After Marrying the Sick and Weak Son, I Turned Around

  Chapter 353 Chengan Fanwai: Past Life Encounter

   Yongjia twenty years.

   Autumn is coming to an end, and there is desolation everywhere. The trees in the back alley are finally unwilling, and the last few fallen leaves hanging on the branches are scattered in the breeze...

  Su Anan looked up at the leaf swaying in the air, and suddenly sighed, how like that leaf, she seemed to fly, but fell.

   seems to be alive, but seems dead.

  Leaving a numb and hopeless body…

  No matter how slow the leaves fell, there was an end in the end. They fluttered in front of her and fell in a whirl. When Su Anan subconsciously raised her hand to catch it, suddenly a whip came fiercely.

   "Ah," she couldn't help crying out in pain, holding her hands, and just turning her head, she was greeted with scolding.

   "Ugly bastards, you still have time to pick up leaves and be lazy here, have you finished your work today! Why don't you hurry up and chop wood!"

   "Maybe it will rain in a few days. We will use a lot of firewood. You can't finish these today, so you are not allowed to sleep!"

The person who scolded her was the head of the back alley, Mrs. Wang. She was about fifty years old, and her breath was very strong. Her voice was so loud that she was waving the whip all the time. Su Anan was so scared that she shrank her hands and didn't even dare to blow it. Pain in the back of my hand, I hurriedly picked up the axe and chopped immediately, not daring to stop for a moment.

  Mother Wang's eight-character eyebrows were deeply knitted, and she was unhappy when she saw her. She scolded a few more words before leaving. When she left, she even told the kitchen that the firewood was not finished today, and there was no food to eat.

   Several wives and servants in the kitchen responded obediently, and politely sent Mrs. Wang away.

   Su Anan mechanically chopped firewood and chopped, but tears still blurred her vision, she immediately raised her hand to wipe it away, daring not to make a sound.

  Don't cry... Don't cry, Su Anan, it's useless to cry, don't cry!

   She kept comforting herself in her heart. After being trapped for two years, she has deeply realized that tears are useless, and some will only make people laugh and make a deeper fool.

   She endured it, and regarded the firewood in her hand as an enemy, and slashed with extra viciousness every time.

   The last rays of the sunset shed, and the sky fell into a haze.

  The quiet Qingyulou has resumed its liveliness, with silk and bamboo string music, laughter and ridicule, incense words and **** songs, which are spread to the backyard in bursts.

  In the back alley where the fallen leaves are piled up, Su An'an is still chopping firewood. The firewood that used to be high on the hill has been reduced a lot.

At the end of   Hai, the moon climbed up, spreading the afterglow to his heart's content, and the pile of firewood on the hill in front of Su Anan was finally finished.

   She dragged her weary body and had to put the firewood in the woodshed one by one.

   After all these chores were done, I was really hungry and tired. I ate a bowl of rice at noon, mixed with poor vegetable water, and digested it early. When I was hungry in the afternoon, I could only drink some well water to satisfy my hunger.

   She touched her shriveled belly and dragged her heavy steps to the kitchen. Most of the people in the kitchen left, leaving only two women to make supper for some dignitaries.

  The two old ladies were taking a nap. She had to knock on the kitchen door. The thin old lady raised her mean eyelids and glanced at her, "Is the job done?"

   "Well." Su Anan stood at the door, and subconsciously covered the cloth on her head tightly, waiting for them to get something to eat.

  The skinny woman got up reluctantly, took two wowotou from the basket, and said, "Hey, eat."

   Su Anan glanced at her, she was cold, she had no temperature for a long time, and she was dry. She had been hungry for so long, and she was going to have a stomachache after eating.

   In the past two years, she was often hungry and full, and there was no nutrition. She was already weak, and her stomach became weaker.

   She took the wowotou honestly and prayed softly, "Mr. Li, can you... give me a bowl of hot soup?"

   Granny Li's eyes went blank and she said: "No! It's good to eat some, and I want to drink soup, huh."

She is in the back alley, equivalent to a prisoner, because the old bustard bought it for a lot of money, but it didn't work, and he made up his mind to torture her, so no one gave her a good face, and her appearance was ruined, everyone despised her she.

  Su Anan didn't dare to speak any more, so he was about to leave with the wowotou, "Wait a minute."

   The fat old woman who was dozing suddenly made a noise, brought a bowl of soup, looked fierce and said, "Give it here, hurry up, don't disturb the old lady to sleep."

  Su Anan turned around immediately, took the warm rice soup, and said gratefully, "Thank you, thank you Mama Song."

   Mrs. Li was immediately unhappy and accused: "Mr. Song, what are you doing to her, are you taking pity on her? Don't forget what the proprietress told her. If the proprietress finds out that you helped her, both of us will have to be punished."

  Song Nuo didn't care, "I didn't help her, I just thought she was an eyesore when she stood at the door. Besides, if you can't finish the soup, it will have to be poured tomorrow, so you can treat it as if I did."

"Also, the proprietress said she would torture her for a long time, and she didn't let her die immediately. You can see how she collapsed when the wind blows. If she died suddenly, if the proprietress didn't torture her enough, she might get angry. It involves us, why don't you understand the mind of the boss?"

   Mrs. Li was taken aback by what Song Yu said, and she thought to herself that it made sense. The lady boss would definitely report it. It must have been a long time ago to torture this ugly monster, but it should not be too much, so she kept silent and went back to doze again.

