A wave of heat spreads all over my limbs, and I am warm when I iron it.

And he didn't die, it's really a good person who doesn't live long and will leave a thousand years of scourge, I smiled bitterly and slowly opened my eyes.

In front of me was the mottled branches of the pear tree, the snow-white small flower buds, the sun falling through the cracks in the branches, and I raised my hand to cover my forehead, covering the wet liquid in the corners of my eyes.

The young man is no longer there, and although he almost killed me, but for the sake of his loss of a lot of internal strength for me, he wrote off the amount he had done to me, and the two did not owe each other.

"Look," my father strode into the yard with an excited face, walked up to me, and his big thick hand fell on the top of my hair and rubbed it gently, "Look, who I brought here!" ”

He flashed, and a young man in black walked in from the doorway.

Black, fluffy, I remembered the huge Samoyed that I raised with my brother when I was a child.

"He is Master Qingxuan's apprentice Bodhisattva, with high skills, and from today onwards, he will stay by your side to protect you." The father happily patted the silent Bodhisattva on the shoulder, the force was so strong that I couldn't help but tremble, but the young man didn't move, "Bodhisattva, that's my daughter Ling Shang, she will be handed over to you in the future." ”

"Yes, lord."

The boy's expression was unwavering, his slightly dark face was calm like a statue, and his dark eyes fell on me, without surprise or contempt, as if everything was nothing but a stone in his eyes, and nothing more than that, but I felt a gentle aura in him.

"Bodhisattva is an orphan, Master Qingxuan found Bodhisattva Ming from the wolf's den back then, don't bully him!"

My father smiled again and gently rubbed the top of my hair, his tone dripping with water.

I continued to roll my eyes in my heart, am I an idiot or not, an idiot, only others are bullying me.

"Okay, Bodhisattva, I'll hand over my daughter to you, you have to take good care of her!"

His father tapped him on the shoulder again, and then turned and strode out of the yard.

For a moment, no one spoke.

The boy stood silently in front of me, his head bowed, not knowing what he was thinking, the long black hair loosely tied behind him with a worn-out strip of cloth, but it was clear that the skill of the person who tied his hair needed to be improved, and a few strands of black hair came out of the headband messily, making him look a little down.

Thinking of my Samoyed, who would rather starve to death on the side of the road than follow the new owner we had found for it, my heart softened, and I stretched out my hand to the boy in front of me.

The Bodhisattva's eyes lowered and fell on my small white palm, and for a moment he panicked, and then he raised his head, his eyes staring at me in a daze, and he did not move.

I reached out my finger and tapped the hair behind him, and he hesitantly raised his hand to wipe it back, and when he touched the few strands of hair, his slightly dark face was stained with a few shades of red.

In ancient times, girls would always tie two big bags on their heads, I raised my right hand and touched the big bag on the right, and with a light force, a water-blue ribbon was pulled down. I took his left hand down, which was hanging at my side, pulled him in front of me, and motioned for him to turn around, but he hesitated, turned and fell to one knee, half-crouched in front of me.

I reached out to untie the tattered strip of cloth that bound his hair, and carefully combed his silky black hair with my fingers.

It's so smooth, so slippery, like the huge Samoyed in my memory, when my parents haven't left, every time my brother bathes Samoyed, I will always comb Samoyed's long black hair with my hand little by little, and my brother will always look at us with a gentle face, and his eyes are full of happiness.

A tear fell down and fell on Bodhisattva's neck, his body trembled violently, but he didn't get up after all, I continued to comb his black hair, I hurriedly touched the tears on his face, and tied his black hair loosely into a bundle with a blue headband.

After the hair was tied, the Bodhisattva quickly got up, and just wanted to jump onto the pear tree with a vertical leap, but his body stopped suddenly, and he knelt on one knee again, and gently stroked my neck with his right hand, with some annoyance in his eyes.

I suddenly remembered the fingerprints left on my neck by the young man in white, which my father had not noticed, and it must have been almost dissipated, but he found it.

I watched quietly as he shook his head slightly, his right hand falling on his hand caressing my neck, and he was stunned, took two steps back in a panic, and jumped onto the pear blossom tree.

I looked helplessly at the branches of the pear tree, and the boy was hidden among the buds like a gecko, his face was still slightly red, but his eyes were as sharp as a dormant tiger.