Mu Xing, who had a name, was obviously much more cheerful, her delicate face was red in the light, she flipped through the curry rice diligently, and when she felt that it was about the same, she held it to Jiang Fan with both hands.

While the two were eating, Jiang Fan asked about each other's life experience by the way.

Mu Xing can almost be said to be the most typical epitome of India's poor, his parents are untouchables, the kind that is the lowest and the lowest, and he can't even wear shoes, and he is not even allowed to use an umbrella when it rains!

The parents had a total of more than ten children, Mu Xing was the seventh and one of the three children who survived, and there was an older brother who had already started a family and never returned to this home. There is also a sister who eloped with someone because her family couldn't afford the dowry.

Mu Xing's parents were very calm about this, and they didn't blink their eyes, as if they had never had this daughter.

When Mu Xing was eleven years old, his mother had a quarrel with his father over a trivial matter, and he was angry and drank medicine.

Her scumbag father just watched his wife drink medicine, and then rolled on the ground in pain, but his face was expressionless, until his wife finally breathed.

Mu Xing, who learned the news, didn't cry or make trouble, and used the little money he usually saved to dispose of his mother's body, and then dropped out of school to work in the city. Within a few years she had done everything, starting out as a street juggler to a waitress in a restaurant, and then all of them fired her when they knew she was a pariah. Just as she was about to go to the sewer workers, she met Amit.

At that time, Amit was also unlucky, and made a bet with another high-caste classmate, and the bet was Mu Xing, who was wandering on the street at the time.

As a result, Amit lost, and the gambling was quite good, so he stopped Mu Xing and hired her at the polar price.

Although the price is outrageously low, almost equal to nothing, but for Mu Xing at this time, it is good to have something to eat, so she is very satisfied with Amit.

Of course, Amit was by no means a good man and a woman, and he never regarded this little maid as a servant, but a modern-day version of a slave!

Beating and scolding is a common thing, and it's not uncommon not to be given food, and you work so hard that you can't sleep...... Well, Mu Xing is used to it.

Fortunately, Amit boasted of her noble bloodline, and she didn't look down on Mu Xing, who was from a humble background, so she didn't think anything about her, otherwise she might have children now.

According to normal logic, Mu Xing will continue to work by Amit's side until Amit doesn't like her, or is married home by a servant.

In this way, it was not until he met Jiang Fan that his life suddenly became bumpy, first he was sent to the hospital, and then he was brought here by Salman, ready to be used as a sacrifice.

Speaking of his own experience, Mu Xing neither cried nor made trouble, and even his expression did not change much, and he always narrated in an indifferent tone, as if he was telling someone else's story.

Jiang Fan was a little frightened by this little girl, what kind of strong will is this, so can he endure it alive?

"So you're only sixteen years old this year, and you've ever been in elementary school?"

Mu Xing nodded: "It's the third grade." ”

"What about your father? I remember when I was in the cafeteria, you said your father was sick......

Mu Xing was silent for a while before he said, "My father is already an alcoholic, and he doesn't do anything every day, just pointing to my little money to live...... As for the sickness, he was full of problems, but they were all drunk from drinking. ”

Jiang Fan sighed, not knowing what to say.

Both of them were silent, only the white glow from the lamps reflected their shadows on the cave walls, shaking.

After eating, Mu Xing packed up all his things and threw them out, and then brought some hay to put on the ground and asked Jiang Fan to sleep.

"Sleep?"

Jiang Fan smiled and shook his head: "I don't have to sleep." ”

"No sleep?"

Mu Xing obviously couldn't understand the meaning, she looked at the simple hay bed, thinking that she didn't do it well enough, so she carefully tidied it up, and it looked extraordinarily smooth.

"Brother Fan, it's no problem this time. Mu Xing's face was proud.

Jiang Fan couldn't help laughing: "Really Mu Xing, I really don't have to sleep, because I'm a monk." ”

The word monk was obviously too advanced for Mu Xing, so she skipped it and sat on the bed with her head down, sad.

Jiang Fan couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to comfort: "Mu Xing, the bed you made is very good, and I am also very satisfied, but I really ......"

He suddenly didn't know what to say.

Mu Xing raised his head: "Brother Fan, do you think I can't serve people?"

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly shook his head and said, "It's nothing." ”

"Then why don't you sleep?"

Looking at Mu Xing's big sparkling eyes, Jiang Fan sighed in his heart, feeling that he was really quite brainless, what was wrong with accommodating her?

"Alright then, I'll sleep. ”

Jiang Fan fit and lay on the hay and closed his eyes.

After waiting for a while, he didn't hear Mu Xing's movement, but when he opened his eyes, he found her lying on the stone floor next to her, smiling and closing her eyes.

"Alas, you...... How do you sleep over there?"

Jiang Fan asked in surprise.

"Huh?"

Mu Xing hurriedly sat up: "What's the matter, Brother Fan?"

Jiang Fan pointed to his hay bed: "It's so big, it's enough for the two of us to lie down, why are you sleeping on the ground?"

Mu Xing was stunned: "Brother Fan, I'm ...... I'm a pariah, you're close to me, but you're going to ......."

"Come here!"

Jiang Fan didn't wait for her to finish, and shouted in a deep voice.

Mu Xing was shivering by his drinking, so he had to obediently crawl over and sleep with him.

"Stay in the middle," Jiang Fan said again.

Mu Xing had no choice but to grind and get closer to him, but his small body was still tense.

"No need to do this," Jiang Fan said with relief: "I won't eat you." ”

Mu Xing hummed as low as a mosquito, and his small body moved to this side in response.

Jiang Fan could only smile and close his eyes.

Speaking of which, he really hadn't really slept for a few days, so he slept soundly and sweetly, and dreamed of Liu Hanyan.

The other party's fragrant and soft body shrank in his arms, looking up at a face that captivated the country and the city, and the flattery in his big eyes was unbearable.

Just when Jiang Fan was hot and was about to do the other party, he suddenly woke up with a movement in his heart.

Hey?

There is really a person in his arms, soft, and with the fragrance of a girl.

It's Mu Xing!

Jiang Fan was stunned, and then understood what was going on.

After all, they were in the mountains, and the night was very cold, and Mu Xing did not have Jiang Fan's physique that was not invaded by cold and heat, so it was normal to feel cold in the middle of the night. And after it gets cold, she will naturally get into Jiang Fan's arms, which is human nature.

Seeing that Mu Xing's delicate little face still had a sweet smile, it seemed that she was also dreaming something.

Jiang Fan smiled again and gently hugged the other party's body, as if holding the most precious girl's heart.