Gu Hai lived near the widow's house, like fireworks, and after a moment of glazing, it returned to the darkness day after day.

They already have the mountain of the village chief to rely on, and who needs the claws of wild dogs.

In his life, the only light left is the immortals waiting for the sword to come from outside the blue sky.

On this day, he was looking up again, and suddenly there was a noise, like the buzzing of flies, slowly moving towards this side.

Fan Dafu's son, Fan Zixuan, is a young man about twelve years old with clear eyebrows.

He was surrounded by a group of uncles and aunts, including Fan Dafu, who listened impatiently to their chatter.

Fan Zili didn't want to listen for a moment, he didn't want to stay by their side for a moment, he was in a hurry, he covered his ears.

But the people around him still invaded his mind word by word as if they were reciting scriptures.

He finally erupted like a volcano, and shouted impatiently: "Don't say any more, I want to marry, I will only marry Fanghua, and no one else will be able to!"

At this time, an old woman in her sixties, with an expression on her face as if her home was on fire, patted her thighs, gritted her teeth, and said with hatred: "You kid, such a good opportunity, why don't you understand?"

A middle-aged uncle in his forties also chased after him, and the envy on the hermit's own face said in a hurry: "Child, this is the biggest opportunity in your life, grasp it, our family is prosperous and rich, and enjoy it inexhaustibly! If you miss it, you will continue to stay in this small broken village and be poor for the rest of your life!"

The rest of the people couldn't hold back the anxiety in their hearts, and the similar words in their mouths were like surging rivers, wave after wave, surging towards Fan Dafu.

Gu Hai finally understood this sound like a fly, Fan Zixuan relied on his delicate face, and was favored by a rich daughter in a small town outside the village, and wanted to recruit him as a son-in-law.

When the whole family heard such news, they wept like an immortal.

They all bowed to the heavens and burned a few sticks of incense in the ancestral hall.

But Fan Zixuan already had a girl from the same village in his heart, Fanghua, and decisively refused.

Therefore, Fan Dafu found seven aunts and eight aunts, and persuaded each other with good words, Fan Zixuan was frizzy in his heart, and escaped from home.

After Gu Hai understood, even when he saw Fan Dafu, he didn't run away in fright, but listened to the excitement.

Fan Zixuan stomped on the ground with his right foot, his face was full of blood, and shouted angrily: "It's endless, it's endless? First, I don't like it, how will I live in the future? Second, even if I agree, I'm still whispering in someone's house, and I can't raise my head!"

Fan Dafu seemed to have great wisdom in his belly, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Child, what do you like or dislike?

The group of relatives nodded behind them, and as if reciting a mantra, they said in unison: "Child, you are wrong", "Child, you are wrong", "Child, you are wrong......

These sentences, sentence by sentence, hit Fan Zixuan's brain, he, he covered his ears, only felt his head hanging dizzy, he shouted angrily in the whirlwind of the sky: "Shut up, shut up, put away your crooked reasoning, I won't agree!"

Fan Dafu, who has always been irritable, finally reached the extreme of patience, and he roared angrily: "Without your disagreement! Relatives, even if you tie up the flowers, you have to tie him back! Even if his clothes are torn to shreds, the groom's clothes must also be put on for him!"

If these words were beating like a war drum, everyone's blood was surging, and they all flocked to it, really tying up Fan Zixuan and carrying him home.

At this time, the family was obviously a generation older than Fan Dafu, but he said respectfully to Fan Dafu: "After this child gets married, don't forget us!"

"And me!"

"And me! What I just said is so hard that my mouth is dry!"

"Then I'll tie it harder!"

Fan Dafu was surrounded by people, as if he had a great fortune in his life, with a smug expression on his face, his body was straighter than Qingzhu, a violent person, and his tone was soft: "I won't forget, I won't forget!"

In this way, a group of people moved happily to their homes in laughter.

Gu Hai saw this scene, although he hated Fan Dafu, he felt pity for Fan Zixuan.

He suddenly thought of Ye Xing'er again, and couldn't help sighing: "Are these people married like this now?"

The moon hung again in the sky, and the occasional bark or two of dogs made the night even more silent.

But somewhere, there is an unknown sadness, an unknown liveliness.

The next day, Gu Hai was as hungry as ever. He went out and continued to search for anything better than grass roots and tree bark.

"Yo, you're going to grab things from wild dogs again?" the humorous ridicule of the villagers rang out again at this moment.

They seem to have an infinite spirit when they say this. This kind of spirit, even if a gluttonous giant beast came out, it was also beaten down by them with two or three punches, and he fell to the ground.

