Long Yuexin, you have to be good.

History is flowing with time, and Ning Zhiyuan does not regret his impulsiveness, although he is dead

"Don't fight, don't fight~~~"

Ning Zhiyuan heard a crisp cry, his consciousness was somewhat sober, and there were bursts of sharp pain faintly on his body.

"Don't fight, woo, hit me if you want."

Feeling that someone was struggling in his arms, Ning Zhiyuan woke up and saw a little girl in shabby clothes with tears on her face.

Subconsciously reached out and wiped the tears on the little girl's face, Ning Zhiyuan grinned and comforted, "Be good, don't cry." ”

"What are you doing" Holding back the pain on his body, Ning Zhiyuan got up and said to the beaters. But before he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong, and the few people opposite him were all dressed in brocade clothes and had long hair

Looking down at his dress and body again, this is a coarse cloth gown, a pair of immature hands, and a full head of long hair, which is a person in his thirties. Do yourself

"Why are you beating people" Ning Zhiyuan was stunned for a few breaths before he continued, although he had a lot of questions in his heart, it seemed that the trouble at the moment was important.

"This kid can't be stupid, right?" "That is, he still doesn't know why we beat people, and he persuaded us not to do it." "Forget it, let's go, it's really troublesome." Several teenagers muttered.

A few people walked away as they spoke, leaving Ning Zhiyuan with black lines on his head

Walking on the street with the little girl, Ning Zhiyuan was combing through the memories that came to his mind, his face became more and more solemn, Ning Zhiyuan, Xiucai, fifteen years old, his parents died, and now he is in the second year of Chongzhen, and he is currently in Jinling, that is, Nanjing. And this little girl ran into those boys when she was walking, and she stepped forward to dissuade her, so she had the previous scene.

In the second year of Chongzhen, Ning Zhiyuan patted his forehead, a little helpless, this is the emperor of the dead country, and now there should be peasant uprisings one after another

How can a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy live? Hey, I was born at the wrong time, no, I didn't wear it at the right time.

The corner of his eyes swept over the little girl next to him, eight or nine years old, with a dirty face and shabby clothes, but Ning Zhiyuan could see that this was a complete beauty embryo, which made him feel a little relaxed and happy when he was used to seeing Internet celebrity beauties in his previous life.

"Little sister, why are you alone?" Ning Zhiyuan asked out loud, feeling in his heart, this is a nonsense, in such a chaotic period, there are too many things for a child to wander.

"My father is dead, and my mother is gone." The little girl lowered her head and said, her eyes a little red.

"Hey," Ning Zhiyuan felt very uncomfortable, he really wanted to help this girl, but he couldn't eat enough, what could he do?

So he only kept his head calm and did not speak.

The little girl is undoubtedly a very smart girl, perhaps it is a few years of wandering career that has made her heart very sensitive, seeing that Ning Zhiyuan does not speak, she already understands that she seems to be unable to follow this brother, but she still wants to go a little longer with this brother, this feeling of being held by someone is so good, so happy.

By the Qinhuai River, there are willows, and it doesn't seem to be as prosperous as the ten-mile Qinhuai described by later generations, maybe the excitement just belongs to the night, Ning Zhiyuan thought without nutrition.

The little girl lowered her head and thought, not knowing what she was thinking, and after a long time, she slowly spoke, "Brother, then I'll go." ”

The voice was glutinous and soft, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, and a few tears on his face.

"What can she do with such a little girl?" Ning Zhiyuan wanted to grit his teeth and walk away, but his steps seemed to be filled with lead, so he took a deep breath to calm his heart and finally spoke.

"Little sister, are you afraid of starving and suffering?"

The little girl shook her head, indicating that she was not afraid of anything, and her body trembled a little.

Ning Zhiyuan felt a little sour in his heart, he knew why the girl was trembling, this was an age when she was spoiled in the arms of her parents.

"Then will you go home with me?" Ning Zhiyuan blinked and asked again, and then he felt that he was asking nonsense again.

After hearing this, the little girl threw herself into Ning Zhiyuan's arms, tears kept flowing, rubbing against Ning Zhiyuan's rough clothes, and she didn't speak.

Ning Zhiyuan smiled knowingly, ignoring the expressions of the people next to him, this was a moment of peace for the two of them.

