And in that barren mountain village, she could do nothing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because she was just a girl, and she was a girl who couldn't do anything but farm work.

That year, all the signs were already beginning to appear.

In the small mountain village, it rains a lot, and the water in the sky keeps falling.

It was a beautiful scene, but she wasn't in the mood to appreciate it.

During that time, the most weeds heard were his father's insults and his mother's somewhat mournful cries.

Her little heart is also full of shadows.

The weeds prayed every day: God, don't it rain. Leave Xiaocao a little way to live, okay? Xiaocao is already bitter enough.

She kept saying these words in her heart, and prayed incessantly.

Even, even in her dreams, she was muttering, these words.

It seems that God has mercy on her, and is reluctant to let this poor and lovely little grass suffer such a tragic fate again.

The rain finally stopped.

And the weed's father and mother are about to show a smile on their faces.

But the heavens did not follow people's wishes.

After heavy rains, there is a great drought.

It was hell on earth.

Madame Fan slowly closed her eyes, revealing a somewhat poignant smile.

It was a catastrophe, and all the people died.

Some died of starvation, others died of illness.

Others who ate the flesh of the dead also got sick and died.

And she, after all, was still fateful, and escaped just when someone else's butcher's knife had already cut at her.

But what hope did she have?

A little girl who has nothing to do and can only sell some strength wants to survive, what should she do?

She has stolen, robbed, and been beaten.

She was scarred, hungry and cold.

Many times, she almost died, but she survived.

She also thought that she would always be like this, to be a pickpocket, or to be a beggar.

But...

That day, she was very hungry.

It took a lot of effort for her to get a few hard steamed buns, which were as hard as bricks, and were snatched away by a few old beggars.

Ignoring her cries and her pleas for mercy, they beat her like that and left.

Originally, they had even more dirty thoughts.

But when she realizes that something is wrong with them, she goes crazy.

Long-term street begging and a life of crawling and rolling made her learn to observe words and emotions early.

As soon as they had that meaning, she understood.

She had a very fierce expression on them, and she was going to fight them hard!

At that time, her eyes probably showed a very fierce light like a wolf.

Naturally, there was no bronze mirror around for her to look at her expression.

She could see it in the old beggars with a little frightened expression.

They were stunned for a moment, and then they scolded and left.

And what about her?

She lay there tired, feeling like she was about to die.

There was a bright light in front of her, and she closed her eyes weakly.

Faintly I saw a figure walking towards her.

He bent down and picked her up, so warm, is it a fairy?

She tried to keep her eyes open with some effort, but in vain.

She was so tired, she used all her strength to open a slit.

Vaguely, she saw a very beautiful young man.

It was like a fairy, and she closed her eyes with some happiness.

He must be a fairy, right? Knowing that she was unfortunate in her life, he came to pick her up after she died?

She fell asleep in a daze.

"Awake?"

As if lying on the clouds, she opened her eyes in a daze and looked around.

Her body was so soft and comfortable that she didn't even want to move.

"Hmm. ”

No, who's who, who's talking?

She looked around for the source of the voice.

A beautiful boy, just like that, went straight into the bottom of her heart.

He has a bewitching face, but he doesn't look feminine.

He was all over his body, and there was a sense of nobility that she had never seen before.

Noble, mysterious.

This is her initial evaluation of Dongfang Cheng.

"Who are you?"

She asked, somewhat confused.

Was he the man who was holding her just now?

She had now discovered that she was not dead, but why did he want to save her?

"I am your master. ”

The young man's face was calm, and he smiled at her.

"Master?"

"Yes, master. ”

She smiled: "Master, since you saved my life, then the cheap life of the slave is yours." Whether you live or die, it's up to you. ”

"You're smart. ”

Dongfang Cheng smiled.

He just took a fancy to her cleverness, cunning, and eloquence.

And, that very high learning talent.

"I want you to marry. ”

A weed flashed in Dongfang Cheng's eyes, and there was no light that he could understand until now.

"Marry whom?"

She asked, a little confused.

At this time, in her heart, she didn't think of any refusal.

Now, she is just single-mindedly thinking about repaying this man.

Her heart is full of a warm astringency.

It was a feeling she didn't understand at the time.

She was still too young, only thirteen, and she couldn't read how she felt at this time.

But Dongfang Cheng didn't answer her immediately, nor was he surprised by her cheerfulness, he just asked her calmly, "What's your name?"

The young Dongfang Cheng's voice is very gentle, and his voice is already gorgeous.

At this time, I asked her so softly, in this not too gorgeous hut, but for no reason, there was a lot of beauty.

She blushed in an instant, lowered her head, and replied to him a little shyly: "Weeds." ”

Immediately, she felt a little uneasy in her heart.

After wandering in this place for so long, she also knew the names of some government ladies.

Their names are all very good, what are they called "Lan Xian, Feng Ling" or something,

She also knew that her name was very rustic and unacceptable.

It is a cheap name in the mouths of others.

Because of this, she was a little scared after blurting out her name.

Will he, will he dislike her name too ugly and refuse to keep her as a minion?

"It's good. But to her surprise, he laughed, and laughed very gently, very beautifully, and this laughter was even better than the song of the larks that kept calling every day at the door of her house.

"It's a promising name. The person who gave you this name must have hoped that you, like weeds, would have a tenacious vitality. No matter what kind of things happen, they were able to survive well. ”

She was a little happy to hear him say that.

But at the same time, there was also some astringency in her eyes.

She lowered her head a little sullenly, feeling a little aggrieved.

