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一股浓烈的尸臭味，一下子扑鼻而来！

【21】伤心未尽人已逝

老汉用一只手掩着鼻子走了进去。

房间里竟然收拾得整整齐齐。但却不是一尘不染，相反，是积满了灰尘。

桌上，凳子上，家具上，全都积了一层厚厚的灰尘，就好像很久没有人住过了。

老汉把目光移到了床上。

床上显然是躺着一个人。这个人被厚厚的被子，盖得严严实实。被子上面，满是飞来飞去的苍蝇！

老汉向床走了过去。

白云天等众人也都陆陆续续地走进了房间。

老汉走上前，缓缓地揭开了被子。

“嗡”地一声，一大群的苍蝇，一下子四散而飞！

“是白老太太！”白云天等众人齐声惊呼。

床上躺的这个人正是白老太太，从头到脚穿的都是崭新的，就连袜子，鞋子也都穿着新的。

白老太太显然是有备而死的。

也就是说，白老太太一定是自杀而死的，而且也一定死了很长时间了。

因为白老太太现在唯一暴露在外面的一张脸，已经干枯的变了形：萎缩的肌肉，深凹的眼眶……虽死得安详，却令人看后，有一种说不出的恐惧！

大胆的老汉，此刻看着白老太太这一张干瘪得变了形的脸，也不由自主地惊得倒退了一步！

“枕边有一张纸！”不知是谁，此时插了一句，打破了尴尬的宁静。

白云天过去拿起了纸。是份遗书。白云天便读了起来：

“玉楼吾儿：娘无颜见你！你的媳妇，是你异母同父的妹子。这，都是你爹做的孽！可娘也错了。错了一生，更误了你一生！娘不该为了私仇，而把芊芊许配给你，虽你和她是青梅竹马，但我本该说明你俩身世的！可是，因为我恨芊芊的母亲夺走了你爹爹的心。因为你的爹爹，始终不承认芊芊是他的亲女儿。我把恨都转在芊芊身上！甚至做出了一件人神共愤的事。在你小时侯，你爹终于被我饭中下药毒死了。而对外称是得了怪病。在芊芊怀胎快十月的时候，有一天，我在芊芊饭里下了大量的安眠药。在芊芊昏迷睡去时，把她装进了早准备好的棺材里，请了人偷偷地活埋在离白家村很远的一个坟林里……”

白云天读到这里，众人听得都大吃了一惊！谁也没有想到，当年一直以为是得不治怪病而死的白老太爷，竟然是被白老太太毒死的。而白芊芊竟然是被白老太太活埋的！

白芊芊一定是在棺材里生下了孩子后，因为出不去，慢慢地被闷死，饿死的！

这个孩子竟然能在棺材里活下来，实在是个奇迹！

“别读下去了吧？”白云天望着正在发呆的老汉。

“是不必读了！”这话不是老汉说的。声音来自门口。

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“是你？白玉楼！”白云天当场怔住了，手中的遗书也一下滑落，滑落在老汉的脚下。

此时的老汉也完全地惊呆了，完全忘了去拣落在自己脚下遗书。

白玉楼不知何时竟站在了门口！白衣如雪，飘逸脱俗，宛若当年的白老太爷转世！只是此刻已经泪流满面。

面色悲戚的白玉楼走了进来，走到老汉面前，俯身拣起落在老汉脚下的那张遗书，放进了自己的怀里，然后，一下握住了老汉的粗糙的双手。

“爹！”白玉楼猛地跪了下去！

白玉楼这一突然的举动，把众人都弄糊涂了。

“快起来，孩子！”终于回过了神的老汉，连忙搀起了跪在自己脚下的白玉楼，“孩子你这是干什么呀？”

“昨天夜里，芊芊托梦给我，说你要去救我俩的骨肉，我连夜从外地赶回来了。我也知道，孩子在医院已经没事了。刚才的遗书，我也全都听见了。你就是我的再生之父！我想芊芊泉下有知，也同意我这么做的！”

老汉沉默了。他一直膝下无子，做梦也没有想到，在自己的晚年，竟然会飞来到一个儿子！

不，还有一个孙子呢！

“恭喜老伯老来得子！”白云天第一个打破了沉默。

“恭喜老伯！……”如梦初醒的众人也都纷纷过来道贺。

老汉顿时老泪纵横。他想象着自己带着白玉楼回家后，家中的老伴该欢喜成什么样子了。

白玉楼也破涕为笑了。

泉下的白芊芊呢？是否，也该安心瞑目了？

【尾声】是非谁能了

十年以后。

白芊芊与白玉楼的孩子已经长大。

按道理，亲兄妹所生的孩子，该有缺陷才对。可是，这孩子却一切正常，而且，比常人的孩子更加聪明。

白芊芊与白玉楼，真的是兄妹吗？难道当年，白老太太真的错怪了白老太爷了吗？

白老太太，真的错了一生了吗？

这些，恐怕将成为永远的秘密了……

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