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After school, Zhou Qingyang did not go back to his dormitory, but followed Lingling to the courtyard.

Looking at it as usual, he was still smiling, settling the payment for the clothes sold that day, paying wages to a few children, and weighing food for them.

But if you look closely, you will find that Lingling's smile does not reach her eyes at all, and there is a hint of sadness in her eyes.

Wu Lianzi and Gu Yue were originally worried about Lingling and wanted to follow her to the small courtyard, but Zhou Qingyang patted his chest and promised that he would definitely take care of her, so they calmed down.

But Lingling didn't say anything. Zhou Qingyang was scratching his head and didn't know how to help her.

Until evening, after all the children in the orphanage were sent away, the smile on Lingling's face slowly faded, and she was silent, recording today's income.

Zhou Qingyang silently moved a small bench without saying a word, just accompanying him.

After a long time, Lingling slowly spoke.

"It's time for you to go back to school."

"I'm not going back, I'm here with you."

"I'm fine, it's just..."

As he spoke and pursed his lips with dark eyes, Zhou Qingyang was not in a hurry and just stayed by the side.

"I just didn't expect to suddenly see an acquaintance from the past."

"If you are willing, just talk to me. Although I may not know how to help you, it is better to speak out than to keep it in your heart."

After speaking, he gently held Lingling's hand.

Zhou Qingyang's hand was big and warm, wrapping his slightly cold hand. The warmth from his hand went straight down his arm to the bottom of his heart.

Lingling, who had been holding it in for a day, felt the warmth on her hands and her eyes turned red instantly. Seeing Zhou Qingyang's distressed eyes, Lingling couldn't be restrained and threw herself into Zhou Qingyang's warm arms, crying loudly. She really wanted to take this... I cried out all the grievances and uneasiness I felt during the day.

After about ten minutes, Lingling's crying gradually became quieter. Her red and swollen eyes did not make her become embarrassed. Thinking about it, there was a touch of pity in a pair of eyes that had just cried.

Zhou Qingyang thoughtfully handed a bowl of warm water to Lingling's mouth.

"Drink some water and replenish yourself, otherwise your voice will become hoarse."

Holding the bowl, Lingling sipped it with small mouthfuls. Because she had just finished crying, her cheeks and nose were red. She was pitiful and a little funny at the same time. But Zhou Qingyang was so distressed now that she had no intention of appreciating this.

After a long time, Lingling regained her composure and spoke slowly, talking about past events that she had never told anyone.

Lingling's family has three sisters and one younger brother. Although her parents are more doting on the younger brother, they do not treat their daughters harshly. The older sisters also love the younger brother very much.

Because Lingling's father worked in the town, every time he came home from a break, he would bring gifts to several people, but his brother's gifts were a little heavier.

It wasn't until Lingling was five years old that she became particularly interested in making clothes, so she begged her mother to give her the cloth at home.

After she promised herself that there would be no fuss, Lingling's mother gave Lingling the piece of cloth she had saved for a long time.

And Lingling did not disappoint her family. She used these pieces of cloth to make a dress for her younger brother. Although the clothes were made of pieces of cloth, the clothes were not ugly because they were well matched.

After seeing that he had this skill, Lingling's father spent a lot of money and tickets to buy half a piece of floral cloth and half a piece of navy blue cotton, so that he could make a dress for the whole family.

Lingling's eldest sister was 15 years old at the time and had already grown taller and well developed.

Lingling had a sudden idea and made a slim-fitting skirt for her eldest sister, but it was this skirt that brought disaster to her eldest sister.

The eldest sister was wearing a skirt and wanted to go out to look pretty. However, when she went out, she was stared at by a street kid in the village. On the way home in the evening, the street kid and some of his friends dragged the eldest sister in. In the corn field.

When I got home, the flowered skirt had been torn out of shape, and the beautiful skirt was also covered in blood. Rumors spread in the village that the in-laws whom the eldest sister had originally promised were also cheating. Soon after The eldest sister was found to be pregnant.

But there were several people there that day, and the eldest sister had no idea whose child it was, so she could only bear it silently, until she suddenly suffered a haemorrhage during delivery, killing one and two people.

Lingling was too young at the time. She only knew that her eldest sister had suffered a crime, but she did not know that her parents blamed her. If it were not for the clothes she made, her eldest sister would not have suffered this crime.

Ever since what happened to the eldest sister, although her parents blamed Lingling in their hearts, she was their own daughter after all, so they just became much colder towards her.

He also warned her not to make those slim-fitting skirts again, otherwise she would break her hands.

Although I don’t know why, I listened to my parents and never made a floral skirt again, until the second sister took a piece of big red cloth and begged Lingling to make a red skirt for her, hoping to wear it when she got married.

Lingling didn't agree at first. After all, her parents said they would break her hands if she made any skirts. She didn't want to be without hands.

It wasn't until her parents told her that this was the dress that her second sister was going to wear to her husband when she got married, that Lingling took the red cloth and made a red skirt that showed off her figure.

It was originally a happy event for everyone, but when the second sister was getting married in a red dress, something happened.

A group of relatives who were having a wedding got the groom drunk and blocked the second sister in the new house. In the new house, they tore the second sister's clothes to pieces.

She was still shouting, "Aren't you just here to seduce people when you're dressed like this? She's pretending to be a chaste and martyr woman."

The second sister couldn't bear it and hit the wall on the spot. The lively happy event turned into nothing, and the red dress Lingling carefully made for the second sister became tattered.

There was a rumor in the village that Lingling was the star of death, and anyone who wore a dress made by her would die.

Fortunately, her parents did not give up on themselves, thinking that since their two daughters were gone, it would be fine if they didn’t make dresses. Lingling, who was already eight years old at the time, was no longer as ignorant as she was before. She also felt that both her sisters were It was because I wore the dress I made that I didn't die.

So when she started making clothes, Lingling never made any beautiful little skirts.

I originally thought that the matter was over, until one day, my six-year-old brother disappeared. I searched the entire village but found no one.

Until I found my brother's shoes on the edge of the river in the back mountain.

When the person was fished out, he was completely soaked. The water ghost who fished him out said that his clothes had absorbed water and the child couldn't climb out, so he drowned alive.

Rumors ranged from rumors that wearing a dress you made yourself would kill you to wearing clothes you made yourself would kill you.

At first, this rumor was only circulated in the village. Somehow, it became more and more intense. Even people from all over the country knew that he was a bad guy and the clothes he made were deadly.

The father and mother who lost their son also felt that they were the broomstick and drove themselves out of the house with wild bamboo. The villagers who used to be nice and cheerful said that the difficulty in giving birth to their pigs was because of their being the broomstick. Home pig.

In the end, not only was he kicked out by his parents, he was also kicked out of the village by the villagers.