Strange Tales of the Ghosts

When the third aunt heard this, she stopped crying and said to Master Geng, "Master, Manager Geng has begged you, and I beg you too, please spare Jinhua this time."

"You...you...hey..." Mr. Geng was so angry that he was dizzy. He waved his hand and said, "You decide, I don't care." After saying that, he turned around and left the study.

The servants left knowingly. The third aunt glanced at her son and followed Master Geng. At this time, Manager Geng got up from the ground, lowered his head and walked out without saying a word. In an instant, this study room Only Geng Jinhua and Qingfeng were left.

Geng Jinhua quickly opened the cage and let Qingfeng out. After untying the rope on Qingfeng's body and the rag in his mouth, the two hugged each other and cried bitterly. This cry was lucky for Qingfeng. She was glad that she was not dead. I can still cry. Geng Jinhua hugged Qingfeng and comforted him: "It's okay, everything is over."

"Second Young Master..." There were still tears in Qingfeng's eyes.

Geng Jinhua touched Qingfeng's face and said with a smile: "Don't call me Second Young Master, call me by my name."

“…”

"Call my name."

“….”

"You didn't scream, but I screamed?" Seeing that Qingfeng didn't respond, Geng Jinhua pinched Qingfeng's chin and kissed him.

It is not new for a young master to fall in love with a maid, but Master Geng still couldn't accept it, so he issued an order. Geng Jinhua and Qingfeng were not allowed to step into the Geng family again. The third aunt had no choice but fortunately Master Geng didn't say anything. She was not allowed to support her son, so she took out her own money and built a small building for Geng Jinhua and Qingfeng in the lake. This accident made Geng Jinhua's wish come true. Qingfeng was shocked when he walked into this small building for the first time. Although the building was small, it was exquisitely decorated. Geng Jinhua also liked it very much. He pulled Qingfeng to look around. After looking everywhere, he hugged Qingfeng. Stand by the waterfront window and enjoy the scenery on the lake.

"Qingfeng, do you like it?"

"Yeah." Qingfeng nodded.

Seeing the strong wind, Geng Jinhua hugged Qingfeng a little tighter and said happily: "Mother said she would arrange a wedding for us in two days."

"Really?" Qingfeng didn't expect that his third aunt would agree to his marriage to Geng Jinhua.

Geng Jinhua nodded and sighed: "It's just that my father is still angry, so my mother is the only guest. I know this is a bit unfair to you..."

Qingfeng covered Geng Jinhua's mouth to prevent Geng Jinhua from talking any more, and took over the words: "Don't say anything about grievances to me. I'm not grievances. It's you who are grievances. You are a dignified young master, but you want to follow me..."

"Okay, okay, I won't say it, and you won't say it either. We are all wronged." Geng Jinhua also did not allow Qingfeng to say any more.

Two days later, the small building became more lively. The arrival of the third aunt made Geng Jinhua and Qingfeng very happy. The third aunt brought wedding clothes and red candles. There were no outsiders, just the three of them. In the whole morning, the small building was finally decorated. When night came, the third aunt sat on the chair and drank Qingfeng's daughter-in-law tea.

"Good boy, I'll give this to you. Good luck." After the third aunt finished drinking the tea, she took out a red envelope and put it in Qingfeng's hand.

Geng Jinhua also offered a cup of tea and shouted sweetly: "Mom, drink tea."

"Well, be good." The third aunt took the tea from her son. She didn't know whether she felt happy or a little sentimental, her eyes were full of light.

Although the wedding was simple, for Qingfeng, it was beyond her wildest dreams. It was a kind of happiness to marry someone who liked herself and whom she liked. In the bridal chamber, Qingfeng devoted her body and heart to each other. They were handed over to Geng Jinhua.

That night, the wind blew the lotus flowers and brought incense into the tent, intoxicating both of their hearts...

After marriage, the young couple fell in love with each other, and lived a free life in the small building. They should have had nothing else to ask for, but the happier Qingfeng was, the more he missed his mother. Geng Jinhua saw Qingfeng's sad face and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No." Qingfeng pretended to smile happily.

But this could not fool Geng Jinhua, so Qingqingfeng threatened: "Are you going to tell me or not?"

"Okay...Okay...I'll say it, I'll say it." Qingfeng was so itchy that tears flowed out, and then he expressed his longing in a mournful voice.

When Geng Jinhua heard this, he also remembered that Qingfeng had mentioned that her mother was in a brothel. He hesitated a little, but he still decided to tell Qingfeng.

"Do you know where the brothel is?"

"A place to do menial work?"

Geng Jinhua shook his head, glanced at his beloved wife, and replied: "A place where men have fun."

"What? It's a brothel?!" Qingfeng stood up in fright.

"Um."

"How could it be? How could my mother be sold to a brothel?"

"Are you sure you heard it right when you were a child?" Geng Jinhua also thought it was impossible. In his opinion, no matter how ruthless Qingfeng's father was, he would not sell his wife to that kind of place.

Qingfeng shook his head, how could she remember it wrong? She always remembered that this was what the neighbors said, but if her mother was really sold to a place like that, how could she recognize her, so she replied: "I don't know..."

"You don't know, your father must know." Geng Jinhua blurted out.

Qingfeng was stunned for a moment: "Dad?" After so many years, she had forgotten what her father looked like. She was only nine years old at the time. After being sold to the Geng family, her father never showed up again. Geng Jinhua asked Qingfeng where he lived when he was a child. Qingfeng shook his head and asked Qingfeng what her father's surname was? Qingfeng shook his head. It wasn't that Qingfeng couldn't remember it, but he was afraid to face it.

Half a month later, the news of Qingfeng and Geng Jinhua's marriage spread. Unexpectedly, something bad happened... Qingfeng had not been masked for ten years.

The father appeared, running to the small building in ragged clothes, pulling Qingfeng and saying that he wanted to recognize his daughter.

Qingfeng was frightened and hid behind Geng Jinhua. Geng Jinhua saw that the visitor smelled of alcohol and looked bad, so he cautiously asked: "You said you are Qingfeng's father, do you have any evidence?"

"Evidence?" The old man with disheveled hair laughed. He exuded a stench that mixed with the smell of alcohol, making people want to vomit. "My biological daughter, what evidence do you want?"

"There is no evidence. Just because you said this, can you identify your daughter?" Geng Jinhua looked at the old man, and his words were not rude.

When the old man heard this, he pointed at Qingfeng and said, "She is my daughter. This is something that cannot be changed."

Geng Jinhua looked back at his wife, only to see Qingfeng shaking his head, so he said seriously: "If there is no evidence, please go back. The small building does not entertain guests."

"I...I didn't eat your food or drink your tea. What kind of guest am I? I'm Qingfeng's father!" The old man lingered, as if he wanted to act up.

Seeing this, Geng Jinhua had no choice but to give it a try and said coldly: "If you are really Qingfeng's father, would you know where you sold her mother?"