Ke Lan raised her eyes, and her dirty little face looked up.

I saw that a young man in green clothes slowly came down the stairs, with a fair complexion, warm eyebrows, and a warm smile on his lips, intentionally or unintentionally, like the warm snow that has not yet melted in spring, which makes people's hearts warm.

When the old man saw the young man, his originally angry face suddenly became gentle, and he bowed down and said, "Young master, you haven't rested yet?"

The young man glanced at the old man, and his gaze was like a drifting autumn leaf and finally fell on Ke Lan's thin body: "Who are they?"

The old man thought it was Ke Lan's nonsense, so he disturbed the young man's Qing Xiu, and hurriedly waved his hand: "It's nothing, I'll just drive something out." ”

Ke Lan looked at the young man's starry eyes, not as disgusted as the old man, his heart was crossed, he got up and ran to the young man's side, and begged again: "I beg you, save my brother." ”

In this way, the young man saw Ke Lan's appearance clearly, his originally smart eyes were full of begging to let go of his self-esteem at the moment, and the scar on his forehead had just scabbed, but he didn't know what was broken, and a trace of blood flowed, and the young man's heart throbbed inexplicably.

He squatted down, his dark eyes were like a vast sea of stars, tightly locking Ke Lan's gaze, and he smiled: "What's your name?"

"Nokolan. ”

The young man raised his head slightly, glanced at the little boy lying unconscious on the ground downstairs, thought for a long time, and smiled faintly: "Okay, I'll help you." ”

Ke Lan couldn't believe her ears, this day, the humiliation she suffered, only in this sentence, as if everything had become cloudy and clear.

She was as excited and happy as if she had found a lost treasure, and kept saying "Thank you." ”

The old man frowned: "Young master, we don't have much entanglement now, and we can't be kind again and again." ”

Ke Lan was stunned for a moment, and turned to look at the young man who was slightly hesitant.

Her heart tightened, she turned around and went downstairs, and walked in front of the old man, her voice trembling a little: "Can I borrow your knife?"

The old man raised his eyebrows, thinking that the little girl couldn't play any tricks, so he handed a knife under the counter to Ke Lan.

Ke Lan stared at the knife in her hand, hesitated for a moment, and seemed to have made up her mind for a while.

The young man looked at her with a little deep meaning, unable to see through what she was thinking, she was sometimes humble and sometimes resolute, which side was the real her?

Ke Lan turned around and walked out the door, the rain outside was still falling, Ke Lan looked at his father lying on the cart without blinking, his eyes were not closed, and they were cloudy.

Ke Lan trembled and raised the knife and slowly moved it to his abdomen.

Suddenly, she closed her eyes tightly, and the sharp knife swung down suddenly!

There was a crisp sound of flesh and blood parting and thunder in the night sky.

Ke Lan's face turned three points whiter, but her hand did not give up in the slightest, she cut open his abdomen, reached in, groped, and sure enough, took out four silver ingots in her stomach.

Her mouth was half-open, and she couldn't close it for a long time.

She didn't dare to look at her father's abrupt eyes, so she turned her head and touched his eyes with her hand.

Then, when she entered the door, there were four silver ingots standing in her trembling palms, and she held them up in front of the old man, and her voice had become hoarse: "Can you treat Nuo You?"

The old man saw everything in his eyes, and he began to have a trace of awe for this thirteen-year-old girl from the bottom of his heart, he took the silver, picked up Nuo You, and went around behind the screen.

Ke Lan glanced at Nuo You one last time, sat down on the ground limply, and the knife in her right hand also fell.

She looked at her hands in disbelief, the thick calluses, at this moment, her eyes seemed to be full of blood stains, blood stains that could not be shaken off, it was her own father's blood.

There was a feeling of nausea in his stomach, and his throat was hot, but Lan vomited irrepressibly.

She hadn't eaten anything at all in the past few days, so all she spat on the ground was sour water.

She was sweating profusely, and she could always smell a strong smell of blood on the tip of her nose.

The gore is the smell of my father.

But Lan vomited so loudly that in the end, there was nothing to vomit but retching.

A clean handkerchief was handed to her.

Ke Lan gasped for breath, raised her heavy eyelids, looked at the concerned young man in front of her, said "thank you" softly, and took the handkerchief.

The boy sat on the ground, not paying attention to the smelly sour water in his eyes, and he looked at her as if he were looking at the most precious treasure in the world.

"Nuo Kelan, I'll call you Kelan in the future, okay?"

Ke Lan's figure froze, staring at the young man in front of him who was as white as the warm sun: "Why? Why, help me?"

The corner of the young man's lips smiled faintly: "Because, you are very special." ”

His eyes were like a huge one, and he effortlessly encapsulated everything that Kolan had.

Kelan abruptly withdrew her gaze and lowered her gaze at her dirty, worn-out shoes.

For a long time, none of them said a word.

The young man reached out and took the jade pendant that he had been wearing like a full moon on his waist since he was a child, and suddenly fell to the ground.

"Bang"

The perfect emerald green instantly becomes two halves.

Ke Lan stared at him in amazement, not knowing why he did this.

Who knows, the young man picked up half of them and handed them to Ke Lan's hand, and smiled slightly: "I don't have any tokens, only this jade pendant that I have carried since I was a child, remember, if you have any difficulties in the future, take it and come to me." ”

Ke Lan looked at the half of the emerald green, and her eyes moved to the mutton fat jade wrench on the thumb of the young man's left hand, which was really as warm as jade like his temperament.

The originally weak fingers, holding the emerald green, tightened, pursed their lips, but they couldn't say anything for a long time.

I could only look at his smiling eyes stupidly, warm as the sun.

Childhood promises, sincere and easy.

But who can control it, will the direction of fate have deviated from the original agreed track?

Four years later.

This year, Nuo Kelan was fifteen years old and Nuo You was eight years old.

On this day, it is the big market once every five days in Liubo Town, and the street vendors are trying their best to shout, hoping to make a lot of money on the day of the big market.

The gong rang out one after another.

It attracted the attention of many people who visited the market, and they surrounded it one after another.

I saw a row of weapons, swords, clubs, and halberds, swinging them one by one, and a little boy standing beside them was desperately striking a gong, while a fifteen-year-old girl was wielding a double sword, and she was playing hard in the crowd.

She has delicate eyebrows and a black braid, which was originally a beauty, but she has a small scar on her forehead, which makes people feel sorry.

After she finished playing with the broadsword, she lifted the long sword again, and the sword that flashed with cold light played with ease in her hand, which attracted a burst of applause from everyone.

The little boy saw the opportunity, so he turned the gong sideways and collected the copper plates one by one.

At this moment, a carriage approached from far and near, attracted by the loud applause.

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