I, the last yin and yang embroidery master

“Hiss————”

Su Yu secretly gasped.

The day before, I put makeup on the cold deceased.

As a result, he woke up the next day.

The face of the deceased appeared on his face.

It’s not a make-up repair yet.

Instead, it is directly seamed, as if it grew on its own.

This kind of thing is so weird.

Su Yu leaned on the sofa, carefully stared at Xia Tong’s face, and said thoughtfully.

“You carefully explain the situation that occurred at that time.”

Its practical Yin Yang Heavenly Eye can see many details that cannot be known.

But as said before.

The human heart does not stand up to inquiry.

Therefore, Su Yu basically listened to the specific situation of the bitter lord.

Then confirm with the Yin Yang Heavenly Eye.

Xia Tong’s eyes showed a look of memory, and he frowned.

“I think the beginning of this incident should have happened a few days ago, when I was giving a young girl to the funeral.”

“Over the years, I have lost a lot of people.”

“But this girl, what happened to me, I am extremely sorry.”

Xia Tong’s eyes showed a sad look and sighed.

“Her name is Linglin, and she just celebrated her seventeenth birthday a few days ago.”

“When he was discovered, he was lying quietly in the bathtub, with hideous wounds on his wrists, and scarlet blood stained the bathtub red.”

“Even when you die, it is incomparably quiet, and at the age of flowers, you say goodbye to the world silently.”

“I read her suicide note, and the words revealed that she was well-behaved, but I don’t know why, but the world gave her all the malice.”

Xia Tong’s expression was extremely embarrassed, his eyes showed reminiscence, and he continued.

“Linglin’s life has been very tragic since she was a child, and when she was just born, her mother died in the delivery room due to heavy bleeding.”

“This is not Linglin’s fault, but his father blamed her for all this.”

“I thought that this would not have happened without Linglin, so I drank heavily all day.”

“It’s okay if she wasn’t drunk, but whenever her father got drunk, he would use all kinds of filth and insults, and the worst would be…”

“Huh, all this finally changed when Linglin was eight years old, but this change is the beginning of another bad luck.”

“On Linglin’s birthday, his father brought another woman, and the woman was followed by another cowering little girl.”

“It was from that day that Linglin had a stepmother.”

“Originally, she was quite happy, because at least her father would not drink heavily for no reason, and he would not complain to her.”

“Even if she feels that her sense of presence at home is getting weaker and weaker, she feels that it is nothing, and it is her greatest luxury that the family can stop jumping chickens and dogs.”

“As we get along day by day, more and more problems arise.”

“The clothes of the whole family are all washed by Linglin.”

“Cooking and housework is also handled by Linglin alone.”

“A sister who is not related to her can wear new clothes every time, and she can only wear a school uniform.”

“Even the few school uniforms she had washed to the point where she could no longer wear them.”

“But even so, Linglin didn’t complain in the slightest.”

“Or in other words, Linglin is such a girl with a bun personality.”

“It’s been nine years, and Linglin is already seventeen years old.”

“Seventeen-year-olds have their own ideas, as well as their own joys and sorrows.”

“Other children, when eating, when the family watches TV, can tell their parents interesting things about school, and they can imagine the future with their parents.”

“She didn’t have that opportunity at all, or even at all.”

“Linglin can only write all these emotions and troubles in her diary, which is her own world.”

“In the diary, Linglin misses her mother and imagines the future.”

“She wrote in her diary.”

“She misses the mother she’s only seen in the picture.”

“She also wants to be like other children, wearing new clothes and following her parents about what happened at school.”

“She yearns for the vast sea, she longs for the blue sky of the blue sky.”

“She looks forward to the day when she can put on exquisite makeup and have her own small home with the blessing of relatives and friends.”

“But she wanted to flee more, to escape the city, to escape this home.”

“Tears wet every page of the diary, leaving clear tear marks.”

“But even this only pure land was violently torn apart a few days ago.”

Xia Tong’s voice was already a little choked, silent for a moment, and said sadly.

“Just a few days ago, Linglin’s diary was discovered by her so-called ‘sister’ and directly handed it to Linglin’s father and stepmother.”

“Not only did they not care about Linglin, but they used even more harsh insults and accusations, like a tsunami drowning Linglin.”

In the end, he ignored Linglin’s pleas and directly tore the diary to shreds.

“When the last piece of pure land in my heart is torn apart, Linglin’s heart will die.”

“The next day, Linglin didn’t go to school.”

“Seventeen-year-old, she died quietly in the bathtub.”

“It’s ridiculous.”

“Just after Linglin’s death, her father and stepmother, as if their conscience had discovered, wanted to give Linglin a beautiful funeral.”

“So I sent Linglin to me, hoping to let Linglin die in the best possible manner.”

“That’s exactly what I said.”

“When you die, the whole world will love you.”

“When I saw Linglin, she was still wearing a school uniform, and her brows were slightly wrinkled on her green face.”

“In my arms I still hold a diary that has been carefully glued with a little bit of tape.”

“I gave her brand new clothes and delicate makeup, even because I couldn’t take her ashes.”

“So I took the diary that carried Linglin’s inner world and drove to the beach overnight.”

“Facing the sea breeze and spilling her diary into the sea, I knew that was the place she longed for.”

Su Yu listened to Xia Tong’s description and asked with a deep exhalation.

“After you did all this, did your face change to Linglin’s face the next day?”

Xia Tong pursed his mouth and nodded somewhat sadly.

Su Yu lightly tapped his fingers on the coffee table and slowly spoke.

“Just for now.”

“I think this happened to you.”

“Probably not a bad thing.”

“It’s more like those who have died in return for their grace…”

PS: Gou Author has seen everyone’s comments, and plans to write two or three true, good, and beautiful plots, interspersed with them.

If you think it’s best not to, tell the author in the comment area ~ please!