Dumb Widow 1
Aunt Zhang said, “Miss Shen, this is the embroidery that needs to be repaired today.”
"Okay, you can come back and pick it up in seven days."
"That's good. Oh, you should go home quickly, the rain is getting heavier."
Chen Wanyue took the long box from Aunt Zhang. It felt heavy when it reached her hand.
Aunt Zhang seemed to have noticed it, and smiled embarrassedly, saying, "This embroidery is made of special materials. It was my daughter's dowry. A mouse had a hole in it."
"Okay." Shen Wanyue's fingers stroked the dark red lines on it, which was a bit rough.
dowry?
She held the box in one hand, held up an oil-paper umbrella with the other, and turned into the drizzle.
"Slow down and be careful on the road."
The sky seemed to be blurred by ink.
The raindrops fell from the eaves with a "tick, tick" sound, and the sound was monotonous and dull.
Chen Wanyue's footsteps were light, looming in the misty rainy day - like a female ghost.
In fact, she is truly a ghost in this world... a poor "ghost" who is homeless and has nowhere to go.
If she hadn't been standing on the ground, she couldn't believe that she would die suddenly from staying up late to repair a Tang Dynasty embroidery of "Water Moon Guanyin", and travel to a dynasty that didn't even exist.
Others are either reborn as a lady of royal nobility, or an inconspicuous lady from a powerful family, and finally they make a comeback.
As for himself, he just became a commoner, without even the chance to "rebound" in a feudal dynasty with clear class divisions.
Chen Wanyue looked down at the box in her arms and sighed. Her craft in the 21st century - embroidery - was still useful in this dynasty that did not exist in history.
Before I knew it, I arrived at the door of my home.
The house is not exquisite, but at least it can shelter from wind and rain.
After entering the room, she sat by the candlelight and slowly opened the box - this time there was only one embroidery.
Shen Wanyue slowly took it in her hand and opened it.
She rubbed her eyes and gently ran her fingertips over the embroidery thread. The stitches were incredibly fine, and each one seemed to be made with human hair.
It would probably take more than seven days to repair an embroidery of this craft.
No wonder Aunt Zhang, who is usually stingy, is willing to pay a higher price than usual.
Shen Wanyue sighed silently and glanced into the box. Does this embroidery need such a big box?
While thinking, she had already prepared the needle and thread.
As the needle and thread went back and forth, the faces of the children gradually became clear.
That’s right, this embroidery depicts a group of children.
At some point, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, flowing along her brow bone and into her eyes.
She suddenly noticed that there was a strange symbol embroidered on the lapels of these children, which looked like the word "injustice".
Shen Wanyue's hand trembled, and the needle pierced her fingertips. Blood dripped onto the embroidery, and the children's eyes suddenly lit up.
The flickering candlelight made the picture of babies playing on the embroidery frame flicker.
The children's faces were distorted in the light and shadow, as if they were about to jump out of the silk cloth.
The door of the house creaked shut.
For some reason, she always felt that the children's eyes were staring at her.
The candle flame suddenly shook violently, she reached out to protect it, and a drop of wax fell onto the embroidery.
"S——"
Chen Wanyue suddenly retracted her hand, feeling a burning pain in her fingertips. She looked at the embroidery again, and the wax had strangely seeped into it, spreading a dark red on the silk. She leaned in to take a closer look, and the red was actually flowing, like... blood.
There were the sounds of drums outside the window. Could it be that I was too tired these days and that was why I had this hallucination?
Shen Wanyue shook her head and said to herself: "It's time to rest. I'll make up for it tomorrow..."
Just as I was about to tidy up the messy needles and fabrics in the room, I suddenly heard the sound of footsteps behind me.
"Who!" she exclaimed.
The moment he turned around, the candle suddenly went out. Moonlight leaked in through the window, casting mottled shadows on the ground.
Chen Wanyue saw that there was another figure next to her own shadow.
It was a thin woman, with her back to her, lowering her head and playing with something. She held her breath, and the woman slowly turned around -
"Help me, will you?"
The hoarse voice entered Shen Wanyue's ears, and it seemed particularly creepy on the rainy night.
"Who are you and why are you in my room?" Shen Wanyue stood up suddenly and looked at the woman in front of her warily.
But the woman didn't seem to notice her fear, and she took a step forward and held her hand: "You took my things... Find the person who hurt me within seven days, or you will die in my place!"
The girl's voice became sharp and piercing. Shen Wanyue's hands were tightly grasped and she couldn't break free at all.
How can such a thin woman be so strong?
"open!"
"Ah——!" The woman's voice pierced through the roof, and Shen Wanyue only felt a buzzing in her head.
In an instant, without any warning, everything around me began to spin.
The candlelight swayed wantonly, casting illusory shadows in the field of vision...
The strange embroidery also became blurred, as if it melted into this distorted space.
