Chapter 245 Deep in the embroidery bed (3)
The water-red brocade was covered again, hiding the pain that the woman did not want to show.
Facing those tear-filled eyes, Liu Sheng couldn't help but feel soft in her heart.
“What’s your name?”
“My surname is Lu, and my family name is Si. My family calls me Siniang.”
Lu Siniang's voice was gentle and pleasant, but unfortunately she was often out of breath due to her frail body. Her voice was weak and intermittent, which was even more endearing.
Liu Sheng even walked to the bed step by step out of pity in his heart.
The small tentacles huddled behind Liu Sheng obediently, one by one squirming obediently in the air.
Ling Xiaoshu grabbed Liu Sheng's arm and poked his head at the woman, admiring her beauty.
But Lu Siniang didn’t see Ling Xiaoshu, only Liu Sheng.
Finally seeing Liu Sheng's true face, a kind-hearted girl, the fear on Lu Siniang's face faded away, and she became a little more friendly.
“Big sister, you are so good-looking.”
Liu Sheng’s face turned red for a rare moment, and she whispered shyly: “You are even better-looking.”
Hearing Liu Sheng's sincere words, Lu Siniang broke into a shallow smile, as beautiful as a flower in early spring.
All Liu Sheng, Ling Xiaoshu, Little Tentacle and the world were so fascinated by this smile that they couldn't open their eyes.
"So, eldest sister, can you help a bunch of slaves?" Lu Siniang's eyes became moister, full of prayer.
"Help for what?" Liu Sheng answered without hesitation.
"Help me... help me recover my whole body so that I can die with dignity."
The voice was as soft as the reeds lingering by the water, scratching my heart. Soft.
“How?”
"Sister, you should understand." The timid voice was charming and confusing.
“Yes, I understand.”
As these words fell, Lu Siniang and the deep and dark embroidery bed in front of her suddenly faded away like the tide, as if the color was rapidly dissolving, and soon Another color comes on quickly.
A completely different carved wooden bed appeared in front of Liu Sheng's eyes, with light cyan curtains hanging around the bed.
There was a person lying on it, his pale and bloodless face looked familiar, his eyes were closed, he was unconscious, and there was only a faint sound of breathing.
His neck is very white, and the skin is very thin, showing the cyan color of blood vessels. It seems that with a gentle poke, the warm liquid below will spurt out, staining it with blood.
Just in time, there was a knife on the small table next to the bed.
There is not even a scabbard, and the blade shines with a cold light.
A very sharp knife, so considerate.
His internal organs should be complete and suitable for Lu Siniang.
And his limbs.
Liu Sheng lifted the quilt with his small tentacles and took a look.
The muscles are atrophied, why are they so fast?
But it doesn’t matter.
Originally, I thought the man was a bit tall and strong, but now he is thin and slender, which is just right for Lu Siniang.
"Yes, big sister, that's the right thing to think about. Just like this... help me..." Lu Siniang's soft pleading voice sounded in Liu Sheng's ears, sticky and sticky against her earlobes.
Liu Sheng's hand gradually reached towards the knife.
Lu Siniang's voice was getting closer and closer, as if entering Liu Sheng's body through her ear holes, telling her request close to her heart.
When Liu Sheng's fingertips were just a hair away from touching the handle of the knife, Lu Siniang's voice also became silent, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing.
Liu Sheng's hand stopped.
The breathing became rapid for a few moments and then stopped.
"Big sister...what's wrong?" Lu Siniang asked weakly.
Liu Sheng burst out laughing and slowly put away his hand.
“What happened?”
“Why?”
After asking twice, her delicate voice could hardly hold on.
"Do you really think his limbs are suitable for you? The height difference between you is probably one foot, right?" Liu Sheng asked.
"And with his internal organs stuffed into your chest, the door can't be closed, right?"
"Don't you think it's unreasonable for you to make me think that way? It's also deceptive. Do you have to be reasonable?"
The voice hidden in Liu Sheng's body was stunned by the barrage of questions.
"Yes, my sister is so good-looking, but this person is so ugly, so it's not suitable." Ling Xiaoshu also chimed in.
"Where did you come from again!" The voice was so frightened by the sudden appearance of Ling Xiaoshu that he couldn't hold back his delicate voice and shouted sharply. "...I'm obviously always here."
This is Ling Xiaoshu's eternal pain.
Liu Sheng touched her head: "Don't discriminate on appearance."
"Sister...you must be more serious." Ling Xiaoshu muttered.
Noting Liu Sheng's calmness at this time, the voice was a little confused.
“So, you never believed you from beginning to end...”
“Yes, I didn’t believe you from beginning to end.”
“Although you are really Beauty, of course, mainly refers to your head." Liu Sheng no longer expressed warmth, but said coldly, "But unfortunately, my resilience is too high."
"In my eyes, you are just an ugly, smelly corpse."
As Liu Sheng said these words coldly, the voice finally became angry.
"You don't understand at all! You don't understand anything!"
With the sharp roars that shook Liu Sheng's heart, the scene in front of Liu Sheng quickly faded away again. .
She saw Jiang Caibin lying on the bed from a distance and was awakened by the sound. He opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.
But he couldn't see anything because Liu Sheng had been dragged into the treacherous world again.
Jiang Caibin was the only one left in the room.
What is that sound?
It seemed to be a woman's scream, very sad, full of grievance and unwillingness...
It sounded like a miserable person like him.
Maybe, it was a dream.
I've been having nightmares these days, and I haven't had a solid night's sleep.
That’s right, how can you sleep?
A bitter smile appeared on Jiang Caibin's pale face.
From a family of officials, to joining the Honghu Project, the young talent was about to take off, but now he has become a disabled person who cannot move.
His father has even made arrangements for him to be a small official as soon as he passes the Honghu Project. He will have a good starting point and then slowly climb up. With the help of the Jiang family behind him, he will be able to climb up. It won't be slow either.
"I'm sure he won't be worse than your cousin!"
That's what his father said.
Jiang Caibin has admired and admired his cousin since he was a child, but as he grows older, secret comparisons are unavoidable.
Hearing what my father said, I naturally felt smug and full of ambition, looking forward to the day when my spirit would overwhelm my eldest son.
As a result, all preparations came to nothing.
His father also aged a lot overnight, and the white hair on his temples became conspicuous.
But he didn’t say anything. He only said that Jiang Caibin should live well.
One night, Jiang Caibin closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, listening to his mother crying beside the bed.
These days, whenever he doesn't want to face the grief-stricken expressions of his parents, he will resort to pretending to be asleep.
But this time, he heard his father comforting his mother and quietly discussing when to adopt a child from the clan.
“The Honghu Project quota that we finally obtained cannot be wasted.”
My mother also said: “Yes, you also gave Wen Shoufu many gifts... why don’t you come back? , it would be better to..."
Dad sighed: "I'm just worried that Cai Bin won't be able to accept it."
"There's nothing we can do, Cai Bin has already..." Mom said, sobbing. .
In an instant, it was like falling into an ice cave.
It has been abolished. Jiang Caibin guessed that the unfinished words should be this sentence.
Yes, he is no longer useful.
Living, I only make things difficult for my parents, and I still struggle in pain every day.
Thinking about this, his eyes suddenly fell on the knife on the small table.
Where did the knife come from?
This question just flashed across my mind for a moment and was quickly forgotten.
He is not qualified to think so much now.
After concentrating his eyes, he saw the glistening tip of the knife facing him.
What a coincidence.
Just right.
(End of this chapter)