Nami was stunned and loaded into the cage where the livestock was transported like cargo, the wheels rolling, not knowing where to go. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the middle of the night, a warm air flow hit Nami's neck, Nami smiled softly, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a naked old man.

The old man's hands were like poisonous snakes in the mountains, and his cold hands caressed her little arms, neck, breasts, and legs.

She was covered with goosebumps, faintly scared in her heart, and asked in a trembling voice, "Grandpa, who are you?" Where's my daddy? ”

Lao Suo smiled kindly and stroked her body: "Good child, close your eyes, and you can see Daddy when you wake up." ”

"Why wake up, I don't want to sleep here, I'm going home, I'm going home!"

A child's leg kick doesn't hurt, but it makes people angry.

Lao Su slapped her on the cheek, Nami had never been beaten, she forgot to cry at all, and only stared at him.

Yu Ning's body shook slightly, is this a person?

Why, not even beasts?

She picked up the soul of the millet grain, touched her eyes, and whispered, "Good, sleep." ”

Millet grains rested their heads on Yu Ning's shoulders, and tears flowed from the corners of their eyes.

"If you make any more trouble, I'll throw you on the mountain to feed the tigers!"

Lao Su suddenly found something more interesting, and pinched her little arm, Nami was in pain, but she didn't dare to cry, and looked at her arm with a flat mouth, which was already blue.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the palms "snapping" against the flesh and the suppressed cries of children echoed in the luxurious room.

With a tearing pain, Nami couldn't help it, and finally cried.

Early the next morning, Nami was put in a cage by the woman and her party again.

Day by day, night by night, she didn't know how long it had been, she found that the cage was getting smaller and smaller, she found that her health was getting worse and worse, coughing made her unable to sleep all day, and her skin had patches of red rashes.

I don't know why, since this painful and itchy rash, everyone is afraid of her, but it's good to be able to sleep by herself, and it's good not to have to sleep with those people.

Seven-year-old Nami was thrown into the mortal world of the Void Realm, the weeds on the side of the road were high, she was wearing only a shabby tank top and shorts, and her pigtails had not been washed in days.

She could smell the stench that was gradually emitting from her body, was it because she was locked up with chickens and ducks, so she was getting stinky?

She could feel the yellow viscous liquid coming out of her body, which was uncomfortable, but she couldn't help it.

Nami walked on the dirt road for a long time, day and night, night turned into day, and when she met someone on the way, she would follow her father's example and bend her waist to beg for food.

People hated her, they even beat her and felt dirty, and sometimes they could ask for a little bit of food.

Later, she couldn't walk anymore.

So, like the weeds on the side of the road that were taller than themselves, they lay on the ground. However, even on the ground, she still crawled forward on her hands and feet, looking for her way home.

Where she walked, she left two blood marks of different shades.

Daddy, mother, where are you?

That night, Nami lay in the wilderness, listening to the sound of the little river and hearing the croaking of frogs and insects. She had a long dream that bad people were tearing open her body, and it hurt.

Someone whipped her and laughed happily, but Nami didn't understand why hitting someone made people so happy.

Someone kicked her, didn't let her get dressed, and crawled on the ground with a dog's chain.

She didn't dare to cry, she would be thrown to the mountains to feed the tigers, but she really couldn't help it, she saw the golden light, and heard someone singing in her ear: a duckling, swimming across a single-plank bridge. Little Nami, drive the duck across the bridge. Little Nami, sleep obediently. Daddy and mother hold you, and sleep obediently.

Daddy, mother, where are you?

Why, Nami was left alone in the market?

Why, don't tell Nami, it's unreasonable for someone to talk to her?

Why, why?

On a quiet summer night, with a foul smell coming from the grass, Nami came to the underworld in an illusory song. She forgot all the memories of her unhappiness and lived forever in the market where she was separated from her father.

In my memory, my mother always quarreled with my father, but in the end, they would reconcile again.

In my memory, the best thing to eat is sweet rice cakes.

In my memory, there is still that children's rhyme.

"Boss, where is my father?" Millet grains' eyes glowed red, and the corners of her mouth emitted a gloomy smile.

Lu Li frowned slightly, this kid remembered it, and remembered that the evil boy and ghost were the most difficult.

You Ning looked at Lu Li: "What should I do?" ”

"I'll figure it out, you stabilize her first, don't let her become a ghost completely."

You Ning's eyebrows and eyes were anxious, and he heard the ghost laughter of millet grains "wedges" in his ears.

She had an idea, learning the appearance of the child's father in her memory, wrapping her hands around her, gently swinging her upper body, and gently patting her back with her palms.

Millet grains were stunned for a moment, and the red light in their eyes flashed.

Youning lowered his eyes and looked at her, singing softly: A little duckling, swimming across a single-plank bridge. Little Nami, drive the duck across the bridge. Little Nami, sleep obediently...

Sure enough, the red light in Nami's eyes faded, and her big bright eyes blinked and showed a sweet smile.

The child's request, how simple.

Lu Li frowned and stepped forward, by the small river, Nami's bones were rotten, and they were covered with flies and white maggots. He waved his hand, and the flames that soared into the sky burst into flames in an instant.

Lu Li turned around, dressed in white, picked up the burned ashes and came to the river, kneading the ashes into the mud.

But after a moment of effort, Lu Li's hands turned into a cute clay doll.

Nam no Amitabha night. Dotagada night. Dodi night him. Amili Tu Bhavi. Amididox. Sidhamvavi. Ami sighed. Vigalandhi. Ami Babble...

Lu Li recited the mantra over and over again, the scriptures condensed into golden words, and flew to the side of the millet grains together, and You Ning could feel that the child was gradually becoming lighter, and it seemed that he was about to fly.

She gently let go of her hand, and the soul of the millet grain was wrapped in the golden scriptures, suspended in the air, and finally turned into a golden light and entered the body of the clay doll.

A golden mark appeared on the center of the clay doll's eyebrows, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a lifelike, Yuxue cute doll.

Lu Li picked up the doll and said softly: "Child, if I take you to the temple, there will be a bride or father who likes you to take you home to love you, are you willing?" ”

The mud doll blinked and smiled at the corners of her mouth.

"You have to be wholehearted for good, you can't be naughty, help your bride and father do good deeds and accumulate virtues, and when the merits are full, you can leave the mud fetus, or go to reincarnation, or go to heaven to be a fairy child."

The mud doll blinked and said softly, "Thank you." ”

The child's voice was soft, floating in the night sky, no less weight than a feather.

If, her parents love her like a boy.

If you can tell her more, warn her not to go with strangers.

If, don't let your child out of your sight.

There are no ifs in the world, and most people who want to say what ifs have regrets.

You Ning and Lu Li came to a temple and entrusted the clay doll to the abbot of the temple, who placed it under the Buddha's throne and burned incense every day to let her absorb the incense and listen to the chanting, and since then she has a second name "Kuman Thong".

Someone will love her again, maybe, will.