"Qinghe, what is your favorite color?"

"I don't have a favorite color, alas. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"Is there any such thing as a nasty thing?"

"Nasty...... I hate red. ”

"Why, what a festive color, why do you hate it."

"Red, it only reminds me of death...... and parting. ”

Ten years in the beginning, autumn!

The weather was just right that day, Qinghe was standing in front of the sheepfold in shabby linen clothes, and saw that there was a gap in the fence of Uncle Yang's sheepfold at some point, she stood in front of the fence and counted the sheep, Uncle Yang's family had ten sheep, but now there are only seven left.

Qinghe immediately ran to Uncle Yang's house and knocked on the door, because she remembered that Uncle Yang said that when the Chinese New Year came, he would slaughter a sheep and give her a leg of mutton, but if three sheep ran away at once, would Uncle Yang not slaughter the sheep when he was sad, then she would not be able to eat meat.

Thinking of this, Qinghe's footsteps accelerated more and more.

"Uncle Yang." Qinghe shouted at the top of his throat, and no one responded for a long time.

She gently pushed the door and walked in, it was filled with a strong smell of blood, Qinghe frowned slightly, and walked inside, but muttered in her heart.

According to the past, Uncle Yang must have gotten up early, why did he get up so late today, even if the uncle was not there, the aunt should cook at home.

The thatched hut is not big, except for the kitchen of the hall house, there is only a bedroom left, Qinghe thought about it for a long time and slowly pushed them away, the smell of blood here was even stronger, Qinghe couldn't help frowning.

"Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang, haven't you gotten up yet?" She asked softly as she walked over to the bed.

But no one responded, she looked around and found that her clothes were scattered on the floor, and her shoes were messy on the side of the bed, and there were even traces of being stepped on.

Qinghe squatted on the side of the bed and looked at the bulging quilt, and finally Qinghe decided to lift the quilt to see, it was okay if the quilt was not lifted, as soon as he lifted Qinghe's heart almost stopped, I saw Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang lying on the bed wearing only obscene clothes, their bloody faces were hideous, as if they had seen something terrible.

It took a while for Qinghe to react and run out of the room screaming.

Her first thought was to go to the village chief.

Uncle Yang wants to herd sheep, so she lives on the outskirts of the village, and the village chief lives in the middle of the village, so she has to run a lot before she can get to the village chief's house.

"Village chief, village chief......" Qinghe shouted all the way to the village chief's house.

The village chief is an old grandfather, with white hair and white beard, smiling all day long, and when he sees Qinghe, he will look at Qinghe with his wrinkled face and say with a smile: "Nuo is you a wild girl again, why do you want to eat something today?"

Today, as always, the village chief came out of the house when he heard her voice, and Qinghe saw that the village chief who suddenly appeared did not stop, and bumped into his arms, and the old and the young were both knocked and sat on the ground.

The village chief was knocked to the ground and sat on the ground and snorted, Qinghe hurriedly got up from the ground and helped the village chief up.

"You wild girl, what's going on today?" The village chief said helplessly.

"Village chief, Uncle Yang and aunt are dead, they look so terrible." Qinghe's appearance didn't look so sad, as if he was discussing today's weather with others, very casual.

"What nonsense." The village chief picked up the crutches and knocked on Qinghe's head, a lesson that was not angry.

Qinghe rubbed his head, a little aggrieved: "Village chief grandfather, I didn't lie, you can go and see, the uncle and aunt are dead, and now they are still lying on the bed, covered in blood." ”

The village chief knew that although Qinghe had a strange temperament, he was still an honest child, at least she had never deceived him, the village elder.

Whether this thing is true or not, he still has to go and see.

The village chief took two young men to lead Qinghe to Uncle Yang's house to have a look.

As soon as he pushed the door, there was an unpleasant smell of blood, and Qinghe saw that the village chief frowned and said, "Grandpa the village chief, I didn't lie to you." ”

"Yang Laosan's family usually treats people well, who did they offend to be so poisoned!" The two young men next to him whispered.

"Alright." The village chief sighed helplessly, no one wants this kind of thing to happen, but the facts are here, and they have to find a way to solve it: "Ansheng, you go to the county to tell Master Li, you can't let the Yang family give their lives in vain, there must be an explanation." ”

"Yes, village chief."

As soon as Ansheng was about to leave, Qinghe immediately grabbed him and said, "Village chief and grandfather, I will also follow." ”

"What are you going to do with a little kid?" The village chief disagreed.

Ansheng looked at Qing He's appearance and smiled: "Village Chief, how can you say that Qing He is also the first witness, it is always no problem to follow me to see Master Li." ”

"Yes, yes, yes." Qinghe hurriedly nodded.

The village chief had nothing to say, he also knew that Qinghe, the child, must want to go outside to see in the village all day long, but he was too small to go out alone, this time he finally had the opportunity to go out to see and see, and sure enough, he was still a child, and she only wanted to go out to play.

"Go early and come back early, Qinghe, come back to my house for lunch, your uncle is gone, come back and pack up the things in your house and move them to me."

"Okay, village chief, I must come back early, with Brother Ansheng." Qinghe was so happy that he almost forgot that the uncle and aunt behind him who had taken care of him for so many years were still lying on the bed with their bones still cold.

After Qinghe left, the village chief and the young man next to him said something.

"Qinghe's good kid, but I always feel that something is missing." The young man whispered.

"If there is less humanity, no matter which child it is, she will be sad for a long time when she sees her uncle and aunt who have raised her for so many years die in a pool of blood, and she doesn't care at all."

