Chapter 47 little witch.4

It was the master who shot dead, not sister Ling; but sister Ling was ill and lost her mind.For two days she had a very high fever; her face was as red as drinking wine, and her eyes were watery and staring.She barely ate.Nonsense, people can not understand.On the third day, I got better. I felt very tired and fell asleep.When it was getting dark, she suddenly woke up feeling very thirsty, and she saw Xiao Xing'er crawling in front of the window to watch.She did not understand why she was lying in bed; she had completely forgotten the past.She wanted to get up, but her body was very weak.

"Myolie! Why are you crawling there to see? Be careful that the master will beat you when he sees it!" Sister Ling said softly, feeling hungry again, Xiao Xing'er looked back at her and smiled.After a while, Xiao Xing'er said happily: "My lord is dead! Here—it's right here, a big puddle of blood!" Sister Ling shuddered, and her memory came back.Her heart was beating again and again, she couldn't recognize people clearly, and she was bewildered as if she was dreaming.She saw the master poking her chest with the muzzle of a gun, and she saw the young master pointing the gun at the master with a murderous look on his face. Finally, she saw a face—a face with raised eyebrows, looking at her.It's uncle!Sister Ling felt that she had yelled, but she heard the yelling as if it was separated by several walls.The uncle's two hands also came.Take off the quilt and strip her clothes.She felt that the hands and legs were not hers anymore.Later, she passed out again.

When she woke up again this time, sister Ling thought she was dead.The lights were already on in the room.There was a figure lying across the bed.Sister Ling saw that the man was the young master, and stood in front of the bed with the lamp on his back, very close to her.Sister Ling moaned and said: "Aren't I dead?" "Where will you die!" Sister Ling moved her body and said softly: "I—remember—uncle—" "He just went out. I coaxed him away a little bit." "You - brat!" Sister Ling asked the young master to sniff her face, and said softly that she felt hungry again.

Hearing from the young master, Sister Ling just found out that the master's position of "group director" has been taken over by the young master.And at home, my uncle took care of everything.Sister Ling was stunned for a while, and couldn't help asking the young master: "Do you know how the master died?" "The old man accidentally fired his pistol and hit himself." "Who said this?" "Brother-in-law said that. The old lady said the same thing. She said that the old man offended the Sun Bodhisattva. He shot himself by accident. Also, you also offended the Sun Bodhisattva. After the old man died, he asked you to go to the underworld to testify, and you also He died for two or three days, just for this."

Sister Ling blanked her face and thought for a long time, then shook her head, put her lips on the young master's ear and said: "No! The master didn't shoot him himself! Don't tell me—I saw it clearly, it was my uncle who shot and killed the master!" The young master looked at Sister Ling's face in disbelief.After a while, he said lightly: "It doesn't matter how he died. Just die!" "Hey, I know my uncle will kill you one day! He will also kill me one day." The young master fell silent, and narrowed his eyes to look at sister Ling's face.

"One day he'll fight. If he ever finds out about me and you—it's about it!" Sister Ling sighed softly as she spoke.The young master lowered his head and had no idea.Sister Ling pushed the young master again and said: "Look at you still refusing to leave! He's coming back!" "Hey, do you want him to come back? He took office today, and they invited him to have a drink at Second Sister Li's half-open door in the evening. Are you still coming back? Hey, you still want him to come back!" "Tongue chewing—" Sister Ling scolded, and didn't say anything else.But the young master was a little timid after all, he fooled around for a while, and then left.Sister Ling fell into a drowsy sleep for an unknown amount of time, when she was pushed awake by someone, she heard the chaotic voices of people on the street, the sound of crackling and clapping was very close, like setting off firecrackers.That man was the young master, with a flustered face, he pulled up Sister Ling, and said in a panic:

"It's really bandits coming! Listen! The sound of gunfire! They're fighting at Xizhakou!" Sister Ling was flustered and couldn't speak, she just stared out of the window.A golden slanting sun is hanging in the corner of the patio outside the window.The young master urged her to get dressed, while continuing: "Last time, the old man sent people to Northwest Township to rob and set fire to them; the security team went to arrest a few countrymen as bandits; this time it really is bandits! Among the bandits are ordinary people who were wronged last time. Come to our house—"

He didn't finish a sentence, and suddenly he heard shouts from the street.There was the sound of wooden boards colliding as the shop closed and closed.The young master left sister Ling behind and ran downstairs.Sister Ling shook her legs and went to a window next to the street to look around, only to see that there were security teams all over the street, running around in a panic, grabbing things from shops that hadn't had time to "go up to the board" to close.boom!boom!They fired indiscriminately at the closed shop doors.Sister Ling's legs gave way and she sat on the floor.Just at this time, the young master ran in again, grabbed sister Ling and left, panting and shouting:

"The bandits are in the town! My brother-in-law was shot!—Oh, what, your legs!" The old lady still knelt and kowtowed in front of the small altar.The young master didn't care, he dragged sister Ling away from the back door.Sister Ling couldn't help asking herself: "Where are you going? Where are you going?" But she didn't ask, she was thinking of her mother who lived in Shanghai, and two lines of tears rolled down her gray cheeks. Suddenly, the sound of Chi, Chi, Chi sounded in the air.A stray bullet hit the young master.Like a piece of wood, the young master fell and dragged sister Ling to the ground.Sister Ling took a step, and when she looked at the young master, another stray bullet came and pierced into her chest.The flesh on Sister Ling's face was crooked, and she lay on her back without moving without a cry, a slight wrinkle of hatred and smile flashed by the corner of her mouth.

At this moment, a cloud of black smoke billowed into their original home, followed by a bright light and sparks flying around. February 29, 1932.