stunned, feeling that this conversation was so familiar.

But she is no longer the little beggar she once was who didn't know how to read and hid in dark alleys all day long.

She whispered: "The Luo of Three Points Water, the Luo of Luoyang."

Xiaoyu understood and said oh.

Then the small courtyard became quiet again, with only the occasional rustle brought by the wind and snow.

After a while, Xiaoyu took the lead to break the silence. She strode into the hall and came out carrying a wheelchair with some difficulty.

She carefully moved the wheelchair, crossed the threshold, and placed it in the open space in the courtyard.

After doing this, Xiao Yu clapped her hands and said with emotion: "The wheelchair you drew is really exquisite. It is countless times better than those sold on the market. No wonder the craftsmen couldn't help but admire it when they got the drawing. "

"I plan to wait for the first seven days and then burn this wheelchair and some warm clothes to my husband."

Luo Cong'an looked over, her eyes dull, "Wheelchair?"

Xiaoyu glanced at her, "Yes, wheelchair, don't you know?"

Before Luo Cong'an could reply, Xiaoyu then asked and answered himself: "That's right. It's normal that you don't know. After all, the capital is so far away, and sir doesn't seem like someone who would take the initiative to talk."

She walked behind the wheelchair and put her hand on the handle, with an even more nostalgic look in her eyes.

"I remember that not long after I arrived, my husband was in a wheelchair."

"It was an ordinary morning. I heard my husband shouting in the room, so I quickly got up and ran over."

When Xiaoyu said this, he smiled.

"Actually, my husband is a really good person. He even said that he would trouble me more in the future."

"Really, I was originally called by City Lord Ma to serve him, and he was so polite to me, which made me feel a little embarrassed at the time..."

She continued to ramble on. Ever since her husband left, Xiaoyu loved to recall the past.

"When my husband was alive, he often asked me to push him around the city. Sometimes he went to the west side of the city to see the scenery, and sometimes he went to restaurants to listen to books. He thought I didn't know, but in fact I knew everything... He was just afraid that I would stay there It’s boring in the courtyard.”

"But every time when Mr. comes back, he always sits at the door for a long time and refuses to enter the house no matter what. It's obvious that his body is weak and he can't breathe."

There was some complaint in Xiaoyu's tone. She raised her head and said, "I'm a bit verbose, please don't..."

Her words suddenly stopped.

Because she saw two lines of clear tears flowing down the girl's face.