If Xie Lian has time to think about it or someone else knows about it. They will be shocked by the decisive and cruel decision of "one life for one life". It has long been a law of nature to destroy other life in order to maintain one's own life. But "one life for one life" makes people dare not think and dare not ask. The autumn wind rolled up many yellow leaves, some of which fell on Xie Lian's body. And some others were sprinkled on yuan Chu. A lonely, silent funeral! kxx The impression of childhood is always the most beautiful and unforgettable. Even if a copper coin fell into the grass, he could not find it even if he tried his best to look for it. When no one was there, he burst into tears. This kind of awkward and unpleasant memory is still very beautiful when I grow up. Lichun squatted by the well to wash clothes, and some of the humble houses around her were exactly the same as she remembered. Seven years is not a long time, but if you ask a woman who laughs in the dust, seven years is like the seventh century. The "home" where I lived in the past was full of bitter memories. Poverty, hunger, cold, and the terrible look of door-to-door debt collection. But now the house was bought back with white silver, all of which belonged to her. Countless memories have changed from ugly and terrible to beautiful and lovely. Especially the man in the room. He must still be in bed. It was the first time in her life that she had met such a sleepy person. He could sleep soundly day and night, except for eating and getting up, except for two naked bodies touching flesh and friction to arouse lust and action. Unfortunately, her parents died early and could not enjoy the comfortable life she brought. It's a pity that the man will be gone soon. When will he go and where will he go? No one will know, including her. Anyway, he will leave and never come back. You must think that they are acting out a tragedy-no promises,silk olive tree, no endings. But Lichun didn't think so. More than ten days ago in the brothel, she was still under the heavy bondage of the underworld forces, greeting and seeing off all kinds of men day and night (some of them really made her feel sick, but she still had to smile and ingratiate herself). But suddenly I met him-the scar on his forehead was shining, the beard on his cheeks was full, and he was not handsome at all. H buy back the house where she grew up. Enough to eat for decades without doing anything. As far as she knew, her sister had never met such a guest. Besides, she was not beautiful, with a round face and rough hands and feet. The only thing worth ment