"Brother, my name is Xing Yuan, Yuan Yuan of Yuanshui, don't call me little sister in the future." The little girl suddenly said in a coquettish voice.

"Xing Yuan, okay, I'll call you Yuan Yuan" Ning Zhiyuan was suddenly stunned, as a graduate student of the Chinese Department, he was too familiar with the name Xing Yuan, and Chen Yuanyuan's name in history was the same, is this a coincidence?

It should be, after all, Chen Yuanyuan will not appear in Nanjing.

"What's wrong, brother." Xing Yuan asked lightly tugging at the corner of Ning Zhiyuan's clothes, his little head still in his arms.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay," Ning Zhiyuan reacted, turned his head, and said, "Yuan Yuan, I'll call you Yuanyuan in the future, how about it?" Although the pronunciation of the two names is the same, he feels that it is better to be round and more down-to-earth.

Xing Yuan said crisply, "My name is Xing Yuan, brother, of course you can call me Yuanyuan." ”

"It's round, flat, round." Ning Zhiyuan touched the top of the girl's head and said with a smile. "Yuanyuan, then you can call me Brother Ziyu in the future, Ziyu, this is the word I just got for myself." Ning Zhiyuan continued.

Zi fish, Zi non fish, the joy of Anzhi fish.

After waiting for a while, Ning Zhiyuan found that Xing Yuan did not answer him, but looked straight at him with his eyes, his face was full of incredulity, his body trembled a little, and he shouted softly after a long time, "Brother Ziyu." ”

"It should be a coincidence, it's impossible for Brother Ziyu to know that I ran away." Looking at Ning Zhiyuan's calm face, Xing Yuan thought to himself.

Ning Zhiyuan still has ten copper plates on his body, this is all his net worth, he thought about it, and bought three catties of rice for the last few copper plates and went home.

Passing through a long, narrow alley, two dilapidated houses and a courtyard, the last refuge of his dead parents.

Ning Zhiyuan skillfully cooked the porridge with the only pot in the house, without any side dishes, just eating, Ning Zhiyuan only ate one bowl, but Xing Yuanyuan ate very fragrantly, it seemed that he was extremely hungry.

Beckoning Xing Yuanyuan to wash his face, revealing a clean and beautiful little face, Ning Zhiyuan thought, the dirty appearance is a disguise made by this girl to protect herself. There is only one bed in the house, and it seems that he will sleep with the little girl with the same name as this famous prostitute who will go down in history in the future, so he will not pretend to sleep on the ground, but he will not be tempted by such a small girl.

But in a few years it will still be possible.

Ning Zhiyuan walked out of the house, he needed to think about the road ahead, feeling his fifteen-year-old body, his heart was uncertain.

The Qinhuai River at night is indeed lively, with large and small boats parked, and most of the pretentious scholars since ancient times are happy here, and from time to time there are a few cheers and singing songs.

Live up to the reputation of Qin Huai.

Different from the hustle and bustle on the ship, Ning Zhiyuan was still thinking about how to make a living, and how to be more practical, how to get new food before the last bit of food stored at home was eaten.

After pondering for a long time, seeing that the night was a little darker, the moonlight was slightly softer, and he was a little tired, he shook his head and Ning Zhiyuan began to walk back.

When he went home to his own small dilapidated house, Ning Zhiyuan didn't see Xing Yuanyuan on the bed, which made him feel nervous, and he shouted repeatedly, "Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan." ”

A petite figure came out of the corner and threw herself into his arms, "I thought Brother Ziyu was gone, and you didn't want me anymore," he continued in a crying voice, "I thought it was the bad guy who came just now, so I hid." ”

The boy quietly patted the girl's back, and he thought that at this moment, all the girl needed was comfort.

Xing Yuan woke up just when Ning Zhiyuan walked out, she thought she was abandoned again, but she still didn't say anything, she was a sensible girl and a contented girl.

Feeling the girl's trembling body calm down slightly, Ning Zhiyuan said softly, "Yuanyuan, don't worry." As long as I am here, I will never leave you, and I will give you the best life. The voice was resolute like never before.

Although he didn't think where the food would come from after tomorrow.

But Ning Zhiyuan knew that he had a little more familiar ties in this strange world.