  Song Nian glanced at Su An'an, and pushed and said, "If you don't leave, can you leave it here to eat? Remember to wash the dishes and bring them here."

  Song's strength was so strong that Su Anan almost lost her footing with this push. She protected the soup in her hand and hurriedly left, but when she left, she said in a very low voice, "Thank you."

  Song Nuo sighed slightly as she watched the back of the little girl leave.

  Su Anan brought the soup to her small shabby house, which was connected to the firewood house. It used to be a firewood house, but a separate area was reserved for her at the back, which was a sleeping place.

   She put down the bowl and looked at the extra hot boiled egg in her hand, her expression rarely moved.

   This is what Song Mama gave her when she was pushing and shoving. Mama Song only came to work last year. She looked fat and fierce, but she was the only one who helped her secretly.

   She had wondered if she could ask Mama Song to help her escape, but when she remembered her previous failed escape experiences, Mama Song had grandchildren and family members, so she didn't dare to mention it.

   It's better not to implicate others and make them embarrassed. She should be grateful for their help.

  Su An'an untied the cloth around her head, revealing a face with mottled scars. In the past, she would always touch the scar or cry secretly when she took off the cloth towel.

   But two years later, she is no longer crying for her appearance, she just wants to live.

She picked up the warm soup and took a big sip. The hungry stomach finally felt better. Then she peeled the egg, and the eggshell had to be secretly thrown away so that it could not be seen. I ate both wowo heads.

   After eating, she took a bowl and went to the well to fetch water to wash the dishes. By the way, she had to wash her face and feet before she could sleep.

   When the bowl was delivered, Mrs. Li had already fallen into a deep sleep. Song Yu was still awake. She took the bowl and put it away, and whispered to her to go back to sleep quickly, she might have a lot of work tomorrow.

   Su Anan hummed, turned and left.

   When passing by where the fallen leaves were piled up, a gust of wind suddenly blew the fallen leaves everywhere. Apart from the fallen leaves, there was also a smell of blood.

   She is often injured and is sensitive to the smell of blood.

  Su Anan looked at the pile of debris in the backyard, and after hesitating, he bravely walked over.

   She walked very lightly and tiptoed. She walked behind the debris and saw that there was a man in black lying there. The smell of blood came from him.

   She looked at the motionless man, not knowing whether he was dead or not, so she stepped forward and kicked his feet.

  No movement.

   Su Anan kicked again, but there was still no movement.

   Hesitating for a while, she slowly approached the man, the night was too dark to see clearly, she didn't even bother to look at it, and cautiously put her hand under the man's breath to probe.

   And breathing…

  Su Anan looked up at the wall next to him again. The wall in the back alley was taller than those built by ordinary high-rise houses, but this man was able to turn over quietly. He must be good at martial arts, right?

   Su Anan suddenly had a bold idea.

   She was trapped in this back alley, except for these old ladies and little servants who couldn't get in touch with anyone, and no one dared to save her, she could only think of saving herself.

  This man is dying now. If he saves him, can he ask him to ask for favor and save him?

   His martial arts should be good, and it shouldn't be a problem to jump over the wall with himself. As long as she gets out of the wall, she can go home and she is free.

   Su Anan was very moved, but not without reason.

  What if this person is a bad person and he is afraid of revealing his whereabouts when he wakes up, what should he do if he wants to kill himself?

   After all, he appeared late at night and was still injured. Obviously, people in Jianghu were chasing and killing him, right?

   Su An'an was extremely entangled, whether to save or not, and in the end, the heart that wanted to escape prevailed.

   Bet she has a little luck to save a good man.

   She looked around first, the back alley would be very quiet, and since it was remote and she lived in a remote place, no one paid any attention to it, so she rolled up her sleeves and dragged the man to her small shabby house.

The man looks thin, but the weight is not something a girl can handle. Fortunately, Su Anan is used to rough work and has more strength than before. He also ate two wofutou to supplement his physical strength. Force, finally dragged the man back.

   There were some bloodstains along the way. Fortunately, the man had bandaged himself before he fell into a coma. The blood was not exaggerated, so she was quickly washed away by water, but the leaves were still stained with blood.

  Su Anan thought for a while, then took the broom and piled the fallen leaves together, and went back to the house to bring the fire to burn.

   Xiao Huoguang welcomed Song Yu's idea, she ran out and asked, "Xiao Su, what are you doing?"

Su Anan cowardly said: "Mother Song, the wind blows the fallen leaves I swept everywhere. I'm afraid that Mammy Wang will see it when she wakes up tomorrow morning. She thought I was lazy and didn't sweep the floor, and punished me, so I thought of burning the leaves. Don't worry, I'll clean up this dust later."

Madam Song looked at the small fire, and remembered Madam Wang's meanness, she didn't think too much, and she warned, "Then you should turn off the fire after burning the leaves, and don't let the wind blow the firewood room, did you hear me? ?"

   Su Anan replied with a little kindness, saying that he was standing here watching, and that he would put it out as soon as possible after the burn was over. The innocent eyes blinked and blinked, looking very cute.

  Song 妪 replied and then went back.

  The fallen leaves were burnt in a while, Su An'an fetched water to clean up the ashes, and cleaned up all the blood stains. It was windy tonight, and the smell of blood was quickly drowned in the wind.

   After finishing these things, she finally returned to the room. The man was still lying motionless, as if he had passed out.

   Su Anan closed the door, took a small bean lamp and looked closely.

   Let’s meet la la la

   (end of this chapter)