"Maybe I'm too young to understand this."

"She was sent to this village when she was four years old, and she was still seriously ill, and Yang Laosan had no children in the family to raise, and this raising was almost ten years, even if it was a beast, it would have feelings, not to mention human ......" The village chief looked at the bloody husband and wife on the bed, and shook his head pitifully.

After arriving at the yamen, Qinghe pulled Ansheng's sleeve and said: "Brother Ansheng, you go first, I'll walk around this street, I'll come here to find you after I finish, if you come out and I haven't come back, you just wait for me at this door." After saying that, he turned around and ran, but Ansheng didn't have time to call her, so he had to enter the yamen alone.

Qinghe had never seen such a bustling street, there were so many delicious things here, all of which she had never seen before.

She touched her clothes, took out six copper coins, looked at the brightly colored sugar gourd, licked her lips and asked, "Uncle, how can this sugar gourd be sold!" ”

"Three pennies a piece."

Qinghe held the six coins in his hand tightly, this is the pocket money that Uncle Yang gave her after selling wool a few days ago, she has saved it for a long time and is not willing to spend it, but this sugar gourd is so good-looking, it must be delicious, the village chief must have never eaten it in the village all year round, so he wants to buy a bunch for himself to eat, and he wants to give the village chief a new taste, but he is willing to give the money in his hand.

"Then if I buy two, can I only be charged five cents?"

The uncle who sold sugar gourds smiled and said, "Little girl, I have a small business, but I can't miss a penny." ”

"But I want to eat."

"Then you can buy one and try it."

"But the village chief's grandfather also wants to eat."

The uncle smiled and didn't speak.

"Mother, I want to eat sugar gourd." A child's childish voice came from the side.

Qinghe saw a woman looking at the child in her arms tenderly, and said softly, "Okay, how many do you want to eat?" ”

"I only need one, and I want one for my father and mother."

"Then buy three."

Qing He stood under the sugar gourd like this, watching the child happily hold the three sugar gourds, and the laughter pierced her chest like a sharp sword.

Why does everyone have parents, but she doesn't, is it really like Aunt Yang said, she is a bad child, so her parents don't want her anymore, so they will throw her in their house.

The more Qinghe thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, turned around and walked to the steps, covering his face and wiping away tears.

"You...... What is your name? Overhead, the voice of a strange man sounded.

Qinghe was taken aback, and looked up at the man standing with tears in his eyes.

It was the first time she had seen this man who had been with her in her future life, and she only felt that this man had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but ignoring that familiarity, the feeling she felt was cold from the inside out, especially the sword in his hand, as if it could put her to death in the next second, and that sense of danger for no reason spread throughout her body.

She shuddered, looked at his body and involuntarily took a step back, but there were steps behind her, she leaned back, sat on the ground, and Qinghe hurriedly ran away from him.

I didn't buy the sugar gourd, and I forgot to cry.

When she ran to the yamen, Ansheng happened to come out of the yamen with a headcatcher.

"Brother Kishi, let's go quickly." Qinghe was afraid that the strange man would follow, different from the leisurely when he came, and pulled Ansheng all the way to go fast.

Ansheng felt strange and didn't ask much, who made Qinghe's child so strange all the time.

After Qinghe was brought back to the village, he didn't stay at Yang Laosan's house anymore, but ran to the sheepfold to play with the lamb.

When she came back to her senses, she found that it was a little dark, and then she remembered that she hadn't eaten a day's meal today, and she was not the kind of person who was hungry without eating a meal when she was used to being hungry on weekdays, so she went home and packed some simple clothes and went to the village chief's house.

When she was packing up her clothes, she saw a wooden box in the corner of the box, the box looked very good, the pattern on it was a bit like the phoenix painted in the book of Murakami Xiucai, she opened it carefully, there was a red rope inside, and the rope was tied with half a piece of jade, and there was an incomprehensible text engraved on it, which seemed to be the same as the piece of jade she was carrying around her neck.

Qing He picked up two pieces of jade and put them together, and immediately formed a whole piece of jade, Qing He stuffed the wooden box in the bag like a treasure, and jumped back to the village.

However, why is the village so quiet, and why does the village smell like the smell of Uncle Yang's house?

Bloody and pungent, she was a little sick.

She quickly pushed open the door of the village chief's house, only to see the village chief lying on the ground with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth: "Grandpa the village chief." Qinghe hurriedly walked over and helped the village chief up.

"Good boy." The village chief's face turned pale, and he seemed to have been waiting for Qinghe: "You are finally here." ”

"Grandpa the village chief, what's wrong? How did you bleed? It seems that Qinghe is really scared this time.

"The village chief's grandfather may be leaving, Qinghe listens to his grandfather's words, goes to your parents, and returns to their side to live a good life."

Qinghe lost her previous chic, she knew that the village chief's grandfather was really good to her, so she was reluctant to let everyone leave, but she was reluctant to let the village chief go: "Village chief grandpa, who are my parents?" Why did you leave me, grandpa, they have all abandoned me, will they accept me again? My aunt said I was a bad boy, that's why they didn't want me, so I've always been obedient, grandpa, don't you still think I'm a bad boy and don't want me? ”

"Silly boy, grandpa always knew that you were a good boy, went to your parents, and the person who sent you here told me that your parents are rich people, and your father is the most powerful person in the world, and he uses the most powerful sword in the world."

"And who is my father?"

"Grandpa doesn't know, you have to look for it carefully, let him bless you......" The village chief's voice became weaker and weaker, and Qing He could barely hear what he said by lying on his lips.

"Grandpa—"