Shen Wanyue gasped for breath, and her heart began to beat violently and uncontrollably.
I subconsciously opened my mouth to call for help, but no sound came out of my throat.
Her legs went numb and she collapsed to the ground instantly, her eyes closing uncontrollably.
...........
"When will Madam Li wake up?" It was a voice coming from outside the house.
Shen Wanyue's consciousness gradually became clear. She heard chaotic sounds in her ears. She struggled to open her eyes and got up from the bed, covering her head.
"Hmm!——" There was a sharp pain in the temples, and Shen Wanyue subconsciously grabbed the edge of the bed.
Wait, this bed doesn't feel right...
She endured the pain and looked around through the slits in her eyes.
It was a very small house, with no extra space after putting down a bed and a table.
This is not her home, Shen Wanyue thought for sure.
Suddenly the strange embroidery flashed through her mind.
That must be the reason.
Before she could think about it, the door was slammed open.
Shen Wanyue frowned unhappily, holding her head and about to open her mouth to scold, but only a whimpering sound came out.
At this moment, she felt that her mouth was empty, as if something was missing... was it her tongue! ?
Yes, it’s the tongue!
Why don't I have a tongue?!
The person who came in was a middle-aged woman with a strong build. She had never looked at him straight in the eye since she entered the room. It was obvious that she was not someone to be trifled with.
Could it be that the fact that he didn't have a tongue had anything to do with the woman in front of him?
The woman pushed the door open and stood aside with her hands on her hips, followed by a group of men and women of different heights, weights and bodies.
Chen Wanyue thought about whether she had offended anyone these days, and the final answer was no.
The woman noticed her puzzled expression and narrowed her already small eyes: "Sister-in-law, don't you recognize your sister?"
My sister?! My sister-in-law, when did I get married?
Seeing that she didn't respond, the woman who claimed to be her sister directly pulled her arm and said, "Sister-in-law, it's really stupid to hit your head against the wall to commit suicide! You didn't die, but your brain was damaged."
The woman's grip was very strong, and with just this one move, Shen Wanyue felt like her hand was going to break.
This was followed by a sharp pain in the forehead.
In an instant, fragments of memories from her perspective rushed into her mind.
The memory begins with her marriage, and is filled with noisy voices:
"Look, the dumb and the fool are a perfect match, hahaha."
"Tell me, Aunt Zhang finally got rid of this money-losing guy!"
"Speak softly, Aunt Zhang is still sad."
"There's no need to be sad now that I won't have this burden anymore..."
"After all, it's just a piece of flesh that fell off your body."
"Too....."
Amidst the boos, ridicule and regrets, she saw her husband.
He even wet his pants during the wedding ceremony - what a fool.
After kneeling down to her parents, she raised her head and found a familiar face sitting on the seat - it was Aunt Zhang who asked her to repair her embroidery last night.
My memory was fragmented and the pain was getting more and more severe, gradually spreading throughout my body.
Soon, the auntie who had a bad tone just now appeared in front of her and started to mock her. The picture was broken, and she sat on the small wooden stool again to wash her husband's dirty pants.
The old lady was there too, and she threw the basin in her hand in front of her: "Sister-in-law, please help me wash my family's clothes as well. Don't mix them with your stupid husband's clothes."
The screen began to flicker again, and the room that was originally covered with the word "囍" was replaced by a white cloth.
Yes, her idiot husband is dead.
Then, the memory was disconnected and the severe pain in the head disappeared.
"Hey! I'm talking to you! Can't you hear me? You were originally a mute, and now you're a fool?"
The old lady's voice was very noisy.
Shen Wanyue didn't take her seriously at all.
She didn't know where she got the strength from, but she shook off the old lady's hand, looked around the room, and ran straight to the basin of water beside her.
"You dumb bastard! Calling you my sister-in-law is a compliment to you. Do you really consider yourself my family member?"
Shen Wanyue propped her hands on both sides of the basin, staring intently at the face in the water...
This is not her face.
The face in the water was not outstanding, but the red mark on the forehead was very eye-catching.
As someone who had experienced time travel, Chen Wanyue accepted it well.
She recalled the strange memory just now... Aunt Zhang. Shen Wanyue remembered something. She heard from the embroiderers around that Aunt Zhang's daughter was very good at embroidery and worked for them before she got married.
But she married a fool and died soon after.
These conditions are completely consistent with the memories just now... and the strange embroidery last night...
Could the female ghost I saw last night be Madam Li?
No, that person can speak... Not necessarily, maybe it is Madam Li’s soul.
A defective body does not mean a defective soul.
Now that she had traveled through time and space again, Chen Wanyue felt that there should be some strange people and strange skills in this world.
But now I can't speak, I've only been here for a few months, and I haven't learned to read well, so I can't prove that I'm not the Li lady mentioned by the woman -
Even if she said it, she would probably be burned to death as a monster.
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