Having given birth to me in the garden, fate has been in the hands of others from the beginning, and I have never tried to escape, nor have I not thought about going over to see what it is like outside, but I don't know where I can go if I leave here, the world is too big and too strange to me.

I've never even been out of our small town, let alone in the outside world.

After Aunt Jean left, I lay down in bed and began to think seriously about the future for the first time.

There was a lot of confusion in my head.

My face is not good-looking, my skin is not white, I am a little yellow, and my cheeks are a little freckles. The eyes are not big, they don't look cute, they look scheming, their chin is not round, they don't look like they're blessed, and they even look a little mean.

The body is flat, oh, it may also be that the age is young and has not yet developed, and I don't know if the body is good when I grow up.

The legs are not long, nor too straight, and they all say that my mother is a beauty that is one in a million, which is stunning, and somehow I have not inherited her beauty at all.

Because the hands are always working, they are not as white and tender as those girls. The hair was dark and thick, and it was the only thing I could handle.

Thinking that I want to be a girl in the future, with my conditions, the future is really worrying.

Do you want to run away?

But how am I going to live after I run away?

Where are you going to run away?

I ran away, will Grandma find someone to chase me back?

Will you hit me when you chase me back?

Will you go hungry if you succeed in escaping? I didn't want to go hungry, it was so uncomfortable, I washed my grandmother's precious dress, she locked me in the firewood room in the backyard for three days without eating, and then I was released when I thought I was going to starve to death.

I don't want to go hungry for the rest of my life.

Hungry, these two words lingered in my head, and I thought of the girl who was brought back.

Thinking that I would be forced to be a girl with her in the future, I suddenly wanted to go and see her.

Hearing that there didn't seem to be Aunt Qin's voice outside, I quickly got up from the bed, put on my clothes and shoes and ran down.

As soon as I ran to the top of the stairs, I stepped back and walked to the attic window.

The girl in the garden in front is still picking up guests, Aunt Qin should be downstairs now to prepare for supper, she has been reluctant to let me stay up late, she said that I am still growing up and will always let me go to the attic to sleep early, the girl in the garden sometimes jokes that Aunt Qin raised me as a young lady, the strange thing is that Grandma didn't say anything, maybe she also watched me grow up, after all, there is still a little feeling.

Climbing out of the attic window, I crept down the spine of the roof to the edge of the roof, next to a flourishing peach tree, which I often climbed to look at the stars in the summer. Aunt Qin was afraid that I would fall and fall, so she would always stop me loudly below, she was such a gentle person, and her voice was soft even when she trained me.

I climbed down the trunk of the tree and hid behind the tree, and it wasn't long before Aunt Jean went to the front yard with a supper. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I slipped into the kitchen, today's supper is wine-stuffed dumplings, which smells very sweet, but the soup and water are not easy to bring. I was afraid that Aunt Qin would come back, and I didn't care about blowing it tightly and stuffed one with a spoon in my mouth, and I was so hot that I was angry. But delicious!

Turning his head, he went to the steamer again, took two buns, kicked them into his arms, and ran to the firewood room.

The buns were also just out of the pot, very hot, I ran while using my hands to separate the buns from time to time, the buns in my arms and the small balls in my mouth were so hot that I sweated.

Li's mother is raised and has thugs.

Ah Bao and Ah Lai are the heads of grandma's thugs, who usually do chores for the garden, look at the field, and educate newcomers.

Bao is very good-looking, and his smile is also very gentle, once I broke Ma Ma's favorite vase and was locked in the firewood room, and Bao secretly stuffed me with buns.

When I was about to get to the firewood room, I let myself slow down and quietly went around to the side of the firewood room, I thought that if it was Ah Bao who was guarding the firewood room, I would secretly throw the buns in and leave, if someone else was guarding, I would eat the buns myself

The firewood room was quiet, there was no sound, I turned to the front of the firewood room, there was no one at the door, and there was no crying sound in the firewood room, which was really strange.

There was a sparrow in the tree, which suddenly flew up, startling me, so I became more and more nervous, and listened to the locked door of the firewood room, and then knocked on the door, but there was still no sound from inside.

I took a clip from my hair, and quietly opened the lock, and the ability to open the lock was taught to me by the little girl in the garden, she used to be a young lady from an official family, and then she fell in love with a thief, and let the young lady not do elope with the thief, and the thief stole around with her, and finally disliked the little mistake too squeamish, so he abandoned her.

After Xiao Mu was left behind, he was very stubborn and refused to go home, wanting to get back the lost face, so he practiced the thief's stunt hard, and wanted to steal the thief's beloved things, which was also regarded as avenging himself, but he didn't expect that the revenge had not been avenged, and one day on the street, he saw that his father in Kyoto was exiled because of his participation in a big case, and dozens of members of the family were implicated.

Later, Xiao Miao came to this garden after several ups and downs. She still refused to believe that her cautious father would commit the great sin of exile, but Kyoto couldn't go back for the time being, so she lived in this garden.

Others thought she had accepted her fate, but I knew that she was waiting for the opportunity, her eyes were different from those girls who accepted her fate, and there was stubbornness and unwillingness in her eyes.

The door lock clicked open, and I craned my neck to pull the door open a small crack and whispered, "Are you there?" Steamed buns are not eaten. ”

I'm so unlucky, really.

I was prepared to be found before I came to deliver the buns, and I was ready to be beaten, but I wasn't ready to be beaten.

I thought in my heart, I found out that it was worth being beaten, and the girl who could make her mother waste so much effort must have an unlimited future, and it must be right to have a good relationship in advance and please her. The storyteller on the street often says, "The grace of a drop of water is reciprocated by a spring." "What's more, my bun is hot and hot.

I just finished asking, "Do you want to eat the buns?" ”

The door was pulled open, and I was startled! It's true!! I was so scared that I jumped, not only did I jump, but I also fell on my ass. But the person in front of me was good, and he laughed when he saw me fall to the ground.

I sat on the ground in shock, still holding the bun in my hand, looking at the girl in front of me who couldn't stop laughing, a little angry, but after a few more looks, it turned out to be a little familiar?

"It's you !!!"

"Little Beggar???"

When Po took me out smuggling, he saved a little beggar who was chased and beaten. But she was dressed in tatters and her face was dirty. I didn't expect to be such a rare beauty after washing up.

She's so good-looking.

I haven't read a book, but I've heard a lot of books, and the storyteller always says: "Bright and bright, looking forward to shining." Such words to describe the smart and good-looking women in those books. I don't think those words are too much for her, maybe not enough.

Standing up, I wanted to pat the soil on my body, but I was reluctant to hold the bun in my hand.