This matter has only been for half an hour, and even the news of how to block it is still spreading, which is even more shocking than what happened not long ago.

The Manchu Dynasty was stunned, even though it had just been dispersed, I don't know how many self-proclaimed pillars of the country and the ministers of the humerus were narrow-minded to death. Don't learn the Shang Dynasty thousands of years ago because of its beauty.

What's more, the other party is not an ordinary Israelite servant, but a real general who fought from the battlefield with a sword and a sword, and had a lot of achievements. Even if she is beautiful, she can't resist the fact that the other party is a man, and she is the spiritual pillar in the minds of many people in the army.

Why is the saint so confused, it's just too confused. There are so many beauties in the heavens and the earth, why should the hearts of the soldiers of all parties be so cold.

No matter how turbulent and changing the outside is, it has nothing to do with the sleeping people inside. He Dangli is too tired, this tiredness not only represents the body, but also the heart.

She hadn't slept well in the true sense of the word since that incident, even though the dream was still blank.

In a trance, I seemed to hear someone calling her name, and her voice was ethereal, light or heavy, near or far, trying to recall her. But when she stopped to listen, she didn't, as if it was an auditory hallucination in her own mind.

He Dangli shook his head, his eyes half-lowered and ignored it. Keep walking, far away. She seemed to see a black iron door in front of her, and the door that was not closed revealed a little light.

Like the warm sunlight suddenly shining obliquely into her dark and boundless abyss, she followed the faint light until her little white hand pushed open the thick carved solid wooden door that was slightly closed.

What you see is a small, dilapidated gray-white-black courtyard covered with green vines, next to a well. A small, thin figure was struggling to draw water, the sun was very strong, and the only wooden bucket was too large, even if she pulled it for a long time, the bucket did not come up. In my ears are the cicadas chirping, and the sand mountains are annoying, and people are upset. I couldn't help but sit on the grass with some puff, and my little face was covered with mud, making it impossible to see his true appearance at all.

He Dangli, who is only seven years old now, has been alone in this courtyard since the master said goodbye, and sometimes she always holds her chin and can't help but be in a daze when she looks into the distance.

Why didn't the Master come? Don't you think she's too stupid? Or is she stupid and bad and doesn't even understand basic common sense? even did such a shameless thing with his own brother?

But why did the Master teach her to read and write, tell her what a teapot and a brush were, and tell him what courtesy, righteousness, honesty, and morality were? even kindly told her to tell what is called a butterfly and what is a cicada, and in summer, the fruit tree in the courtyard that will bear black, black, red and red is called a mulberry tree.

A crack finally cracked in her black and white world, and a tiny and narrow ray of sunlight leaked out of it. Just a little bit was enough to overwhelm her with joy and want to hide, to hide a little secret that only one person knew, a treasure to lick at her bloody wounds in the darkness that would happen in the future.

But one day her light did not come, and she never saw the light from over the wall in the high gray corner, and her world was once again reduced to bottomless darkness.

Is it just because of pity for her and on a whim? But even if it is only humble and pitiful, why can't you pity her for a while, why can't you spend more time with her, or that the master thinks she is annoying, or because he thinks he is disgusting.

But she needed that light, even if others didn't need it, but she needed it. Can she give her light back to her, no matter what the price is, she is willing.

Thinking about it, He Dangli couldn't help but bury his tearful cheeks in his knees, letting the cicadas chirp in his ears and the scorching sun.

It has only been summer now, but the sun is as hot and unrelentingly scorching as ever on the earth, trying to evaporate the last trace of water vapor before giving up.

Now thirteen years old, the tall and slender He Yaozu saw such a scene when he pushed the door in, he was really angry and angry, but he didn't go over immediately. Instead, he waited until he had cried enough before he sarcastically pulled his lips and said loudly; "Why has Bian Niang become a crybaby now, is it possible to forget that today is the day when my brother came? Not only did he cry as ugly as a ghost, but he was also so dirty. The tip of his nose snorted coldly, dissatisfied to the extreme.

Yingting's black/thick eyebrows were half raised, his hands were on his chest, and he leaned against the door a little impatiently. A pair of similar phoenix eyes were half-hanging at the moment, covering a little bit of the hidden gloomy and tyrannical color.

"Brother.... Brother... There you are.... He Dangli was startled by the sudden sound, and quickly got up to wipe away the tears in his eyes. But she found that damn it, no matter how much she wiped it, she couldn't wipe it clean, but she wiped it more and more.

Sure enough, she is a stupid person who will be disgusted and disgusted no matter what she does, and the master must have left because of this.

Thinking of this, He Dangli's tears were like the water of the West Lake, he couldn't stop anymore, he just cried blindly. She couldn't wipe away the tears, and she didn't know what was wrong with her. I just feel very uncomfortable, I feel very uncomfortable, I don't want to do anything, I just want to cry.

"Ben Gongzi ordered you not to cry." He Yaozu only felt impatient when he saw his sister and sister crying in the family before, women crying and crying noisy, crying and crying can't solve any problems, it will only make things more and more messy, only the weak will make a stupid move of crying.

