My sister is gone. In the temple, there is a new drum, brightly colored, vivid and beautiful, with a drumhead bigger than Sangzhu's head.
The lama gave a strange smile. "Sangzhu, take good care of this drum."
Sangzhu didn't want to face the cold, lifeless drum all day. She didn't want the drum; she just wanted her sister to come back.
"Lama, where's my sister? Can I take care of the drum with her?"
The lama pressed on the wound on her arm, saying, "Your sister is a ruthless woman; she doesn't want you anymore."
Sangzhu was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face. The physical pain was nothing compared to the heartache she felt. Her sister really didn't want her anymore.
She waited and waited, but her sister never came, just like she never saw her parents back then.
From then on, Sangzhu lived alone in the quiet temple.
No, it's not one person, it's one person and one drum.
The lamas stipulated that the drum must be bathed and rubbed with incense every day, and there must not be a speck of dust on it.
Sangzhu hated this strange drum. She ate wild vegetables every day, but the drum was made with precious oil and spices.
What kind of world is this, where drums are more precious than people?
Day after day passed, and the "holy day" was approaching again. Sangzhu gave Gu a bath in advance and wiped him clean.
She was about to go back to sleep when she heard a familiar voice.
“Sangzhu has taken good care of this drum. These two are truly sisters who are bound by blood.”
"Since the elder sister became a human skin drum, the younger sister must also play a role. If the human skin is destroyed, there are other things left: leg bones, skull, heart, liver, lungs..."
"Ah~, I'm still missing a skull. Sangzhu's head is round and perfect, it will be very beautiful when it's dug out."
Sangzhu covered her mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound.
The lama killed his sister and made a drum from her skin.
That drum belongs to my older sister!
Tears welled up in her eyes, and Sangzhu bit her lower lip before quietly running back to her room.
She was gripped by endless terror. "Sister, sister didn't abandon me. Sister died and turned into a drum."
Sangzhu trembled all over. The lama had skinned his sister and made a drum from her skin, and now he wanted to kill her!
Sangzhu understood why her sister had stabbed her arm with a knife.
The lama took a liking to her skin, and her sister, in order to protect her, became a drum made of human skin in her place.
Looking at the wound on her arm, Sangzhu couldn't stop crying, "Waaah... Sister... come back... Sister, waaah..."
No one answered her; her sister would never come back.
She thought, if even a small wound hurts this much, how much more painful would it be to have the entire sheet removed?!
Sangzhu cried for two hours, then came to the human skin drum with a knife and gently stroked the drum surface.
"Sister, I've come to find you..."
The bright red blood stained the entire drum, and Sangzhu collapsed next to her sister, dead.
After her death, her soul was attached to a human skin drum and gradually took on the appearance of her older sister.
As time passed and the world changed, Sangzhu forgot herself, but she never forgot her sister.
"Sister, I am Sangzhu, your younger sister. I've come to find you..."
The human skin drum bounced and jumped, and she finally remembered.
The figure above the drumhead, its body covered in blood, gradually transformed into a round-faced, almond-eyed girl.
Thump thump thump! Thump thump thump! !
The human skin drum was still vibrating. Zhou Junjie rubbed his eyes hard. "Waaah, I'm so sad. My heart aches so much, it hurts like my own father has died!"
He wailed loudly, "Dad, don't die too young! You must live to be a hundred, otherwise I'll ruin the Zhou family sooner or later, waaaaah..."
Jiang Chi took two steps to the side, keeping his distance from this idiot to avoid getting infected.
As he listened to the mournful drumbeats, though he knew nothing of the story of the human skin drum, a nameless sadness welled up within him.
Jiang Chi imagined the scene inside his mother's womb, with him on the left and another baby on the right.
The two babies are always fighting, stretching out their short arms and legs to punch their roommate next to them.
How strange! Why is he having such a picture in his mind?
Dad said that child died long ago and that we shouldn't mention him again.
Of the entire Jiang family, only the second brother believed she was still alive. He secretly went to a temple to light a peace lamp, and was then swindled out of 50 million yuan.
No! It's one hundred million!
Xia Xiangjun squatted in the corner, lost in thought, unable to sense what the human skin drum was trying to say.
Hearing the drumbeat, my heart suddenly ached, as if it had been pricked by countless needles.
The human-skin drum leaped over happily, and the girl above stretched out her hands, "Sister, sister, I am Sangzhu, do you remember me?"
Xia Xiangjun has no memory of the girl named Sangzhu and doesn't know her at all.
She stared at the human skin drum in front of her, tears gradually blurring her vision.
Strange! Why is she crying?
Sangzhu also cried, "Master, my sister doesn't recognize me anymore. Did the lama do something to her?"
Lin Xi snapped out of her daze; through the sound of the drums, she saw Sangzhu's entire life.
Sangzhu has been searching for her sister for so long, but her sister has already been reincarnated.
Xia Xiangjun drank the Meng Po soup and had no memory of her previous life, so it's normal that she doesn't remember Sangzhu.
Sigh... Years have passed, and the person Sangzhu found is completely different; he has forgotten everything between them.
In this life, Xia Xiangjun is Xia Xiangjun, not Sangzhu's older sister.
A tragedy, an absolute tragedy.
Lin Xi sighed, unsure of what to say.
This year's Meng Po is very effective; the quality of Meng Po soup is excellent.
The human skin drum jumped around anxiously, "Master, look at my sister."
Lin Xi patted Sangzhu's head. "Your sister has been reincarnated. She is Xia Xiangjun."
Sangzhu understood.
Xia Xiangjun is not the older sister, but the reincarnation of the older sister.
She will never find her sister again, the sister who would call her "little sister" and take her to see the birds.
Sangzhu pouted and cried, while the human skin drum continued to vibrate.
Thump thump thump!
At this moment, Jiang Chi really wanted to cry. This drum was poisonous. If he really cried, where would he put his face?
He pinched his thigh hard with his hand in his pocket. The pain brought him back to his senses, and he forced back his tears.
Zhou Junjie, without any restraint, opened his mouth and burst into tears.
He saw his father die, his family property seized by relatives, and himself left to wander the streets, eventually starving to death.
That's so tragic! It's really so tragic!
"Aww, Dad, waah... Don't die... Please don't die... Aww aww aww."
The noise was so loud it hurt people's ears. Lin Xi patted Sangzhu's head and said, "Alright, stop crying. Say goodbye to her. It's time to end this chapter of your life and start a new journey."
Sangzhu sobbed and cried, staring intently at Xia Xiangjun, looking through her skin into her sister's soul.
She waved, "Goodbye, sister."
My sister has started a new life; I shouldn't disturb her.
Sangzhu obediently did as the master said, and she was also going to start a new life.
Linxi opened the gates of hell, and the red spider lilies on the road to the underworld were still in full bloom, bright and dazzling.
Sangzhu jumped off the human skin drum where he had lived for many years and slowly walked towards the gate of hell.
"Sister! Sangzhu!!" Xia Xiangjun clutched her chest, knelt on the ground, and trembled violently.
Sangzhu left, and my heart ached terribly. My mind was filled with memories that didn't belong to her.
Xia Xiangjun cried out, "Sangzhu, my sister!"
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