Finally settled down, Yan Qingshuang sat on the green grass like water, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a long-lost smile. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There were a few lazy white clouds floating in the clear blue sky, the air was dry and pure, and the sheep in the distance were leisurely grazing on the grass, and the shepherds wore white skirts made of thick sheepskin, accompanied by the shepherd's song in their mouths, waving their whips briskly and rhythmically. The transparent sunlight is no longer monotonous gold but shining with colorful light, the sunlight is sprinkled in the stream in the middle of the grassland, as if the meteor in the sky has fallen back into the Milky Way, reflecting the original white and shallow stream, as if draped in a magnificent scarf, and suddenly becomes brilliant.

Although Yan Qingshuang only lived for a short period of six years, she tasted all the hardships in the world, her life was miserable, she was an orphan girl with no father and no mother, she was in a difficult situation, she followed her nurse to avoid the enemy everywhere, she was adrift, and moving became a habit of life. From the land of the Central Plains to the grassland outside the Saiwai, she climbed over the mountains and mountains, fearful, cautious, sold vegetables, stole noodles, asked for food, starved and full, slept in the open, did not possess her clothes, did not eat hungry, in short, she achieved Mencius's "strain its muscles and bones, starve its body and skin, and empty its body". It's just that she really doesn't know what kind of responsibility she has to bear to test her like this, maybe she will be grateful to God when she knows.

God still has mercy on her and gives her a nurse who depends on her life, and the nurse treats her as if she were her own and upholds everything.

Yan Qingshuang has never seen her parents, since she was born, she hid in the arms of the nurse XC in her heart The nurse is her own mother, she wants to put the love of the mother she has never met into the nurse, but the nurse loves her more than love, because since she can remember, the first thing she heard the nurse say to her was "Miss", a seemingly respectful title cut off her fantasy of longing to have a mother, and the nurse always treated her with a posture of looking up to her master, Even if life falls into despair. She can't snuggle up to her mother like a girl of the same age, she can only be polite and respectful in the face of a nursing mother, and since then she has found that her ordeal has added another one: loneliness. It may be that the merciful God is always smiling and cruel.

She has been on the grassland for two months with her nurse, who works on a large pasture, feeds the cows and sheep, and occasionally helps out. In the peak period of cow and sheep milk production, you can also bring some goat milk back, with the help of kind herdsmen, the two built a wooden house by a stream as a place for the two to live, although it is still simple and scary, but finally have a home.

She is in a rare mood today, sitting on the grassland basking in the sun, coming here for the first time before she feels that the picturesque scenery here has a kind of bold and rough beauty compared with the Central Plains, the vast green grassland is like a holy place filled with the breath of freedom, giving her the wings of rebirth.

After a while, a tall, plump middle-aged woman in a sheepskin skirt with a white cloth on her head trotted over, her earthy yellow face covered with panic after the wind and frost of the steppe, and she recognized her as the wife of a herdsman who worked with her nurse. She pointed fingers at her, she didn't know their local language very well, but she could easily understand what she meant: something happened to the nurse. Countless terrible thoughts flashed through her mind.

This pasture is the property of a local nobleman, is the largest private pasture in this grassland, occupies the most fertile grassland on the grassland, the pasture is surrounded by a one-person high fence made of fine wood, which is divided into two parts, the large part is used to graze cattle and sheep, the grass is thickly covered with a layer, and the small part is crowded with two neat rows of sheep and cowsheds, which looks neat and clean. When Yan Qingshuang came here to help for the first time, she sighed with emotion: "This beast is more delicate than a human. ”

Now she ran incoherently to the woman who had come to report the cause and effect, and the woman gasped and spoke intermittently. She was half listening and half guessing, probably because the nurse was taken by the head of the ranch guard, and if she wanted to insult her, she refused, and fought back, and the man beat her with a whip like crazy.

In fact, she did this too much, Yan Qingshuang is just a six-year-old girl, and she can't change anything if she goes, it's just one more object to be beaten.

She didn't think about it so much, but Yan Qingshuang thought about it a lot, and the scattered thoughts in her mind converged into a long river, which flowed through the poor years she had with her nursing mother, and at the end of the river was an inevitable determination: life and death depend on each other, and never give up. Before she knew it, the nursing mother had become half of her life.

The gate of the ranch is surrounded by a large number of herders who work in the pasture, and they are now being forced to witness a tragedy: a fierce and rude man with a full beard is beating a weak woman with the leather whip that the herdsmen use to drive sheep.

The thinly wrapped woman had long since been torn and bleeding, and she had been moaning and dying from the beginning of her struggle. Most of the onlookers on the side had unbearable expressions on their faces. The pool of hideous blood not only did not awaken the deep compassion of the man's humanity, but inspired him even more bloody ***, he thought that he was the most majestic man on the grassland, and the women on the grassland should cast admiring eyes on her, he looked at a woman is the greatest gift to this woman, and the woman in front of him who was being whipped by him not only did not sobble but returned him a loud slap, which really tarnished his noble self-esteem as a man, and he had to teach her harshly, Let her know that men's authority is not to be challenged and violated.

