Xiao Lan broke the steamed bun, put the large portion in Xiong Chen's hand, and said, "Brother Xiong Chen, your face looks very bad, you definitely didn't have breakfast, let's eat some!"

Xiong Chen touched his thin and yellowed cheeks, stuffed the steamed bun back into Xiao Lan's hand, and muttered in a low voice: "Silly girl, I am tanned by the sun, if I stay in the house for a few days, it will be white, you eat quickly, otherwise I will ignore you in the future." ”

He pressed his stomach and said, "I said that if I eat, I will eat, why don't you believe it? If I don't eat enough, where will I have the strength to protect you? You can eat with confidence." ”

Xiao Lan smiled sweetly, thinking to herself, how could I not believe you......? I don't want you to go hungry!

Her clear eyes turned around on Xiong Chen's face, and said, "I really want to see what Brother Xiong Chen's white brother looks like?"

Xiong Chen snorted, wiped the messy sideburns on his head with his big hands, straightened his chest, and said proudly: "Of course that's a handsome and chic beautiful man with a jade tree in the wind! Xiao Lan, don't worry, Brother Xiong Chen will let you see enough!"

Xiao Lan giggled, gently kicked Xiong Chen's calf with her toes, and said, "Well, don't worry about it, I'll have to watch it every day then!"

Xiong Chen looked at Xiao Lan sideways, although her face was pale, her facial features were delicate and exquisite, and the proportions were just right.

Xiong Chen's heart moved, and Xiao Lan began to grow up.

"Xiaolan, I also want to watch you every day for the rest of my life, okay?"

Xiao Lan's face flew up a red glow, and her heart pounded for no reason, she was afraid that Xiong Chen would notice the embarrassment on her face, so she hurriedly turned her head and didn't dare to answer.

Xiong Chen looked at Xiao Lan stupidly, this year he is seventeen, Xiao Lan is fourteen, he already understands some hazy feelings, but Xiao Lan has not yet arrived, she is still an innocent girl.

"Eat quickly, the steamed bun will be hard when it is cold, and it will be difficult to swallow. ”

Xiao Lan hurriedly put the steamed bun in her mouth and said vaguely: "It's all your fault, it's all nonsense and amusing people." ”

Xiong Chen smiled innocently and didn't argue, just looked at the green mountains across the lake in a daze.

Xiao Lan was really hungry, and the two steamed buns quickly went down, she sucked her fingers that remained the fragrance of the steamed buns, and gently touched Xiong Chen with her elbow: "Brother Xiong Chen, what are you looking at?"

Xiong Chen turned his head and said with a serious face: "Xiao Lan, what I said is not nonsense, what I said is true, Xiong Chen will treat you well in this life, and he is willing to be enslaved by you." ”

Xiao Lan looked at his serious expression, and suddenly felt stunned in her heart------ I will stay good all my life, and I am willing to be enslaved by you.

She was in a trance, looking up at the clear sky, with a confused expression.

It seems that many, many years ago, there was a man with blazing eyes, looking at a woman with a resentful face, and said the same thing in a gentle voice.

“....... Willing to be enslaved by you....... "Enslaved by me?"

"Xiao Lan, Xiao Lan, what are you thinking?"

Xiao Lan held her head, glanced at Xiong Chen in a daze, and hummed absentmindedly.

Xiong Chen's big hand touched her forehead, which was slightly cool.

"Xiaolan, you rest here, I'll help you wash your clothes. ”

He jumped off the stone, walked to the lake, took the mallet that had been soaked in the water and was black-brown, and soaked the linen clothes with a thick layer of mud into the water, and softened them, and struck them again and again.

Xiao Lan leisurely dangled a pair of slender calves and looked at Xiong Chen's back, as long as he was idle over the years, he would secretly come to help him work, this washing clothes, sweeping the courtyard, lighting the fire and feeding the pigs and other chores have long been practiced to the point where practice makes perfect.

Watching Xiong Chen rhythmically knock on the pile of small mountain-like clothes, Xiao Lan realized that although Xiong Chen was very thin, his back looked extremely broad, she looked at it for a while, and for some reason, she suddenly felt like leaning on his back.

Since they were sold to Jiudao Villa by the trafficker Sister Hua'er when they were eight years old, Xiaolan and Xiong Chen, as well as the group of companions around them who were also trafficked, were pointed at the housekeeper with sticks and whips, and kept doing laundry, sweeping the floor, carrying water, and chopping firewood every day......

Endless toil, endless scolding and corporal punishment, and gruel steamed buns that never fill their stomachs...... In the past six years, Xiao Lan witnessed two hundred and eighty-three slaves her size die humbly in the midst of cold and starvation, and after they turned into a cold corpse, they were rolled up with straw mats and thrown into mass graves by the housekeeper.

She was so scared that she was often awakened by nightmares at night, but she didn't dare to cry, for fear that the crying would provoke a good fight, so she could only bite her lip hard and sobbed silently......

She feared ----that one day she would become the two hundred and eighty-fourth, and that she would be swept up in a tattered straw mat and thrown into a mass grave, where she had heard that there were many wild dogs that ate carrion......

Fortunately, Brother Xiong Chen has always been by his side, and over the years, if it weren't for his protection, I might have become a meat in the mouths of wild dogs, but in order to protect me, he was beaten hard with a stick from the housekeeper.

Thinking of this, Xiao Lan couldn't help but whisper softly: "Brother Xiong Chen." ”

Xiong Chen, who was scrubbing his mud clothes, stopped, he glanced back at Xiao Lan, and said softly, "Xiao Lan, what's the matter?"

Xiao Lan's face was a little hot, and she waved her hand at him and said, "It's okay, you're busy." ”

Xiong Chen hummed, turned around and continued to wash clothes.

Xiao Lan only remembers that she was punched in the face by an obese woman in the ice and snow that year, Venus flashed in front of her, and she fainted suddenly, and when she woke up, she was already tied up and sitting in a wooden cage, she was so scared that she just wanted to cry loudly, but she could only make a vague whining sound, because her mouth was stuffed with a ball of linen.

Then she saw Xiong Chen, who, like her, was also stuffed in a wooden cage with a lot of flowers, and his mouth was also blocked by a ball of linen, and he used all his strength to move to her side, blocking the biting cold wind behind him.

Along the way, he looked at Xiao Lan with concern and firm eyes like this--- Xiao Lan's initial panic slowly faded under his warm and firm gaze, Daddy doesn't want me anymore, he sold me for rice copper plates to support his younger brother and Erniang, but can I resent him?

After all, he is my biological father, even if he ruthlessly left me behind, but without him, how could I come?

Since my father has left me, I have to live alone in this miserable world, and besides, I have Brother Xiong Chen by my side, he will definitely protect me, just like when I am in the woods, I accidentally fall into a cave full of snow, and when I am almost covered by the snow, he will appear, and he will jump down without hesitation, hold me, and carry me up.

There were more and more people in the wooden cage, and after three days, it was already filled with children about the same age as her, Xiong Chen had been close to her, fighting for her a relatively spacious territory in the crowded wooden cage, during which the fat woman had only given them water three times and eaten two small steamed buns, and she was groggy all day, until one day, she was pulled off the ground by a pair of big hands, and then dragged into a dark, cold room.

The days that followed...... Xiao Lan looked down at a pair of calloused hands, and thought sadly, in fact, my fingers are quite slender, if there is no thick layer of calluses, it should be a pair of slender jade hands, right?