Finally...... Born to be human.

The blue sky gradually became cloudy in those empty eyes, and a strong stinging pain came from his body to remind him that he was still alive.

The white mist condensed in the cold air, and Wuchen lay on the ground with his mouth half open, his eyelids lids were weak, and his eyelashes were clinging to transparent ice crystals, like white dew on the weeds in the morning.

The snort slowed down, and Wuchen's fingers curled up weakly, but he could still move. Fingers touching the ground, dry, rough.

The only warmth in his head stopped, and it seemed that the bleeding had been flowing for a while before finally stopping.

The people around looked at the huddled on the ground, with various expressions.

Some people are disdainful, some people smile evilly, and some people have pity in their eyes, as if they have never seen such a scene, and they are dumbfounded.

A sharp-eyed one next to him looked at it and shouted, "Look, that ugly thing is even uglier when it cries!" ”

Wuchen's eyes were moist, and the tear accumulated in his eyes for a while, sliding down halfway.

The purple-clothed son, bent over, with a face closer to Wuchen, deep eyebrows and eyes, and arrogant, is the kind of appearance that is not easy to forget.

Several equally gorgeously dressed boys around him also laughed along with Yinghe.

The girl on the ground, eight or nine years old, withered and thin. In the cold winter, he wore only a few thin clothes of true color, which were tattered and had no traces of sewing. The loose clothes wrapped around the weak body, which looked like a corn cob with its fruit peeled off.

Wuchen is a little beggar, but unlike other beggars on the street, Wuchen doesn't speak, and he has burns on his face. People who don't see her often will open their eyes, and some people don't dislike her as a beggar, and reach out to push her away.

The scar was horrible, more ugly than a normal burn, from the bottom of the right eye, and then the entire lower part of the cheek to the neck, all bloodshot, red and white flesh, irregularly twisted together. Unable to see the shape of the lips clearly.

In their eyes, such beggars occupy a place for nothing, especially this kind of ugly monster-like one, they should simply disappear from the world, and the province is afraid in their hearts.

The young man in purple tugged at the placket of his clothes, looked at the huddled on the ground and sneered: "It's almost breathless, you can't let her die, spread the word that our Zhengwang Mansion is bullying!" ”

Yan Qiliang is the second son of King Zheng's Mansion, and he is a terrifying little overlord in this area.

As soon as he spoke, several sons and brothers next to him laughed, at a young age, with a flattering face. They usually like to get together, some of them are wreaking havoc, and some of them are terrified. But I still have to follow, after all, the fathers also want to advise.

And fifteen or sixteen-year-old children are still playful. When encountering this kind of bad domineering and prominent family person, they want to follow behind, see if they can come out and do something harmful to the world, and say goodbye to the cowardly childhood.

Today, the group of them came out to visit Qingyatang, and Yan Qiliang took the head and paid a silver ticket. The few people in the back were a little envious, and sure enough, it was the son of Zheng Wangfu, and the shot was one hundred taels.

But it was blasted out, and the silver ticket was returned.

The person who came out of them was good-looking, with light and fluttering dresses, and looked a few years older than them, and the woman who spoke softly did not look like a person in the dust, but like a thoughtful aunt in their family.

If you have money and don't make money, it's not the way of business, and if you dare to bang the king's son out, it seems that you can't be smart. There was a teenager who was not convinced, and he came up with a cold eyebrow.

Yan Qiliang didn't speak, since he had a dog, he let the dog go, and talking to this kind of person lowered his identity. Yan Qiliang has been pampered since he was a child, and such a habit has long been formed.

The woman smiled into the corners of her eyes, and only said one word, which was impossible to refuse.

"Your dad is in there." When you say it, you have no fear.

Several teenagers wanted to visit the most famous brothel in Jinyou City, and when they went in, they only saw a woman. Disappointing, but helpless. It's always like there's something unfinished, which is suffocated in everyone's hearts, and it's very unpleasant.

Lianbu Street is the most luxurious area of Jinyou City, with many shops and lively and luxurious.

But for every clean place, there is always a place where it is the opposite. There is a lot of dirt in this world, which will not disappear because of human disgust, no matter how people get rid of it, they will exist, and they will exist.

On a small road at the end of Lianbu Street, go inside to a small alley, and there is a ruined temple behind the alley. The ruined temple is inhabited by beggars in this area. There were old people, children, and people with broken legs and missing arms, a dozen people, a few of them who had wandered from outside, and a few who had nowhere to go and were homeless.

They make a living by begging and picking up garbage in this section.

Wuchen is one of them, ten years old, doesn't speak, and has an ugly appearance, which makes people dare not look at it. And dust-free and does not come into contact with people. Nor will they hold broken bowls, or beg on their knees with their clothes in their pockets.