Although Gu Hai was accustomed to it, he still felt harsh.

It's like knowing the smell of feces, but no matter how many times, I still can't stand its skyrocketing smell.

He bowed his head and hurried by.

Then, in the fresh grass, rotten fruit caught his eyes.

Although the fruit is rotten, it is still a delicacy in the world to be stripped away.

He walked and ran, excited. He was about to bend down to pick it up, but Ye Xing'er's voice stopped all his movements.

Gu Hai couldn't suppress the beating of his heart, and he looked nervously, but saw that she was arguing with Hua Qianqiu about something.

Ye Xing'er turned her back to the ancient sea, and her angry voice rose like a violent wind, rising among the trees: "Hua Qianqiu, you are still unclear with Liu Rumei!"

Hua Qianqiu looked proud, and made a voice of indifference: "What's the matter? A man has three wives and four concubines, and besides, you are already my person, will you still marry me?"

This sound flew into Gu Hai's ears with the cool breeze, Gu Hai's body seemed to have fallen into the deep sea, as if his heart was frozen by thousands of years of ice and snow, his brain kept buzzing, his hands and feet were stiff, and he couldn't move.

The grass, the flowers, and the trees all turned black and white.

Suddenly, the people of this village, if they were frightened, scattered in all directions, and shouted helplessly: "Kill, run, kill!"

This sound woke Gu Hai up. He looked into the distance, and the bright red clothes recolored his eyes again.

He saw that Fan Zili was dressed in a groom's clothes, but his hair was scattered.

Fan Zixuan's eyes are fierce, and he sees people cutting people, and dogs cutting dogs. A frightened chicken flew in front of him, and with a single swing, blood spilled on his face, on the ground, and in the dirt.

He swung the knife with saliva in his mouth as he chanted, "I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong......"

When Gu Hai saw him like that, he understood that he had been driven crazy overnight.

When the villagers saw his self-determined appearance, even if some people were holding hoes, even if some people were holding long sticks, even if some people were usually domineering, they all scattered and fled.

The crazy Fan Zixuan continued to swing his knife and slash, and soon came to the place where Ye Xing'er and Hua Qian, who were arguing.

Hua Qianqiu looked back, and he almost peed his pants when he had always been angry. He was like a rabbit, leaving Ye Xing'er behind, and running away.

And Ye Xing'er saw the cold light of the blade, if her heart hung in her throat, her whole body was already weak.

She tried to escape, but her hands and feet seemed to be tied with ropes, and she couldn't move a single step.

Fan Zixuan saw that someone didn't move, showing a crazy smile, so he yelled: "I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong......"

Ran towards Ye Xing'er.

Ye Xing'er fell to the ground in this fright, unable to move.

Her face was bloodless with shock, and she thought to herself, "Are you going to die here?"

"Fanghua is here!" Gu Hai cried wittily, and then grabbed a thick branch in his hand, trembling and holding it in his hand.

Although Fan Zixuan has gone mad, he is extremely sensitive to this name. He looked around vigilantly, but he didn't see any flowers.

He gritted his teeth and walked slowly towards Gu Hai with his knife.

Ye Xing'er heard Gu Hai's voice, and her eyes looked at that place in shock.

I haven't seen that thin boy for a long time.

At this glance, she seemed to be back in the wind and snow of that year. She was still the pure and helpless girl, and he was still the thin and brave boy.

He was out of breath again, and without hesitation, stood in front of him!

With tears in her eyes, she felt ashamed in her heart, and shouted tremblingly: "Xiaohai, be careful!"

Gu Hai swallowed nervously, and when he saw that the knife light was getting closer and closer to him, his legs trembled uncontrollably.

He kept backing and back, and he shouted to the people around him with a trembling voice: "He is alone, that is, a child two years older than me, if we go together, we can catch him, and everyone will be safe!"

But behind him, the sturdy peasants with sharp hoes and shovels all looked frightened and continued to flee forward.

They didn't even look back, and despite their strong bodies and sharp handles, they were scared away by a teenager.

They didn't look back, and though they were usually full of spirit and domineering, now the ten-year-old boy was holding a thick branch that could be cut off at the first moment, standing in front of everyone.

Seeing that everyone didn't react, Gu Hai held the thick branch tighter, and all his attention was on the knife.

His hands and feet trembled, but he cheered himself up in his heart: "Gu Hai, Gu Hai, you are a person who wants to become an immortal, how normal is this kind of scene! Gu Hai, Gu Hai, if you can't even be a madman, you will not be able to escape the fate of being ridiculed in the future!"

