After developing a villain heroine, they came after her

Chapter 59 Huanxi Sand

"Are you OK?"

Xiao Yu was startled by Luo Cong'an's appearance. She could just cry if she wanted to. Why didn't she even make a sound? It was really scary...

Luo Cong'an shook his head, his voice still hoarse as before.

"fine."

She stepped forward and stretched out her hand to put it on the wheelchair, but she stretched it out in mid-air and took it back.

"You go on."

Four words came out of her mouth.

Although Xiao Yu found it strange, it was rare to meet someone who was interested in her husband during his lifetime, so he didn't ask too many questions.

After all, she was feeling very depressed these days, and she had a lot to say but couldn't find a place to pour it out.

She hesitated for a moment, with some uncertainty on her face, "Actually, I feel that Mr. likes to sit at the door, not because he likes to blow in the wind, but more like... waiting for someone?"

"I asked my husband several times, but he always smiled and shook his head and was unwilling to tell me, so after I asked several times, I stopped asking."

Hearing this, Luo Congan trembled slightly.

She began to move again, like a slowly squirming insect, slowly approaching the hall.

Just when he was about to cross the threshold, Luo Congan stopped.

Xiaoyu looked at her back curiously, wondering what this girl with white hair and red eyes, who looked so familiar, wanted to do.

After a while, she stepped forward and asked, "Do you want to go in and take a look? In fact, there is nothing inside. It is empty. Most of them were burned by me."

"Because I heard from the priests that things used by the deceased cannot be left in the world for too long..."

Luo Cong'an didn't speak. She turned around numbly and walked towards another room next to her.

Still moving slowly, moving forward.

The curiosity in Xiaoyu's eyes became more intense, and she followed Luo Congan.

This room looks smaller than other rooms. The old wooden door is locked with an iron chain. The lock is covered with thick dust. It seems that it has not been opened for a long time.

Xiaoyu took the initiative to introduce: "This is the utility room, which contains small wooden figures carved by some gentlemen."

She paused for a moment, then said with a sudden look: "I almost forgot, my husband actually had a hobby during his lifetime, which was carving these weird little wooden figures."

"At that time, besides eating and sleeping every day, my husband would just daze with his carving knife. Although the carvings looked weird, anyone who looked at them would praise them for their precision. Even Lord Ma couldn't help but want to ask your husband to take action. Woolen cloth."

"But in the next two years, my husband suddenly stopped talking again. When I asked him why, he always changed the subject."

Xiaoyu sighed, "I always feel that my husband has many stories hidden in his heart. Unfortunately, I'm too stupid and my husband doesn't want to tell them to me."

She looked at Luo Cong'an and said with a smile: "And let me tell you, those little wooden figures are really strange in appearance. You would never guess it..."

Luo Congan suddenly spoke and interrupted her.

"Big head, no neck, short limbs."

Xiaoyu was startled, she looked very surprised.

"You actually know..."

Luo Cong'an reached into her chest and took out the wooden sculpture that her husband had given her when they parted.

Due to age, the overall wood carving has been slightly deformed, and there is a small crack at the bottom, exuding a faint pine scent.

When Xiaoyu saw it, her face was even more surprised. She looked at the wooden man carefully, and then stared at Luo Congan's face.

She finally knew where the inexplicable sense of déjà vu in the girl came from.

This wooden figure looks very similar to a girl.

If you take one of them alone, you may not be able to associate them with each other, but if you put the two together, the sense of déjà vu will be very strong.

So Xiaoyu's eyes widened and she said in shock: "You can't be my husband's long-lost daughter!"

Luo Cong'an looked at her expressionlessly.

Xiao Yu was stunned, and she asked in a low voice: "Could it be... no?"

At the same time, she was murmuring in her heart.

If you are not the daughter of my husband’s old friend, nor my long-lost biological daughter, then is it possible that you can still be my husband’s unmarried wife?

Luo Cong'an ignored her, but walked forward and gently pushed the wooden door of the utility room.

<divclass="contentadv">The chain was loose and made a rattling sound.

Xiaoyu reminded: "If you want to go in, I'll go to the hall to get the key."

As she said this, she turned around and wanted to go to the hall, but Luo Cong'an stopped her with a voice.

"Need not."

Then, Luo Cong'an stretched out her hand, and the entire chain, which was thicker than her arm, was cut directly from it.

When Xiaoyu saw this, his eyes suddenly widened and his mouth opened into a round pigeon egg.

The chain fell heavily to the ground, bringing up a cloud of dust.

Luo Congan pushed the door open and entered.

Oncoming is the fine dust flying everywhere in the air, which is clearly visible under the sunlight.

And, an unpleasant smell of rotten and moldy wood.

One after another, strangely shaped wood carvings came into view.

They have been locked in this small utility room for many years, and now they finally see the light of day.

Because no one has taken care of it for a long time, the wood carving is covered with thick dust and its body is often cracked, just like the one treasured in Luo Congan's arms.

The girl leaned against the door, staring blankly into the door with an expression as if she was in a daze.

Xiao Yu came over, covering her nose with her hands and looking into the door.

The next moment, she looked at the neatly arranged wood carvings all over the room, and couldn't help but sigh: "There are so many, there are only the last few empty seats left..."

"Actually, I have never understood why my husband suddenly stopped carving, when there were only a few left to fill the pile."

Xiao Yu didn't know about this issue, and Luo Cong'an certainly couldn't know about it.

She suddenly asked: "Sir, did he... have anything to say before his death?"

In this regard, Xiao Yu tilted her head and thought for a while, then said: "The gentleman was very calm when he left, but I didn't hear what he said..."

At this point, Xiaoyu's eyes lit up, she ran back to the hall, and then walked out holding a stack of old and yellowed rice paper.

She carefully placed the rice paper, and then looked at Luo Congan expectantly, "You are from the capital, so you must know a lot of words. These were all found in my husband's room. I can't understand many of them. You can read them." Listen to me?"

Xiaoyu knows some words, but not many.

Two days ago, a young man named Li Yizhou came from the capital, and Xiaoyu wanted him to help him recite.

But Li Yizhou only hurriedly laid a few sticks of incense and left in a hurry, not bothering to look at Xiao Yu again.

So Xiaoyu had no choice but to pin her hopes on the girl in front of her.

After all, unlike other people who came to worship, the other party seemed to be more interested in the husband's personal affairs.

Luo Congan's eyes slowly moved away from the wooden carvings.

Finally, it stopped at the stack of rice paper that was yellowed and even had some damaged corners.

She picked up the top one and read softly: "Who misses the cold west wind alone, the rustling yellow leaves behind closed windows, meditating on the past and the setting sun..."

When he thought of this, his voice suddenly stopped.

"what happened?"

Xiao Yu was listening carefully with her ears raised. She was very puzzled when she saw Luo Cong'an stopped.

The girl's fingers holding the rice paper trembled slightly.

Because she remembered the first poem that her husband read to her that morning, which was also the song Huanxisha.

She still remembered that she interrupted her husband very willfully.

Luo Congan's voice trembled and he forced himself to read.

"The book gambling faded away the fragrance of tea. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary..."

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