Chapter 89

On the carriage, Shen Yueshu could only see the beam of light outside through the gap in the carriage, until the beam of light gradually disappeared in her eyes... and then she didn't know where it disappeared.

"My sister Shu, why is your life so hard..."

Madam Shen burst into tears while hugging her daughter. Originally, you were the noble daughter of this general's residence. So you have nothing, and everything is over.

Mrs. Shen knew that after they left, it was impossible for them to have the same life as before. Without the support of the General's Mansion, how would they live, and where would they go back to live, relying on the softness in their baggage, What kind of life can they live, they have already enjoyed wealth and honor, they are accustomed to opening their mouths with food, extending their hands with clothes, and they don't touch the spring water with their ten fingers.

The carriage pulled the Shen family into a dilapidated courtyard, and drove them all off the carriage, dozens of people, large and small.

And in this dilapidated yard, there is not even a bed and quilt, how can I live in it, and the woman of the Shen family is crying again...

Of course, Shen Qingci didn't know what happened to the Shen family, she just knew that her father had sent people away, and now the yard over there is empty, and Shen Dingshan never thought about the two walls Get through, and then live there. They recognize that there are few people in the area, so there are only a few people, so they don't need to live in such a big boy. Besides, that place is all stinky because of the Shen family, and they hand in some fake riches. He didn't even think about going to all the things he had, so he locked the door on the other side, and then sent them out in a lie. The danzi next to them, and the people who lived there, were limited to living. Later, when Shen Wenhao got married, There are also many places.

"Daddy, isn't it delicious?"

Shen Qingci's face was full of crumbs of snacks, but this little face was round and tender, no matter how you looked at it, it was cute and tight.

Shen Dingshan also ate a piece. Well, it's too sweet, but Shen Qingci likes to eat it, and he didn't know until now that his little A Ning likes sweet things.

Therefore, it was quite a failure for him to be a father. It wasn't that Shen Qingci liked sweets, but all the children, they all liked sweets.

Shen Dingshan stretched out his big hand to wipe his daughter's little face clean, but his hands were too rough, and after a while, he wiped Shen Qingci's face red.

Shen Qingci didn't dare to say it, he was just playing with his father anyway.

"Dad, can you do A Ning a favor?"

Shen Qingci blinked and stretched out a small finger.

It's so polite, Shen Dingshan picked up his daughter's, and then teased her, "Tell me, what do you want? As long as you want, Daddy will help you find it."

"Dad, this is what you said..."

Shen Qingci told Shen Dingshan what he meant by using the childish language of a child.

After Shen Dingshan finished listening, he didn't even hesitate, just patted his daughter's little head, "Sure, Dad will bring you over tomorrow.

Shen Qingci's head hurt when she was patted, but she still wanted to let her daddy pat her small head. Because in her previous life, even if she wanted to make a photo with her father, there was no chance.

At that time, her father was no longer there.

There is no good father who can do everything for her.

In the Heavenly Prison in Beijing, no matter what time it is, it is extremely cold. Especially in winter, the frozen bones are as if the wind has entered, but in summer, it is extremely humid. The detainees here are all some Repeat offenders, some are executed, some are related to a lifetime, and some are related to more than ten years or decades, but no one here can be imprisoned for decades, because the people here are imprisoned for several years or decades. Yes, Tongtong won't live long.

At that time, there will only be one word of death waiting for them, and if they die here, even the corpse will be thrown directly into the mass grave, no one will be buried, when they are alive, they are alone, and when they die, Also want to be a ghost.

There are women and men locked here. Men and women are separated, but for women, the heaven prison is the heaven prison, and there is no difference, because they are here, in addition to enduring the long darkness here day and night In addition to loneliness, what they have to endure is the persecution of their bodies by the jailers.

But they are powerless to resist, they can only be here, waiting for the day they die.

With a bang, the lock was opened, and an iron door was also opened.

A jailer directly grabbed a woman from the inside. The woman's face was already black and dirty, and even her hair was stuck together. She was also wearing a shabby prison uniform, and her eyes were dull without any sign of it. 's look.

When the others saw this, they all stared numbly at the door. When the door was opened, and then closed, everyone knew that it was better to stay here than to die, but no one wanted to die alone.

They are powerless to end their lives, they still want to live, they want to live forever, even if they live so insensitively, they are not as good as pigs and dogs.

The jailer walked out with the woman, and the woman's eyes were suddenly unable to open due to the dazzling light outside, and even hurt.

"Thank you," threw a bag of silver over, and threw it in front of the jailer. The jailer hurriedly took it over, even without counting it, he put it in his arms.

"You're welcome," he said hurriedly, bending over. "A female prisoner has just died here, and she is about to throw her body into the mass grave."

The man who threw the money was very satisfied with the jailer's knowledge of the times. This was the only way he caught the female prisoner and threw her in Mari, and the female prisoner sat inside as if she was dead. The only difference was that she still had Breathing, she is still alive, she is also looking forward numbly, no matter where these people take her, or what the people here are going to do to her?

No matter how miserable it is, there is no such thing as a miserable death, and no matter how hard it is, it is still the same death.

I don't know how long the carriage ran. She was pulled out again, and then she was pressed into a room. As soon as she entered, she smelled a faint fragrance of plum blossoms. The woman's pupils finally shrank, this very clean smell, compared with the death row, it is like a world, and she smelled this smell a little greedily, and the light in the corners of her eyes was a little more angry, and The numbness also seems to be less, she has some life, she seems to be alive.