As soon as these words were thought in his heart, he seemed to have courage and strength.

In Gu Hai's mind, a method of fighting inexplicably emerged!

It must be the memories of a past life, springing up!

The crazy Fan Zizhi, raised the knife in his hand high, and the cold light slashed towards the ancient sea.

Gu Hai obeyed the memory in his mind, turned to the side of his body, dodged the blow, and then quickly swung the wooden stick in his hand to knock the knife in Fan Zixuan's hand down.

The knife spun and plunged into the dirt.

Gu Hai made another horizontal stick and directly hit Fan Zixuan and knocked him to the ground.

When the people around saw this scene, their whole body seemed to have strength, and all of them turned into a brave hero, tying Fan Zixuan with all kinds of flowers.

At this time, everyone in Fan Dafu's family came over, with painful expressions on their faces.

Someone wailed, "Why is this happening?

Someone pointed at the sky and scolded: "God, why don't you have eyes like this?

Someone even held a stick, pointed at outsiders, and said hatefully: "Someone must be jealous of my good fortune and secretly cast witchcraft, if I find him, I will not be able to spare him!"

Only Fan Dafu looked at his son blankly, and read in his mouth: "It's all our fault, it's all our fault, son, you're right, son, you're right, you're sober, let's get out of the marriage, let's marry Fanghua......"

"Hey, eldest nephew, we're here to help, if you blame yourself, you blame yourself, and you can't blame us!"

"Yes, yes. ”

When they say a word, they are the same as yesterday. But when they said, "It's not on our heads", and it was like two people yesterday when they were courteously inviting merit.

Fan Dafu was heartbroken, so he naturally didn't have the energy to quarrel with them.

He only looked at his son, but Fan Zixuan was still like that, his eyes were red, and his mouth kept repeating: "I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong......"

The hero in this incident, Gu Hai, although he saved the day, his right arm was also scratched to a trace, and blood fell to the ground one by one.

But the people had forgotten his existence, and all of them had on their faces the spirit of the opposite of that when they fled, and they watched the joy turn into sadness.

The fear in Ye Xing'er's heart had subsided like a tide, she hurriedly ran over, looking at Gu Hai's wound, she directly tore her sleeve, wrapped Gu Hai's wound tightly, and stopped the bleeding for him.

"You're such a fool!" Ye Xing'er burst into tears, and her vocal cords were crying, like the sound of fluctuating water.

I don't know if they are tears after fright, or tears of emotion.

After speaking, he helped Gu Hai to walk in the direction of the doctor's house.

Gu Hai only looked at her beautiful face like a flower, which was a face that had not been seen for a long time.

Even though she is no longer pure, she can still make his heart as fierce as a drum.

"Apricot, you...... Can you leave Hua Qianqiu?"

Gu Hai stared at her, afraid that she would also become like Fan Zixuan, and continued: "He left you alone, he is not worthy of your life!"

Ye Xing'er lowered her head, smiled helplessly, and whispered, "Everything, it's too late." I know all about his badness and your goodness. I know all about your thoughts. ”

As she spoke, she covered her knife-like heart, frowned and said bitterly: "Xiaohai, although you are only ten years old, you are the best man for me in this life except for my father." ”

Her fluctuating eyes stared at Gu Hai affectionately, and said bitterly: "But my mother told me that even if you work hard, even if you can get one acre of land a year, it will take a hundred years, and then you can have a hundred acres." And Hua Qianqiu, there is it now, and I will marry him. ”

Even though Gu Hai's arm was injured, he still clenched his fists, and blood kept gushing out, and even the bandaged cloth couldn't stop: "But even then, if he treats you badly, you won't be happy!"

"But people's hearts are all flesh. I believe that one day he will take his heart, and one day, he will be at my side. I'll wait, I'll wait slowly. ”

Ye Xing'er Yu grabbed the corner of her clothes with her hand, bit her red lip fiercely, and said.

These words made Gu Hai's heart churn with bitterness and turn him into a mute.

Ye Xing'er smiled helplessly, in the breeze, under the green tree, her two eyes became a crescent moon, there were desolate tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, and her voice trembled: "Xiaohai, even if you are kind, brave, and hardworking...... But now this world is ......"

"Poverty is all sin. ”

After Ye Xing'er finished speaking, she turned her face and red lips to Gu Hai's mouth gently, gently.

Gu Hai's eyes widened, her closed eyes, ruddy face, that kind of beauty was even clearer in front of her.

She kissed him deeply, deeply, on the lips.

Thank you, Xiaohai!