Dressed as a cannon fodder female supporting role followed by the villain HE

Chapter 1 wear
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, dripping water turns into ice.

On the farmhouse's earthen kang, Su Wanwan stared with a little boy.

"Are you sure I'm your aunt and your name is Jiaojiao?"

The little girl nodded knowingly.

Su Wanwan finally confirmed it, and she wore the book herself.

She transmigrated into a book called "Wrongly Loved Sweet Wife, Deep Sadistic Love", and the little girl in front of her was the future heroine of the book, and she was the girl's aunt and future adoptive mother?
The door was pushed open with a "creak", and a woman wearing a very ugly hat stuck her head in. A gust of cold wind blew over, accompanied by a loud voice.

"Hey! The big girl is awake?
Get up quickly, your sister and brother-in-law are about to be buried, so take Jiaojiao to see her off! "

Against the light, I couldn't see the person's face clearly, but that sturdy figure was even more bloated by the cotton-padded clothes, wearing a bullshit hat, and the thick scarf tightly wrapped the person, making the pupils shrink continuously together with the north wind.

Su Wanwan shivered subconsciously, it was so cold!

Seeing the loud voice rushing in, he directly pulled her off the kang.

"I said big sister, why are you still in a daze?
Your sister and brother-in-law are waiting to be buried. With just a child like Jiaojiao, why do you want Jiaojiao to visit her parents? "

Only then did I remember that the time when she came was when the original owner fainted from fright after seeing her sister and brother-in-law's death.

With a loud voice and great strength, he took Su Wanwan's cotton shoes and put them on her directly, stretched out his hand to hug the little girl next to him, and pulled Su Wanwan out of the house with very regional characteristics.

Once outside, Su Wanwan realized that this is the north, not the south.

She's really...really really cold!

Is this the fuck into the cellar?

The north wind was like a knife, and her face became numb in an instant. As a southerner, it was the first time that she experienced the coldness of the north.

Southerners can't bear it!

"I said big sister, your sister and brother-in-law are also pitiful.
It's normal for you to see them faint from fright, but it's outrageous if they don't pass after sending their spirits away!The custom here is that the dead cannot be buried with regrets, it will become a ghost!
Hurry up--

Take Jiaojiao to see them for the last time! "

After crackling, Su Wanwan put on a blank face, just listening, she was frightened by the unaccustomed cold air, and was dragged away by the loud voice.

I saw a yard of white banners, and in the middle were two peachwood coffins, not too big or too small!
"People are coming, people are coming, let Jiaojiao take a look, so that the coffin can be clasped!"

An old voice came out in this chaotic time, and then everyone looked at Su Wanwan and the child in the arms of the loud voice.

At this moment, all of Su Wanwan's attention was attracted by the two coffins in front of her. She stepped forward stupidly, grabbed the coffin boards and looked inside, her facial features had all turned into a piece of dough, and she forgot to scream.

His face was bloodless, and his body was a little stiff from fright.

It was the first time in her life that she saw a dead person. When her parents died, she only saw ashes.

Turning his head stiffly, he saw another coffin next to him. The face inside was even worse, the eyes were all put in, the skin was not much, and the dark brown blood was coagulated on it.

Suddenly meeting that unrecognizable face, Su Wanwan felt that her heart was not her own.

After being touched by a loud voice next to her, she felt real, she had really come to this book world.

"Wow--

I want my mother, I want my mother—”

With the tearing sound of milk, Su Wanwan was scared back from screaming.

She hastily hugged Jiaojiao from Lou Lou's arms, and put her face in her arms.

"My aunt is here, my aunt is here!

Don't cry!
Jiaojiao, don't cry! "

It seems to be instinct, the body just does it.

Jiaojiao couldn't stop crying, and Su Wanwan was so frightened that her hands and feet went limp, but she continued to comfort the terrified Jiaojiao.

Jiaojiao is only four and a half years old, how could she be frightened like this?

They were also wiping tears with loud voices. This is the rule, and they don't want their children to see such a scene, but what if they don't look at the couple who died so violently?

"Sorry, take care of the child!"

Pulling Su Wanwan aside who was already unresponsive, he whispered a word of comfort in a loud voice.

A dead person cannot be brought back to life, but a living person has to look forward.

"Cover—the coffin—"

The old voice sounded again, and the loud voice pulled Su Wanwan and Jiaojiao apart.

Taking them to the side, a group of helping men stepped forward to cover the coffin, and then tied two big roosters with bright red combs on the coffin board.

"rise--"

Accompanied by this sound, the two coffins were lifted up by sixteen men. The sound of suona, gong, and crying were intertwined, and they slowly moved out accompanied by paper money flying all over the sky.

(End of this chapter)