Her father, who gave her this name, only hoped to sell her for a good price so that her little brother could marry a daughter-in-law.

However, her father must not have thought of it.

He gave her that name, but it was against his original intention.

His precious pimple, the son who was used to inherit the family died, but his lowly daughter survived.

Although Dongfang Cheng noticed her expression, he didn't say anything more.

He just smiled so softly, and very directly, he got to the point: "I'll change your name." It's a good name, but it's not very suitable. ”

Speaking of this, Dongfang Cheng paused slightly, looking at her gently, as if asking for her opinion.

She quickly sensed his burning gaze and looked up at him.

And after touching his gaze, her face turned even redder, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito: "Yes, listen to the master." ”

The expression on Dongfang Cheng's face was not surprised at all, he had already guessed that this girl would definitely not refuse him.

"Just call, well, just call, Yin Luo. ”

"Yin Luo?" she smiled happily, "I like it very much, it's a nice name." ”

Dongfang Cheng's face became serious: "Next, I will explain to you in detail the task that will be given to you this time." You're going to have to listen up. ”

"Yes. ”

Weed, no! should be called Yin Luo now.

Yin Luo's expression also became serious.

The memories gradually became blurred, as if the eyes were full of tears, and everything in the present was faintly visible.

The hour is getting late.

Mrs. Fan, who was cold and beautiful, looked at the sky outside the window and frowned slightly.

It's time for her to get to work.

At this time, in a Qinglou box called "Hua Langying" in Hangzhou, there was a pair of outstanding men in the world talking.

One of the men had a beautiful face and a gentle temperament all over his body.

It seems that he should be an extremely gentle, kind man.

The other person's face was a little evil.

He was born with a pair of red phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, and ruddy thin lips, but he looked a little affectionate.

At this time, he spoke: "Fan Xin, let me tell you, you can't pet a woman." This pet, she will be on the nose and face. Look at you, look at you, you have to hold a woman who doesn't love you, look at it every day, and don't touch it. Tell me about you, what are you doing with her?"

When Fan Xin heard this, he smiled bitterly and was silent.

He silently picked up the glass in his hand and drank it down.

There were a few drops of wine, along the placket of his dark blue clothes, into his fair collarbone, with a bit of sensuality and suffocation.

"You're only going to drink?"

Seeing that Fan Xin ignored him, the man laughed angrily.

"Luo Jiu," Fan Xin said calmly, "Don't you feel tired when you change your face every day?

But Luo Jiu was a little disdainful: "It's better than you hanging on a woman." If you refuse to give up on her, I won't stop you. Save it, you still think I'm nosy and ruin your couple's relationship. ”

After that, Luo Jiu casually summoned the plump and delicate-looking maid who was waiting on the side, and took her into his arms.

The two kept laughing at each other, with a bit of the ambiguous love atmosphere unique to men and women.

Fan Xin on the side, seeing this scene, just smiled and shook his head with some helplessness.

He held the flask beside him and poured himself a drink, which seemed to be a special pleasure.

How could Luo Jiu understand his heart?

Fan Xin shook his head and smiled faintly.

The moment he first saw her, the end was already doomed.

Luo Jiu has always been a game flower, living a kind of day when he is drunk and drunk, he doesn't know how to love, and he can't love.

And he is different.

At that time, he was just fifteen years old, and he had been learning art from his master in the mountains.

His master was an old man who was proficient in medicine and poison, and was also very good at collecting medicines.

Since he was a child, he has been learning these things from his master.

And in that year, when he had just turned fifteen years old, he was in the mountains, caught a hare for himself, roasted half of it, and made half a rabbit soup, and Yin Luo came.

Fan Xin's fate has been bumpy since he was a child, encountering war and death, and his parents died.

He was picked up from the pile of dead by the Master, taken to the mountains by the Master, and raised with the wild game and vegetables in the mountains.

He has never been out of the mountains, nor has he ever seen the prosperity of the world.

Although he has the love of the master, the master is the master after all, and no matter how much he loves him, he always has a stern face towards him.

Whenever he had pain and grievances, there was always no one to talk about.

I can only swallow these pains in my heart and swallow them in my stomach.

He had always been alone.

Because of this, when Yin Luo, who was only thirteen years old at the time, was brought to him by the master and introduced to him that this was his little junior sister, his mood was joyful.

From now on, there will be someone to accompany him. He thought so.

In fact, at that time, he didn't have the slightest love for Yin Luo.

He has lived in this deep mountain and old forest since he was a child, and there is only one person around him, and the master is old.

Where would you talk to him about that?

Because of this, he has always been ignorant of the feelings that will arise between men and women.

At that time, he simply thought that his little sister was very beautiful, very cute, and looked very smart, nothing more.

And Yin Luo stepped forward, a little shy, but he also took his hand very gently, and called softly: "Senior brother." ”

He didn't have the concept of a big difference between men and women in his mind, but at that moment, his face turned red.

I don't know why, he was a little shy.

He subconsciously wanted to escape, to break free from the hands of the new junior sister in front of him.

But he was timid again, he was reluctant, reluctant to let go of her hand.

Such warm, soft hands.

It's so comfortable, he thought.

But he didn't expect that back then, from the moment she held his hand, he didn't break free at that time, and he would never be able to break free.

He fell in love with her.

In so many days and nights, in so many times of hard study, in so many joys and sorrows, he fell in love with her,

I fell in love with this smart and clever beautiful sister.

Since then, I have never regretted it.