No one in the temple saw her eat, and no one knew that her name was Wuchen.

Every day, Wuchen will find a corner on the street where there are the most people. Try not to be seen. Watching the people come and go, sit honestly for a day.

After the sun goes down, she will still be there, waiting for the crowd to disperse, the second watchman sounds, stepping on the sound of the watchman, back to the broken temple, on the pile of grass that belongs to her, and falls asleep in a daze.

Every day, the rain and snow never stop.

Today, too, she is honestly in a corner. Behind him is a large family, but it seems that no one has lived in it for a long time, and it has been empty for a long time.

A few small vendors saw the ugly girl sitting here without anyone driving her, and they also moved the stall over. Set up a stall, put a disguise on the top of the pole, and fell. Look back at the ugly girl's position and block her face.

The stall owner sells Peiyu, looks novel, and the business is not bad, and occasionally gives dustless steamed buns to eat. Wuchen twisted the flesh on his face every time, his mouth opened a little, and his throat made a hmm-huh sound, a little hoarse, and the stall owner knew after a long time that this girl was thanking.

The stall owner said that if the business is like this, he will be able to set up a shop next year and return to his previous stable life.

With less than four months to go until next year, Wuchen is happy for him.

A few gorgeously dressed teenagers touched the jade pendants on his stall. The stall owner's eyes lit up, and he saw that these teenagers were very rich.

The stall owner handed over a few more jade pendants, which looked even more delicate than the purple-clothed young man in the hand.

Yan Qiliang took it with a satisfied expression.

The teenagers behind him also moved forward, looking good, compared with the things in the Wang family's shop, they were all as good as they were.

Yan Qiliang threw the jade pendant in his hand into the arms of a young man behind him. Wang Yu took it in his hand, and his heart instantly lifted.

The two eyes seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, and then looked at Yan Qiliang in horror.

Some time ago, on Yan Qiliang's birthday, his father gave him a gift box, saying that it contained a jade pendant worth three hundred taels. I also opened it and touched it for a while, and the jade pendant on my body was only fifty taels.

But the jade pendant of three hundred taels is now appearing on the vendor stall outside.

The corners of Yan Qiliang's mouth twitched, with a sneer.

The lips, which were a little dull by nature, were sloppy, as if questioning.

"How many taels of silver?"

The stall owner thought that they were very satisfied with the things, the light and smile in his eyes were even brighter, he stretched out a finger, and his voice was eager: "A few young masters, five taels of silver." ”

Wang Yu heard it like five thunderbolts, looked at the boss incredulously, and then looked at Yan Qiliang, wanting to capture some tolerance from that face.

But no.

Wang Yu's eyes were bloodshot, and Yan Qiliang's murderous appearance of beating people was vivid.

Although the jade pendant was given by his father, it was wrong, not in himself.

Wang Yu carried the jade pendant, walked forward quickly, and slammed his hand on the shop. The fingers clenched the jade pendant tightly, and it showed out, and the knuckles were a little white.

"Where did you get this jade pendant?"

The stall owner looked at the sudden anger, as if he was about to eat people.

"The little ones carved themselves."

His ancestors all sold jade pendants, and all the jade pendants put out, from the jade to the leather pendant, were all from the hands of one person, but the jade was inferior, plus he sold it at a roadside stall, and the price could only be sold for five taels, which was already the highest price.

The stall owner wanted to add, and wanted to directly say that this jade is not a high-grade jade, and it can be cheaper.

But before he could speak, the boy directly opened the stall. He also yelled in passing: "You fart!" ”

A layer of black cloth was laid on the table to make the jade pendant look more classy.

Wang Yu tore the cloth up, and the jade pendant spread out in the air and fell on the bluestone ground, shattered to varying degrees.

The stall owner's eyes widened, he didn't expect things to suddenly turn out like this.

Wang Yu didn't give the stall owner a chance to speak, and directly kicked the stall away, and then kicked the stall owner on the forehead and chest. The stall owner collapsed next to the dustless one.

Wang Yu continued to scold, "You dirty thief, you must be stealing things everywhere and setting up a stall to sell here!" ”

Yan Qiliang glanced over there, but he walked past the stall owner who fell to the ground and looked at Wuchen for a moment. His eyes narrowed, as if he had seen a monster.

Wuchen looked at the stall owner who fell beside him and stood up. The small body is in the way.

The stall owner glanced at Wuchen's back and whispered, "Little ghost, go away." ”

Yan Qiliang looked at that face with interest, although it was a little ugly, but he hadn't seen such angry eyes for a long time.

Yan Qiliang took two steps closer, pulled Wuchen's hair bun back, and lifted Wuchen's face up.

Laughing: "It's ugly." ”

Yan Qiliang grabbed a handful of hair, and Wuchen didn't feel pain. A pair of angry eyes with an ugly face, like a monster.

