On June 21, the tenth year of Zhenguan, the eldest grandson died of illness and mourning.

In the wine shop, under the willow tree. Whether it is a scholar with wide robes and big sleeves, or a Hu man with a lapel and narrow sleeves, or a Qianshou in a short cloth shirt, they are all talking about one thing.

On this day, the sky was clear and cloudless, and a sudden thunder made people feel surprised, and it happened to hit the eldest son of a landlord in Yunling Village.

Originally, there were more or less people struck by lightning every year, and there was nothing surprising about it. But without exception, they didn't survive, and it was strange that the landlord's son was not only not dead, but his black hair turned white overnight, and the landlord's father, who lived in the courtyard next door, hung up in surprise.

As soon as this incident came out, it became a strange talk for a while, and this topic spread from the village to Shili Eight Townships, and then from Shili Eight Townships to Chang'an City.

All kinds of ghosts and gods have their own ups and downs.

And when some good people came to the place of the incident with curiosity, they unexpectedly found that the house was sold. When I inquired, I learned that after the landlord of the Jiang family was buried in a hurry, the houses and fields and other properties were sold cheaply because the landlord owed gambling debts.

Now there is only one brother and sister left in the landlord's family, and they live in a thatched hut of a farmer.

When they came to the thatched hut to find out, they saw a 9-year-old girl holding farm tools at the door, not giving an inch, and she didn't answer when others asked her, she just stood at the door silently.

When everyone looked into the house, they saw a fourteen-year-old white-haired boy lying quietly on the grass bed in the house, if it weren't for the slightly undulating chest, even if someone said that the boy had passed away, no one would suspect it, just because the boy's face was too white, and the young man was wearing a white robe, which made it even more white and a little scary.

Everyone watched it for a long time, and inquired clearly until the thunderbolt, but they never woke up, and no matter how they looked at it, they felt that their faces were ordinary and nothing unusual, so they all went away disappointed.

After three days in a row, there were fewer and fewer curious people, and the young girl stopped guarding the door, because the food in exchange for jewelry was almost bottoming out.

The young girl dragged the farm tools higher than herself, and came to the higher ground and no one wanted the wasteland to start reclamation, but her strength was too small, and she lifted half of it with great difficulty, because her feet were unstable, and she fell to the ground, grazing her white and tender palms.

The young girl's eyes were moist, she bit her lip and got up, and raised the hoe and hoe to the wasteland, but in less than half an hour, the little palm grinded several blisters.

Until the blisters burst, the hot pain in her palms did not make her hoe at the moment, but whenever the hoe fell, the young body trembled because of the pain in the palm.

Even so, the young girl's childish face full of tears was still resolute, shouting in her mouth that it didn't hurt, it didn't hurt, and she continued to reclaim the wasteland.

But when the young girl recalled her father's love and her brother's love, she was only nine years old and couldn't stop falling, and gradually couldn't help crying in pain anymore.

"Daddy, where are you, Ruo Niang is so painful and hungry."

Under the cloudless clear sky, it seemed that only the helpless petite body was left, and he raised his hoe while crying bitterly.

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That day, the clouds were dyed red, and the young girl picked a lot of wild vegetables and returned home. The one who lent the siblings a hut to live in was a grandmother over 50 years old.

When the old grandmother saw the wound on the young girl's palm, she saw that the small palms had worn out more than a dozen blisters, large and small, and none of the blisters were intact, she couldn't help but sigh, brought a piece of grass, spit out a mouthful of saliva, rubbed the grass, put it on the small palm, and tore off a piece of cloth and bandaged it with a worn-out cloth.

"Little girl, does it hurt?"

The young girl didn't speak, and shook her head stubbornly with tears in her eyes.

The old grandmother couldn't bear it, sighed, and instructed,

"Girl, you've been busy all day, go take a break, and I'll help you cook at night."

The young girl glanced at the old grandmother without saying anything, then lowered her head, nodded slightly, picked up the wild vegetables on the side and handed them over.

The young girl was lying on the bed, holding the arms of the white-haired boy tightly, looking at the closed eyes, only by the side of her loved ones, the fatigue of the whole body seemed to disappear.

The small figure, like a kitten, shrunk slightly beside the boy. It wasn't until the meal was ready that the young girl got up and thanked the old woman.

The staple food is chestnut rice porridge, and the dish is the wild vegetables picked today. The young girl took a sip of chestnut rice porridge from the bowl, put it in her mouth, and lowered her head.

Under the candlelight, it is like a mother bird feeding her young, her lips pressed together.

Then, the young girl struggled to help the boy up and make him sit up, tilting her head to let the rice porridge enter her esophagus. When the young girl saw the Adam's apple slowly sliding, she finally showed a smile, and then slowly let go of the young man's body.

After repeating this, the young girl fed most of the bowl of wild vegetables and a bowl of chestnut rice porridge, and then the little chestnut rice porridge left in the clay pot was served, and only half a bowl was served.

After drinking the porridge and wild vegetables, the young girl licked the bowl again, and then reluctantly put down the bowl.

As night fell, the thatched hut was so dark that he could barely see the figures, and the young girl struggled to remove the boy's clothes, brought a basin of warm water to wipe his body for him, and finally struggled to put on the clothes.

When the night was completely dark, the young girl fell asleep with her arms around the young man.

In the dream, I don't know what the young girl dreamed of, the full upper lip and the lower lip were closed, and it seemed that the dream was about delicious food.

Day after day, three days passed in a flash. The young girl's white and tender skin gradually tanned, and a thin layer of calluses grew on the tender palms of her hands, at this time she had learned to cook, learned to cook, and under the guidance of the old grandmother, she learned to grow vegetables again.

In those bright eyes, there was a lot of determination.

The kind uncle in the village gave her green vegetable seeds, the gentle aunt gave her little food, she got the help of many people when she was young, she became stronger little by little, and at the age of 9, she had learned not to cry anymore and knew how to be grateful.

At night, she lay on the bed, holding the boy's arm, and told him everything that happened in the village, whether it was painful things, happy things, which family helped her, it seemed that only in this way did she feel not lonely.

In the dark night, the young girl's voice was very gentle, and as she spoke, her voice became softer and softer, and she gradually fell asleep.

At this moment, the corners of the young man's eyes closed in the night became moist, and a drop of water slipped silently.