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It's so painful that I can't continue to fight, but I still have a reason to win, I don't want to give up, if I die here like this, what should I do, I haven't seen Childe wake up, and I'm not sure if Childe can really wake up, the answer is still in Qingyue, so I must not die here, and I have to take Qingyue back.

So, I can only continue like this, and I must not fall.

But this kind of self is really embarrassing, how long has it been since I was like this? Zhu Xiu thought about it seriously, but his mind was in chaos.

It seems to have been at that time, ah, the time that changed the fate of his life.

Jiayu four years, winter.

Jincheng is covered in silver inside and outside, every household is closed, and the street is deserted.

Outside the city, snow was falling, and a carriage drove slowly in the biting cold wind.

In the uninhabited suburbs of Liao, the sound of rutted walking is very loud, and two clear marks are pressed on the road. The coachman didn't speak, his expression was grim, and he frowned and didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly, only the neighing of the horse was heard, and the coachman woke up, regretting his fugue, what if something happened to the little boy?

So, he didn't go to check what was going on, but first lifted the curtain and leaned in, asking, "Is Childe okay?" Can you disturb the childe? ”

In the carriage sat a child of about six or seven years old, with black hair tied behind his head with a headband, his face was slightly sickly flushed, his eyes were cold, and he did not look like a young child at all.

Because the driver lifted the curtain, it brought a little cold wind, he seemed to be afraid of the cold, straightened out the quilt that slipped down a little and said, "It's okay, go and see what's going on." ”

After that, he closed his eyes and recuperated.

The driver agreed, gently lowered the curtain and jumped out of the car.

This time, the horse he brought with him was very spiritual, so he was distracted just now, because he really trusted the horse.

I guess it's really what happened.

Thinking so, he came to the front of the carriage and froze on the spot.

I saw a child of six or seven years old lying next to the horse's hoof, covered in blood and in tattered clothes.

How could such a wounded child lie in the suburbs for no reason?

About half a moment or so he stepped forward, crouched down, and picked up the child. In any case, we must save people first.

As if malnourished, the child was as thin as wood and without a trace of weight, he sighed inwardly. Most of the wounds on the child's body have been scabbed, leaving traces of blood that have not been washed, and there are also wounds that have not been scabbed, oozing bright red blood beads, looking very cautious. The exposed skin was blue and purple, and I don't know how long I was unconscious in the snow.

Three steps and two steps to the front of the carriage, he respectfully said, "Childe, I found an injured child, is it ......?"

He didn't finish his words, but the people in the carriage already understood what he meant. Only one or two light coughs were heard, the curtain of the carriage door was opened, and a pair of cold eyes quietly looked at the bloodstained child in the driver's arms.

The child in the coachman's arms suddenly frowned, and quietly struggled to open his eyes, and his eyes just met the pair of cold eyes. It was as cold as the shrine of the Buddha overlooking the gods of all beings, and he was stunned and didn't know what to do.

This was the first meeting between Zhu Xiu and Wang Qingyi, at that time he was still Yin Qianfan, living a desperate life, and refused to give up the so-called family glory. Guarding stubbornness, he may not know that Wang Qingyi, who has already seen everything, will send him to hell for this reason in the future.

In the end, Yin Qianfan was defeated, crooked his neck and fainted again, before fainting, he also thought that the child in front of him who was the same age as himself seemed to be very different from himself.

"Carry him in, and let's set off to the Zhuangzi that my grandfather gave me." After saying that, he turned around and sat in the carriage, waiting for the driver to carry the person in.

The coachman answered, and after sending Yin Qianfan into the carriage, he drove the carriage towards Zhuangzi.

The smell of blood wafted in the carriage, and Wang Qingyi's face did not change, and he still looked light. Seeing that Yin Qianfan's wound was constantly bubbling with blood beads, he tightened his robe, turned around and took the medicine and scattered it to Yin Qianfan carefully and carefully, and then gently wrapped it around him with a white cloth.

After treating the wound, he pulled the quilt over and covered it tightly for Yin Qianfan, and put the soup woman he was holding before into Yin Qianfan's quilt.

After doing all this, he gasped slightly, looking at Yin Qianfan in a daze.

Why did he save him? Knowing that he might cause trouble for himself, he still asked Uncle Xun to carry him into his carriage. Maybe it's because he's too boring, you can see the end of life at a glance, and the corners of his mouth hooked a mocking smile.

Wouldn't it be so boring to have such a person by your side? He's looking forward to his future life. He remembered Yin Qianfan's eyes, clean and stubborn, if he had to give him a name, it would be called Zhu Xiu.

Cultivating bamboo's tenacity.

Let him stay by his side in the future, and don't give him slave status, he doesn't have many years to live, and he will return his free body after he dies, Wang Qingyi lowered his eyes and thought, Yin Qianfan should have a lot of other things to do, so that he will not do nothing after getting a free body.

However, he is really envious of Yin Qianfan, sometimes he thinks how good it would be if he wasn't Wang Qingyi, and how good it would be if he didn't suffer from this. However, there is no choice in life, and he doesn't know what kind of gloomy and desperate life Yin Qianfan he envies.

The carriage moved forward steadily, the cold wind outside the carriage was blowing, Wang Qingyi leaned on his robe and leaned in the carriage, covering his eyes and contemplating.

Many years later, he still remembers this picture, and he can still remember the clean and stubborn eyes at the beginning, and he still remembers Yin Qianfan's embarrassed appearance.

Wang Qingyi always remembered that the stubborn child was called Yin Qianfan, and Zhu Xiu was just in a hurry. It is the person who has hurried in his life, the person who has to pick up Yin Qianfan sooner or later to shoulder the responsibility, and the person he envies and feels sorry for.

Later, he knew that it was the one who had to leave him.

At that time, he had no choice but to be sad and incredulous, so he chose to escape, not wanting to confront Zhu Xiu face to face the reason, because he already knew the reason when they met many years ago.

He can also debunk 'Zhu Xiu, but he doesn't want to, the physical, mental and physical pain that has been tortured for many years, he has become numb, and he has no hope to watch himself step by step towards destruction, no matter how much he longs for himself to live a healthy life, those are meaningless, so, after suffering for so many years, it is better to die once and see.

No matter what expectations his grandfather gave him, he was too tired to care about anything.

So that's it, let's mess around like this.