Before she died, the woman took one last look at the little girl beside her, and the little girl looked up at the woman hanging from the beam, and did not shed a low tear. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"These are mine, don't rob me." A little girl of about six or seven years old sat alone in the corner of the street, guarding her shabby rice bowl. The alley was filled with ragged flowers and rotting leaves. The little girl held the bowl in her hand and showed no fear, but said tremblingly to the older beggar who was about to take the copper coin from her bowl.

The older beggar Hao snatched the little girl's rice bowl with his hand without scruples, and the little girl looked at each other directly, and suddenly a nausea welled up in her stomach, and then vomited around and herself, she had not eaten for a day and a night, and it was still a cold winter. The little girl curled up and fell into the dirt she had just vomited, her hair messy with the dirt she had just vomited out of her stomach, and she felt the urge to cry, but she endured it.

"It's going to be okay, it's going to be okay." The little girl muttered with a pale face and curled up.

A passer-by kindly put on a cloak for the little girl, and the little girl endured the churning in her stomach and smiled gently at the passer-by, muttering in a low voice: "In the future, I will repay you." ”

The little girl was covered with a little boy of her age, and the little boy was accompanied by a little scholar and an adult like an entourage, and after the attendant looked at the little girl again, he sighed and said: "It's also a poor girl, son, let's go, it's important to hurry." ”

The boy stopped for a moment, then motioned for his attendant to hide some silver in the little girl's shirt, and then turned away.

"It's going to be okay, it's going to be okay." She continued to mutter, rolling over and continuing to curl up. When her eyes inadvertently swept over the cloak on her body, she found that the cloak was embroidered with a delicate calligraphy, and the four characters of the New Poetry Academy were embroidered next to the calligraphy, as well as all kinds of delicate embroidery, so she guessed that he was probably the son of a certain dignitary or a child of a merchant family, and his surname was Shu, of course she did not want him to be a child of a merchant family.

Suddenly, the cloak on her body was broken free by an external force, and someone was tugging at her clothes, and when she looked up, she saw that it was the beggar who had just snatched her job and copper coins.

"It's going to be okay, it's going to be okay." She dragged her cloak to death, and the beggar who grabbed the things refused to let go even if the person brought the clothes out of a distance of more than a meter, the air was full of the pungent smell of disgusting dirt, and the beggar stopped dragging and threw her aside, and sneered coldly: "It's you, the evil star, who killed your relatives, and you still have the face to live in this world." ”

The little girl hid in her cloak in fright and shivered, and the silver that the little boy's attendant had just given herself in her shirt fell out of her clothes, and she shivered carefully and quickly stuffed it back into her pocket and hid it. Wearing a cloak, she felt a little cold and warm on her body, and a voice kept telling herself in her heart: "It's going to be okay, it's going to be okay, live well." ”

The little girl who calmed down, tried to resist the urge to vomit, took out the silver she had just stuffed into her arms and just held it in her hand, curled up in a small cloak and staggered along, one leg dragged along the ground behind, two hands in front of the support to move forward, the friction between the ground and the body from time to time made her faintly painful. In the midst of panic and anticipation, she finally found what she wanted, a pool of clean water, which was actually dirty water from washing vegetables in someone else's backyard.

The little girl held the silver tightly with one hand, and washed her face with the water on the ground with one hand, and finally climbed to the corner of the wall with satisfaction for a long time, and then put the cloak neatly on her body, brushed her hair with water, and stood up with some difficulty holding the silver, and walked in the direction of the downtown area.

The mansion in front of him was affixed with a big seal, and the big plaque was shattered in front of the door, and the vague Meng characters on it could still be seen clearly. The Meng family ceased to exist overnight, the little girl stood in front of the door for a long time, there was no trace of tears in her eyes, she was by her side when her mother hanged herself, all the people in the house were gone, and she was the only one left when the yamen sent people to seal the house to move things, she hugged everything in the house and told the people in the yamen: "These are my family, don't rob my family." ”

In the end, she was thrown out of the door by the people in the yamen, and was thrown as a beggar by the guards patrolling the street in the alley where the beggars gathered. The quiet mansion is now even more invisible, and yesterday she was still sitting in her study reading poetry books. Today, she is alone and only one person left, people on the street are saying that she killed the Meng family, when she was born, there was a catastrophe in the Meng family, her father's business convoy lost all his life in the desert, only her father survived, and her mother had a difficult birth. Yesterday was her birthday, the court ordered Ling Chi to execute his father for unknown reasons, his mother hanged herself, and the court announced that the people's forced labor would be increased.

Since then, people who know her have called her an ominous person, and they wish she was dead immediately. The little girl stood in front of the dilapidated Mengfu and knelt down and kowtowed three times, holding the silver in one hand and the four words of the New Poetry Academy on the chest of the clothes in the other, vowing to live well, find out the truth, and get back everything that belongs to herself, proving that she is not an ominous body as the world says.

"Doctor, I'm Nianwei, do you remember me? You once came to my house to see me. Meng Nianwei stood at the door of a time-honored pharmacy and said to an old man who was packing up medicinal materials.

The old man raised his head and looked at it for a long time, pulled Meng Nianwei closer to the room in the backyard, and said, "Nianwei, you are still alive." ”

Meng Nianwei endured the stomach pain and said with a smile: "Of course I'm still alive, I'm a little unwell, I want to see you for me." ”

The old man pinched Meng Nianwei's wrist and diagnosed the pulse and said: "It's not a big problem, it's just a little cold, I'll prescribe you some medicine to warm your stomach and disappear, but Nianwei, I'm afraid you can't live here, and the people in the town are afraid that they won't let you stay here." ”

"Grandpa, don't worry, I'll leave after seeing a doctor, I'm going somewhere else and may not come back for a long time." Meng Nian raised his voice slightly and said strongly.

"Are you going to go out of town alone? Then you have to be careful, the people outside are not necessarily good people, but at least they shouldn't say that you are an ominous person, and you have to take care of yourself alone. Little girl, have you figured out where you're going? ”

"Grandpa, have you heard of the New Book Academy?" Meng Nian asked with a slight blink, tugging at the old man's clothes.

"New Academy? It's not a place for ordinary people. The old man stroked his beard, looked into the distance, and said meaningfully.