The whip was whipped harder and harder, and the woman twitched a few times and saw that it was not going to work. The surrounding herdsmen were all silent in the face of this situation, they were not emotionless stake fowls, nor were they numb and cold walking corpses, but cowardice and fear made them deter in front of their conscience, and their silence became the greatest accomplice of crime.

When Yan Qingshuang arrived, she was burned by the anger of the scene in front of her, and she thought that she had come to a paradise, but she didn't expect to be back in hell on earth. The woman who had returned with her had been so frightened that she had hid behind her husband.

She only felt as if the blood in her body was boiling hot and churning in the fire, and she rushed into the furnace of hell like a burning flame. She rushed into the crowd and knelt down on the nurse's broken body, her young body covering the nurse's naked body as much as possible under the whip, and the man who was having a good time only felt that a small body had replaced the woman he had beaten under the whip.

The man scolded a few words to tell her to get out of the way, she was unmoved, she just gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, and pressed her head heavily against the bloody cheeks of the nurse, she was determined to use her weak strength to hold up the last hope for the nurse.

The man was enraged again, and his anger rushed to the peak of the man's sanity with ferocity: Okay, since you are not afraid of death, then I will fulfill you. The thunderbolt fell on her again.

The breath of death was getting closer and closer, and Yan Qingshuang was relieved instead, because the heavy shackles imposed on her by fate would be declared null and void at the moment of her death. She closed her eyes slowly, and just as she waited for death with the most solemn ceremony, a small pebble carried death lightly over her head.

A stone flew through the man's wrist, and the whip fell out of his hand with a scream. He scolded and was about to bend down to pick up the leather whip that had fallen to the ground, when another stone leaped, this time hitting his cheek, and his cheek suddenly became red and swollen. He was furious and ran in one direction.

Yan Qingshuang opened his eyes blankly and looked in the direction where the man was going, only to see a black-clothed man wearing a black leather jacket, a black leather hat, and black leather boots standing there straight, like a vigorous pine tree, upright and unyielding, the wide leather hat on his head obliquely covered half of his cheeks, and he couldn't see his face clearly, his short and thin figure was in stark contrast to the man's tall and burly figure, and everyone watching the battle couldn't help pinching a cold sweat for him.

The man ran over and clenched his fists with both hands, and swung it heavily at the man in black, the man in black sneered, attacked with both hands at the same time, held his two fists respectively, and folded them back, and the man suddenly screamed in pain.

The man in black let go of his hands, the man did not give up, he still stepped forward, the man in black bent his right arm forward, and his elbow hit the man's chest again, and the force of the two blows was added to the man at the same time, and the man was knocked to the sky and fell down, spitting blood, stroking his chest and wailing.

Xu Shi noticed the gaze that had been following him, he smiled slightly at Yan Qingshuang's eyes, and said in fluent Chinese: "Good boy, you are so brave." Then you looked around coldly: "A group of adults are not as good as a five or six-year-old girl." After speaking, he walked in front of her and squatted down, put a small blue and white porcelain vase in her hand, and touched her head lovingly, Yan Qingshuang, who had not been crying, finally couldn't help crying bitterly in his tenderness.

Before she could ask the name of the man in black, the basket on his back floated away, he was a mysterious and magical man.

Afterwards she asked all the shepherds present, but none of them knew him or had never seen him. He was like a shooting star in the night streaked across her life. When she wanted to join hands and ask him for a wish, Yan Qingshuang sent the nurse back to the tent they had set up with the help of the shepherds, and the nurse only had one breath left, fortunately, the medicine in the porcelain bottle given by the man in black turned out to be a good medicine for external injuries, and it was a long time before she learned that this medicine was actually a secret formula from the barracks.

So the responsibility of taking care of the nursing mother fell on her. During the day, she went to the ranch to help, and at night she went home to change the nurse's dressing, cook and do laundry. The days were very hard and busy, and the busyness made her forget to think and complain. Life is wasted and withered in eating, sleeping, and working, probably because there is no time, and once she has leisure, her thoughts spread like the lush grass.

In the past, she rarely thought crankily, because she thought that she already knew the predetermined course of her life's development, and the days always passed day by day. But now, she began to doubt, she began to dream, she began to fantasize, maybe she could one day turn her deformed life around. Whenever she thought of this, a black figure flew in front of her eyes, and she had a hunch that this person might be the key to turning her life back on the right path, in fact, sometimes her intuition was difficult to explain.

It's been another busy day. When Yan Qingshuang got home, she really just wanted to fall asleep. Come to think of it, thoughts sometimes don't govern behavior, especially when behavior has become inertia, and the first thing she does when she comes home is to wash and cook is her behavioral inertia.

The tent was not warm, the wind was leaking everywhere, the wind was pressed by the gaps like needles, and the wind seemed to be holding candles and dancing the eerie ghost dance, and the atmosphere seemed a little scary.

