In late autumn, the temperature difference between morning and evening in the Western Region is huge. Although the setting sun is still lingering in the sky, the wind is already cold enough to make people shiver. Na Luo walked on the bluestone road on her way home with an expressionless face, and the wound on the sole of her foot was still bleeding. Every step she took brought a burst of piercing pain.
This pain, bit by bit, melted into her bones, her blood, and her soul.
It seemed that heavy gauze curtains were hanging in front of her eyes, covering the surrounding things and isolating her world. She could not hear the noisy noise around her, nor could she see the passers-by coming and going.
When she returned to her home in the west of the city, it was already very late.
To be precise, this was not her own home. Since her parents were imprisoned, she and her uncle and aunt were driven to this place. The people living in this area of the west of the city are basically poor families. All the houses are built of wood. There is almost no brick and tile house. Even the courtyard walls are barely built by tying reeds or willow branches into bundles and then smearing clay.
The moon in the sky was emitting a faint light, which was so weak that it seemed that nothing could penetrate the endless darkness.
As soon as Na Luo stepped into the house, she was slapped in the face by someone, and at the same time, she heard the scolding of her familiar aunt, "How dare you come back, you dead girl! If you have the ability to escape, don't come back! Where did you die? Did you secretly watch your parents being executed? Tell me!"
Na Luo covered her swollen left face, and only looked at her furious aunt after the buzzing sound stopped, but she pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.
You dare not answer, you dead girl! I told you not to speak! I told you not to speak! "Auntie was even more furious, and she pulled out the hairpin on her head and stabbed her skillfully. The bright red blood immediately flowed out from Na Luo's fair skin, like a small blood-colored flower blooming on the snow in early winter. One by one. Na Luo bit her lips tightly, enduring the pain, and let her stab her arm like crazy, but she refused to say a word. "Aya, stop!" At this time, a man of medium build hurried in and blocked Na Luo, and said to the woman helplessly, "Aya, what are you doing? After all, they are her biological parents, and it is natural for Na Luo to see her brother and sister-in-law for the last time. " "What do you know! We have been implicated by your brother and sister-in-law to this point. We moved from the luxurious mansion in the past to this ghost place now, and finally left a life. This damn girl, she wants to watch the execution and has to have something to do with them. If she causes trouble again, we will lose our lives! It's okay if we die, but Luo Jia is only five years old! "
"Okay, Aya, calm down. You've been tired all day today, go to bed early." The man had to persuade her kindly and changed the direction according to her words, "Why don't you go and see if Luo Jia is asleep?"
When mentioning her daughter, Aya snorted with anger, "Okay, let's forget about today's matter. But she should be punished. Let her sleep in the sheepfold behind the yard tonight, and she is not allowed to enter the house without my permission!"
The man looked embarrassed, "But Aya, it's very cold tonight, what if..."
"Otherwise, get out of here too." Aya glared at him fiercely and turned to go into the room inside, closing the door heavily.
After a long while, the man sighed softly and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, Na Luo. Your aunt's temperament has changed drastically since she moved here, and she has vented all her anger on you. It's your uncle who is useless and has made you suffer." Na Luo moved his lips and whispered, "I should be grateful that my uncle and aunt didn't drive me away.