Wuchen's arm was raised and hit the arm on his head, Yan Qiliang was a little surprised, looking at the person with a little chicken, his strength was not small.

Yan Qiliang raised his hand and rubbed his fingers.

A person from behind came up, kicked again, and directly kicked Wuchen to the stall owner's side. The stall owner was still lying on the ground and did not get up.

Wang Yu was about to step forward and continue to fight.

Wuchen got up from the ground and stood in front of the stall owner.

Spread your hands.

The stall owner complained bitterly.

These teenagers, at first glance, are not easy to mess with, now they only need to lie here and be punched and kicked, and they will be fine.

But this child usually looks sullen and doesn't say a word, how can this be the courage born there, seeing so many people and daring to stand up to help himself, but where is this to help himself, this is obviously harming others and himself.

The stall owner tried to hold Wuchen, but Wuchen rushed out like an arrow off the string. Holding Wang Yu's outstretched legs, he moved over.

Wang Yu staggered, took two steps back, and sat on the ground.

The young man next to him went up and helped Wang Yu up, looked at the short and thin girl on the ground, and the corners of his mouth fainted a crescent-like nest, and smiled.

Wang Yu saw it in his eyes and became even more annoyed.

Dustless has no room for resistance. Together with the vendor, several people rushed up.

Yan Qiliang never moved and stood at the back.

It looks like a master, and those people are thugs. Although this is not the case in reality, Yan Qiliang did not let them do it, but did not stop it.

That little beggar, looking at it, is really disgusting.

Yan Qiliang pinched his fingers, his teeth bit the innermost flesh, and his lips moved slightly.

Yan Qiliang was standing still behind him and wearing a black suit, and he was the thug. The man took a step forward, looking much older than the others, in his early twenties.

"Childe, it's almost."

Yan Qiliang's fingers relaxed. His chin raised, "That's enough." ”

The one in the back who was a little shorter was called Zheng Yanfang, Yan Qiliang saw it clearly just now, he just stretched his hand inside, and he didn't hit anyone.

Zheng Yanfang was the first to hear Yan Qiliang's voice, and reached out and dragged the person in front of him. The three of them stood up, and Wang Yu still lay on the man and waved his fists like an enraged male wolf.

The three people who stood up pulled Wang Yu up again.

Yan Qiliang's face was expressionless.

Although Yan Qiliang is only sixteen years old, he has become the overlord of this area, of course he is not good at doing anything in broad daylight, but there is a lot of bloody rain behind his back.

What winery, casino, teahouse, as long as there is a place for Yan Qiliang, there is always something to do. With the cover of four walls, I am not afraid of who dares to spread it. Outside, it may be seen by some people who dare to spread the word.

The most prosperous area at the foot of the Son of Heaven on Lianbu Street, the palace, is still quite a lot.

After all, the royal family still wants fame, and his father, who has always been indifferent to him, may kneel for half a day and a night as soon as he speaks.

Today's matter is clear, although Yan Qiliang is not involved. It's just a remark about the little beggar on the ground.

But people are brought out by themselves, and beating people is also tacitly approved by themselves.

So you can only stop in moderation, even if you want these two people to die, you don't have to observe it yourself, it's not good to get your eyes dirty.

The stall owner's home was not far away, and when he was beaten, someone ran over to help tell his family. A few teenagers dispersed, and immediately a woman and an old man came and pulled the stall owner away on the cart.

There was only the black ball left on the ground, his body twitched twice and he didn't move, and the people around him also dispersed one after another, and a dying person had nothing to look at.

In the dark, Wuchen felt that someone was dragging him, probably blocking the way.

Will you really die?

Wuchen has tried to die countless times, but in the end, he has not been able to do so. As if she had been cursed, even if she had a thousand holes on her body, she would not die if she did not eat or drink for decades or even hundreds of years.

Death may be a terrible thing for others, but for Wuchen, it is a gift.

She could have chosen a place where there was no one like in the previous two lives, endured hunger, cold and loneliness, and lived alone in peace and silence for today and tomorrow. However, since she was born as a human in this life, she has always been sure that she will definitely meet that person like in the previous two lives, and she can bear anything for him.

Consciousness faded away, and in that moment, Wuchen felt lightness like never before.

Could it be that he is really dead? Or is it reborn?

There was a faint fragrance in the air, which was somewhat similar to the smell of Yunxi's room before, and there was a rabbit-like mahogany knick-knack hanging in the middle of the tent made of linen.

"Are you awake?"

With a brisk voice, a pair of big smart eyes suddenly appeared in his sight, and Wuchen was stunned for a moment before nodding. Then I felt a strong pain in my body, it turned out that I was not dead, nor was I reincarnated, I should have been rescued by this kind person.

