"Xiaoyou, you're here, you still take this bucket of water at such a young age, Mary really doesn't know how to feel sorry for children." Uncle McCann's words were a little reproachful, and there was a faint concern in his eyes when he looked at her. "This is ten dinks, you take it and give it to Mary."

"Okay."

Ying smiled sweetly.

"You drink saliva and go back, it's really hard for you to be so young."

An Yiran watched as he obediently took a sip of water from a cup at Uncle McCann's house, drank it with a grunt, and then took the pitiful ten dinks and bounced back home.

This was the most innocent time she had ever lived, and it was also the time when she was most powerless.

This stage occupies a very special place in her heart, she has no strength, she lives a very poor life, but she is very happy.

In this stage, her name is Ying You, and this is her purest time before the explosion of magic power, this is the purest period of time before the imperial sacrifice discovers that the calamity star is flickering, the crape myrtle is declining, and the world is in calamity.

She watched as the well-behaved little girl handed the ten dinks to her adoptive mother, who smiled with satisfaction and touched her head.

How did her adoptive father and adoptive mother die?

An Yiran slowly meeting, the dust sealed in the memory, the most reluctant to think about it, but also the most profound memory.

It was when her adoptive father was returning home from work, and was jointly beaten by the workers on the mine, and his adoptive father broke a leg, and he limped home, but he didn't expect that at this time, a group of people on the road rode flamingo to arrive.

The officer in the lead brandished his whip and whipped those who stood in his way.

"Untouchables, get out of the way."

Flamingo did not slow down because there was someone in front of him, and his adoptive father, noticing the movement behind him, looked back, and when he did, he was limping and walking slowly towards the side of the road.

But by this time the flamingo had already arrived in front of him, and the sergeant had whipped him with a leather whip, and a long wound was spilling blood, wetting his white sweat-soaked clothes.

The flamingo trampled on him mercilessly, one, ten, hundred, and not a single non-commissioned officer stopped the flamingo in his footsteps.

She was standing at the edge of the street, full of citizens who had been walking in the middle of the road and then running wildly to the side of the road.

She heard a man in front of her say, "O iniquity, good one, just gone." ”

Her face turned pale, and she rushed forward to find that the person was her adoptive father.

The adoptive father, the incompetent and somewhat honest man, lay on the ground breathless.

When the adoptive mother learned the news, she was so sad that she was about to collapse.

She vowed not to lose her mother again, but this spicy woman did not want her husband to die in such an unknown way, so she took the team of non-commissioned officers to court.

"Can the nobles act recklessly and trample on the lives of our commoners?"

She heard the woman yelling so hard at the other non-commissioned officer, she was beside her adoptive mother, who had lost her father at such a young age, and it was so pitiful that everyone including the judge gave her such a sympathetic look.

How sad!

Just that sympathetic look doesn't change anything.

She watched as the non-commissioned officer slapped hard into her mother's face, and she was so angry that she wanted to rush out, she wanted to kill the non-commissioned officer.

Her mother held her tightly, and there was a hint of pleading in her eyes, and Uncle McCann next to her grabbed her and pulled her back.

The young and presumptuous woman finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The non-commissioned officer maliciously mocked: "What are you, the people in our army are in such a hurry because of the royal family's urgent secret order, and we have the right to bring him to justice if anyone who stands in our way." ”

When the adoptive mother heard this, her anger rose to a new level, she was a woman, she couldn't raise this child on her own, she took the knife in her hand, and tried hard to hurt the non-commissioned officer who spoke falsely.

The non-commissioned officer didn't expect this woman to come so openly, as soon as it was not bad, his ears were cut off alive by this woman. The bright red piece of flesh fell to the ground and jumped upwards with a slight elasticity.

She stared blankly at the courtroom at her mother's blatant assault.

She had already thought about the fate of this woman, but she still couldn't believe it.

At that moment, she felt that something very important was missing.

So, the next moment, she saw with her own eyes that the angry non-commissioned officer was in full view of everyone, holding the saber equipped at his waist and cutting off the head of the kind woman, the hot head suddenly rolled down from her neck, her eyeballs bulged out, her eyes were wide open, as if she could not bare at death, her eyes were already blank, and her hair was dirty and messy on the ground.

Rolling at the feet of the man in front of her, she saw the woman trembling with extreme fear, and the flesh on her face seemed to turn white, and she saw the woman whom she had called Aunt Bella kick her mother on the head lightly.

An Yiran was like a soul, looking at the qiē that happened in this court, and then seeing the woman's head.

She saw the sadness on the young Lori's face.

Her soul seemed to have a pair of invisible feet, deeply rooted in the soil.

Then the little girl with two braids came home alone, and at first all the neighbors sympathized with her.

"Xiaoyou, come to our house for dinner today."

"Xiaoyou, take this catty of rice to you, you can cook it yourself and eat it." So says the owner of the barbecue restaurant across the street from their house......

At first, such kindness was innumerable, and later, I got used to the existence of this orphan.

The adults gradually let go of their worries about her at first, but no one had to owe anything to anyone.

The neighborhood children began to laugh at her, and kept making trouble in her house, as if they recognized that no one in this town would call the shots for this poor little girl.

A child's ignorance and innocence are sometimes the most cruel.

A boy dragged the little girl into a corner and stomped on her head.

A girl rides on Ying You's body, playing with her hair, and they douse a whole bucket of cold water on her in the middle of winter.

Her clothes froze and stiffened almost in the next second, her skin came into contact with the frozen and stiff fabric, and finally Uncle McCann, who had lived near her home, took her in and took Ying You into the house, giving her the warmest fire in the coldest winter.

An Yiran watched herself walk back step by step, and couldn't help but feel a burst of bitterness in her heart, her previous life was really bleak.

The little girl, who was melted by a pile of fire, walked into Uncle McCann's room step by step, and the girl with two braids had tears in her eyes.

"Thank you, Uncle McCann."

(To be continued.) )