Yan Qingshuang, who was nervously numb, didn't care about these provocations, and still calmly boiled the vegetarian porridge. The even, gentle cry of the nursing mother came from the wooden rice bed, adding a ray of warmth to the cold night.

She sat cross-legged in front of the steaming pan with her back to the lamp, her arms on her legs, her head propped up with one hand, her head tilted, and she watched the heat in the pot churn weakly, and her eyelids became longer and heavier. She squinted at the white mist, the light shone on the white mist, and gradually the dusk was shrouded in a layer of black shadows, and the alarm bell in her mind suddenly sounded: someone had broken into her house.

Her mind suddenly cleared up, she turned and jumped up, and the shadow of a tall and mighty person flooded her head. That fierce look and lewd expression are simply disgusting.

She felt like she had drunk water and eaten rotten food, her stomach was churning, and it was the man again, but she suddenly felt a little crying and laughing, God always seemed to like to gloat at her jokes.

She pulled herself together and asked him aloud what he was going to do in the vernacular she was not yet proficient in. The man didn't look at her, his eyes fixed like a hungry wolf on the nurse who sat on the bed with her hair disheveled. At this time, she was sitting on the bed, pulling the blanket, shivering.

Yan Qingshuang propped up her whole body in front of the nurse, and her eyes were waiting for him deadly, without fear. Her eyes flashed coldly, like a young wolf who had just been born, full of the wildness and nobility of the king of the steppe.

The two wolves confronted each other like this, and no one had any intention of giving in, and the man was a little hairy by her cold eyes, but he looked at her thin and thin body and quickly realized that even if she was, it was only a young wolf with no teeth and no sharp claws, which was not worth mentioning in the eyes of him, a vicious wolf who had been rampaging on the grassland for more than ten years.

He slapped her casually, knocked her aside, and rushed forward to hug the nurse and wanted to be rude.

The nurse screamed, and the man clamped her hands tightly with his thick arms like steel, and the tearing sound of the clothes accompanied by the man's **** smile ruthlessly smashed into Yan Qingshuang's eardrums.

Yan Qingshuang took a deep breath, she had no way to retreat from the angry and hateful beating, she rushed up and hugged the man's waist, and bit his arm fiercely.

The blood flowed down the gap between her teeth, and the man screamed and slapped again, but her teeth were like locusts piercing into the flesh, and once they touched the flesh, they grew together with it.

In a hurry, the man grabbed her by the hair and threw it on the bedboard, and the nurse knelt down and kowtowed and begged him to let them go. She only felt a sharp pain, her head was wrapped in hot blood, and under the severe pain, she gradually lost her strength and collapsed on the bed. The man threw her on the ground, turned around and went to pick up the nurse again, and the nurse gave up the struggle in despair.

Blood flowed down her forehead into Yan Qingshuang's eyes, and her eyes were blood-red. The pungent smell of blood stimulated the hidden bestiality in her nature, and her eyes darkened, and she pulled out an iron rod for making a fire that was placed diagonally at the corner of the tent, and silently smashed it into the back of the man's head.

Brains were splattered, blood was flying, and she couldn't see anything miserable. She just did the same motion over and over again, once, twice, three, four, until she couldn't count herself, until she passed out and fell unconscious.

Yan Qingshuang's world turned into a darkness, she was in it and confused to pursue the hope of life, but this was just her instinct, her mind was puzzled and asked, since life is so painful, why do you have to insist on rushing to the abyss of doomed tragedy, but just at the critical moment when she was wrestling with death, the call of the world came from her ears. The nurse cried hoarsely, crying and howling: "Miss, you can't have an accident, otherwise your mother will die in vain, you can't be so unfilial, how can you have the face to see her when you die." ”

The words "your mother" are like a pair of small silver needles that pierce her heart with precision. Her heart sank, her whole body trembled, and she rushed out of the hopeless darkness and saw the light again.

When the nurse saw her wake up, her sorrow turned into joy in an instant, half crying and half smiling.

It was the first time she had seen such a strange face, and she couldn't help but smile.

After laughing, she was silent for a moment, then stared at the nurse's eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Tell me everything about my mother." ”

The nurse's eyes flashed with hesitation and worry, she deliberately drifted her eyes to the side, avoiding Yan Qingshuang's burning gaze, and said slowly: "Miss, I can't say anything else, but you must remember one thing, no matter how depressed and lowly our life is, you can't forget that you have noble blood in your body, although we live in the grassland, far away from the Central Plains, but you still have to remember that you are Han, one day you must return to the Central Plains, where is your home, When the time comes, you will find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, settle down, get married, and have children. You can't stay here, you have to go back. ”

The nurse spoke earnestly, she listened eagerly, they were like a pair of lost geese, lost lambs, and their homeland and hometown became their only guides. If you want to go home, you have to live, Yan Qingshuang finally smoothed out her messy life logic.

After quietly burying the man, in order to avoid trouble, they are about to start moving again, and a new journey is on the road with new hopes.