"The young master asked me to ask for some medicine from the Ye Family Medical Hall, and the kitchen is boiling for you."

Wuchen nodded again, since he was burned when he was a child, his speech was a little unclear, it was difficult to speak, and the people who listened were also embarrassed, so he simply regarded himself as a dumb person, and saved others another reason to bully himself.

The girl seemed to think that she was mute, and without waiting for her to answer, she began to speak with a smile on her own eyebrows.

"You, you have never let our son-in-law worry. Since half a year ago, you have been just helping your son pick up a pendant, and he has been thinking about you. Every time Ronghui sends a meal to Childe, he will give you a little, and that is also what Childe ordered. Harm to the glory, every day to complain! Now that the son has ordered someone to bring you back, I will not listen to Ronghui's many complaints in the future. ”

The girl's voice was smiling, and her voice was clear and crisp, as if she were talking to someone familiar.

The dust was like a gossamer, and there was pain all around his body, even worse than when he was lying on the street just now.

There are two people lingering in my mind, Childe, Ronghui?

When did you pick up a pendant for others?

Wuchen raised his arm, the white sleeves, obviously not his own clothes, clean and dazzling. Reaching out again to touch his face, chin, the familiar smooth with a bumpy touch, is indeed not dead.

"I'm just afraid of you, I don't know who our son-in-law is, right?"

The girl tilted her head and looked up and down at herself.

The sincere and focused eyes make people feel very kind.

Wuchen returned the same sincere look to her and shook his head.

However, there is a person who leaves some food for himself at noon every day, sometimes it is steamed buns, sometimes it is dumplings, and sometimes there are vegetables and meat.

The boy was much taller than himself, but he didn't think it was much bigger. I am much shorter than my peers, I know this.

When you give something to yourself, you don't speak, you just leave it there and leave. It seems that he is in a hurry, and he seems to be frightened by his appearance.

The girl smiled and said, "It's almost the end of the year, and the child's school won't give you a day off, and I'll probably come to see you after the New Year!" At that time, you will find that our son-in-law is the most delicate person in the world. The girl felt that the praise was not enough, and added: "Our son-in-law is not only brilliant in appearance, but also in his heart, he can be a bodhisattva." ”

Hearing the sound of the dustless throat here, this seems to be the first time she has laughed since her mother's death.

Wuchen pointed at the girl, and the girl's big eyes rolled to understand what she meant: "My name is Yue Qingwu, and I am the eldest maid of our Lanxiang Academy, they all call me Xiaoyue, and I don't have the surname Yue." ”

Moon light dance, what a beautiful name.

Wuchen looked at the pendant hanging on the tent, although his body was painful, it was very warm. But this kind of warmth comes very abruptly and does not belong to me.

Wuchen has been lying down for more than half a month, and Xiaoyue is taking care of it alone, making herself like a young lady, except for Xiaoyue jokingly ridiculing herself for a few words, there are no complaints.

Dustless to the ground, looking at the furnishings in the yard, a little familiar, a long time not familiar. In the previous life, Yunxi's yard was also similar to this kind of furnishings.

She lived her first year in this life. Although there is more meat in the bowl than usual, but in the life without Yun Xi, this period of time is the most comfortable period for me.

After a heavy snowfall, Wuchen was looking intently at the falling snow in the yard, and watched Xiao Yue jump in from the arch, his face was much more excited than usual, and he ran to him and dragged his arm and smiled: "Childe came to see you."

As far as Xiaoyue looked, she thought that this was a cold palace, and she was the concubine who was left out, and finally waited for the person she had always admired.

Satsuki reminded her not to forget to salute.

A young man in a white robe appeared in his sight. Wuchen instantly stopped breathing.

Be...... That person.

Dustless's heart missed a beat, and the whole person stood in place stupidly. In a trance, time seems to go back more than 100 years.

Such a soft smile, such sparkling starry eyes, as if he was a teenager who grew up in the Milky Way, with the breath that only immortals have.

The boy got closer and closer, and Wuchen's heart, which had forgotten to beat, began to beat wildly again, and the longing that had already been turned into an endless hope in the waiting of a person. Numbness has long replaced torment. But from that moment on, it was as if something extremely sharp stabbed his heart, and it was so painful that it was as if magma that had been suppressed for thousands of years suddenly burst out, burning himself and making him breathless.

Wuchen half opened his mouth, his throat squeaked like a mouse chewing something, and looked at Yan Lanyan with straight eyes, that expression successfully scared Xiaoyue, she was a little scary, looking at a person like this, the timid estimate can be frightened. But Childe is here, and she can't take people away directly, after all, people are what Childe wants to see.

Yan Lanyan originally came to see her, but now she was blocked at the door and was ...... like this Looking, the girl seemed to be talking, but she couldn't say anything.