So much so that the people of the entire He Mansion did not dare to cry in front of him easily, for fear that they would become the next seventh sister who died because of crying in front of him. They are women who cannot inherit the family business, and if something happens after marriage, they will have to be supported by the only male in the family.

In addition, who let his aunt's belly not fight, and he couldn't give birth to a handle, so that the entire He Mansion was such a lone seedling. What's more, the other party is not even a straw bag, and he was admitted to Xiao Xiucai at a young age, and even the methods are cruel and outrageous. But somehow provoked the father who was already tilting the scales into the squeaky nest, after all, if a merchant family like them who was full of copper smell really became an official, he didn't know how much light there was on his face, and even his identity would rise.

"I order you not to cry, do you hear me." But for no reason, he watched this dog, which was originally just used to relieve boredom, suddenly cry so pitifully in front of him, even the facial features of his whole face were wrinkled together, so ugly and dirty, he simply died of disgust.

It was more about telling her not to cry, crying so much that it annoyed him, and he couldn't wait for the dark seeds of tyranny to grow directly in his mind. I can't help but feel that I have been too bad for her recently? But this guilt was only fleeting, and it was quickly thrown out of mind.

He Yaozu was a little irritated and plucked a few weeds at his feet, just looking at the little poor worm crying pitifully. In addition, he has never been in the habit of comforting people when he is so big, but he just walks up to him and squats down, and his tone is hard and dry and dangerous; "If you are crying, be careful that my brother beats you."

The volume was not loud, but it was always easy to convey it to her ears with the wind, and He Dangli, who was so frightened that he was still crying with his head down, suddenly didn't dare to cry for half a sentence, and his little face turned pale in an instant.

The tears that had not yet cried were directly replaced by a small hiccup, which looked funny and pitiful to make people laugh.

"Boom... Yu Niang... Very well-behaved... Brother, don't beat my mother. "When she was young, apart from the hunger and cold imprinted in her soul, only pain reflected her most profoundly, and even in the midnight dreams of adulthood, she would be frightened and covered in a cold sweat.

"Brother, don't beat Niang, don't cry, Niang won't cry anymore." He Dangli raised his red and swollen eyes from crying, and wanted to reach out to grab the person who was close at hand, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he immediately withdrew his hand in panic.

Because her hand was so dirty, dirty and black, if she touched her brother with it. Maybe the outcome will be even more terrifying. His lips trembled, and he silently distanced himself from each other and knelt on the ground, extremely uneasy.

He Yaozu looked at the hand that was originally stretched out and retracted by Yu Niang with some dissatisfaction, and watched her kneel on the ground, trembling like a sieve. For no reason, a nameless fire suddenly lit up in his heart, and a gloomy color shrouded his eyebrows.

The fists were clenched and gurgling, and her eyes were staring at her like torches, she was really so afraid of her! She's going to eat it's not !!

Puyue May is also known as the Grenade Moon, just because the pomegranate flowers are in full bloom at this time.

The sultry breeze blew through the sideburns, driving a few untied strands of hair on the sideburns, blowing on the cheeks, and some itching seemed to make people reach out and scratch it.

He didn't speak, just staring at her without saying a word was enough to make her hairs stand on end. The fists were clenched so hard that even the upper and lower back tooth sockets were bitten and bitten out of fear.

He Dangli bit his pale lower lip and didn't dare to speak, let alone make any movements, and he didn't even dare to say half a sentence when he was panting. I was afraid that if I didn't do a good job, I would get a flurry of punches and kicks, or lock her in a room without food and drink for three days and three nights. She was afraid of hunger, but she was even more afraid of pain, she was really scared, and every time her brother beat her, it was like a terrible devil who was going to eat her in the next second.

If someone asked He Dangli what her biggest fear and nightmare was when she was a child, she would definitely say that it was her brother without hesitation, because it was not a person. It's a demon, a demon who crawled out of the eighteen layers of hell alive with a hideous face.

"I'm afraid of me." The cold thin lips opened one by one, and let out a laugh of unknown meaning.

He Dangli, who was holding his head in his hands and trying to curl up into a ball, didn't hear what he said clearly, but when he heard the laughter, it was so piercing that she felt cold all over her body. His body trembled even more, and one of his lips turned white.

"Why is Yu Niang afraid of her brother? Is it because my brother treats you badly? Or is it that Yu Niang is still holding a grudge against your brother for beating you. But that's all because Bi Niang is not well-behaved, and she has done something that makes her brother angry, and her brother will beat Bi Niang when she is angry, so Bi Niang will listen to her brother obediently in the future, and my brother will never beat Bi Niang again, okay, as long as Bi Niang is obedient, don't make my brother angry, and my brother will be very good to Yu Niang.... He Yaozu seemed to be talking to himself, and he thought he was asking for the answer with the same person.

Or just unilaterally ordered her to obey and not to think about disobeying what he said.

"Boom.... Yu Niang is not afraid of her brother.... Her instincts told her that if she told the truth, she would probably be beaten even worse, and years of habit had made her docile and a lie.