I tell fortunes for NPCs in a horror game

Qi Yiniang and I had to stand at the end because we were at the back. She entered the house after I fell out of favor. Mr. Su has not admitted new people in the past two years, but his time at home is getting less and less. Every time he comes back, he leaves because he does not want to face the dispute between the old lady and his wife.

He is unqualified as a son, a husband, and a father. Leaving all this mess to Mrs. Su, he only thought about how he could be happy.

When leaving the madam's room, Qi Yiniang said softly: "If I were her, I wouldn't be so dedicated."

When Qi Yiniang came into the house, I hated her and felt that she had taken away my master's favor from me. It wasn't until I finally realized the reality that I began to sympathize with her. She will probably have to go through the same pain that I went through. But I am already thankful that she is still in love.

To put it bluntly, even if I knew it was not her problem, I would still feel uncomfortable. If it weren't for my wife mediating our relationship, I would never be able to reconcile with her in my life.

We walked out together. When we stepped out of the yard, I looked back with a feeling and saw the maid next to the madam talking quietly to the second aunt.

If it were in another house, this kind of relationship might be the beginning of a bloody storm, right? But in Su Mansion, Madam and we only miss each other.

I turned around and looked at Qi Yiniang, as if I was telling her and myself: "If she hadn't been so dedicated, I wouldn't be so happy."

Less than a month after Su Yuan passed away, the master brought his eighth aunt into the house. The lady still greeted the newcomers with a smile, which had never changed, but I saw the exhaustion and sadness in her eyes that were about to overflow.

……

The year after Su Yuan's death, the old lady suffered a stroke and died in the winter of that year.

After the old lady died, we all felt that her life would be easier now that the mountain that was weighing on her was gone.

But no one expected that less than half a year after the old lady left, she would become seriously ill.

We serve Madam every day.

One afternoon, I accompanied my wife to sunbathe in the courtyard.

My wife suddenly said to me: "Han'er, how old are you this year?"

"Back to Madam, I'm 23."

"23...You have been in the government for ten years."

I looked at the wrinkles at the corners of Madam's eyes, and felt that time was making me grow older, so I responded: "I still remember serving tea to Madam on the second day after I entered the house. Madam still thought I was young."

Yes, at such a young age, I was "sold" into the Su Mansion by my parents. Later, my mother came to see me twice, each time to borrow money for my brother. After the second time, I told the boys that there was no need to report her future visits and I would not see her.

Mrs. Su suddenly laughed out loud, bringing my wandering thoughts back: "I heard that I am a few years younger than your mother. If I gave birth to the child early, the child might be as old as you. I am pregnant with you. When I was Su Yuan, I also thought, if it were a girl, it would be nice to be as beautiful and well-behaved as you... When you entered the government at the age of 12, why would you have to shoulder responsibilities that shouldn't be yours at such a young age?"

After all these years in Su Mansion, I no longer like to cry. Tears represent weakness, and my wife always says that I am a strong child, which makes me embarrassed to cry outside.

But listening to my wife’s frequent emotions, my eyes couldn’t help but feel sour.

I suddenly thought of my mother, the woman whom I had forgotten in my memory, and also of myself when Qi Yiniang entered the house.

I lay down in front of Madam's knees and asked in a low voice: "Madam, are you really, really not sad?"

The lady smiled at me, but this time she didn't give me an answer.

……

The second year after Su Yuan left, his wife followed him. Probably, there is no one or thing in this world worthy of her nostalgia.

I only cried when I first heard the bad news, but I never cried because of it again. Because I feel from the bottom of my heart that only when my wife leaves this prison can she gain true freedom.

Her life has been too miserable.

Following her father and her husband, she did not resist anyone's decision. She became the good wife and mother everyone said, but she did not become herself.

After the wife's death, the second aunt took the fourth aunt to become a nun. The third aunt, who had always been indifferent and had no support at home, went with the madam with a white silk silk, and the house was in chaos for a while.

The way the master presided over the overall situation was to propose me as a successor, but I rejected it outright.

But the master's words, "My wife likes you the most, and you are my wife's true legacy" made me willingly take care of the back house.

Can being a good wife and mother really bring you closer to your wife?

As it turns out, no.

I can't be as normal-minded as Madam. I feel annoyed just looking at these people, but I have to endure, endure, and endure infinitely.

Until the moment before my death, I looked at the rafters, and the scene of me accompanying my wife that afternoon appeared in front of my eyes.

"Ma'am, are you really, really not sad?"

Her silence was the most sincere answer.

Ah, that's right.

What's good about being a good wife and mother?

How could you not be sad?