Her face was cold, and she became serious, and she consciously took the initiative to block behind her, taking care of each other with Song Yuchen, and sandwiching Shi Qingran in the middle.

At this moment, she wanted to squint, but the sight in front of her seemed to have wings, and she couldn't help but break her eyelids, and then came in droves

- Is this purgatory on earth?

The street on the right-hand side had apparently been abandoned for a long time, and the doors of the shops were leaning loosely against the wall, and the once-glorious and imposing signs were succumbing to it.

The wide sign was covered with heavy dust and cobwebs that were a little thicker than the dust, and next to the sign, a woman of no age was squatting intently.

The spider web shook slightly, and she immediately reached out and grabbed the small flying insect that was sticking to it, and then stuffed it into her mouth without thinking.

A little further back from the signboard is a mat that is not as thick as grass mustard.

The mat was in tatters, and there was an old woman with gray hair sleeping on it, and the old woman was also wearing tattered clothes. Next to him was a slender child, whose gender was indistinguishable at a glance, and his hair was tangled together like a sturdy piece of felt.

The child was holding a broken porcelain bowl, and the rice soup at the bottom of the bowl was clear enough to see the human figure.

He took the chopsticks that were not much thicker than the usual eating chopsticks and stirred them at the bottom of the bowl, with a slight wetness, and applied them to the old woman's purple lips.

There was a man on the other side who was angrily scolding his daughter next to him, "Lose money!" Dare to run? Run Lao Tzu again and break your legs! Lao Tzu sold you to be a prostitute for your own good, get out! Don't follow me! ”

The daughter cried endlessly, "Daddy, daddy, don't sell me!" My daughter is not afraid of hardship, I beg my father not to sell me, they are not human! Daughter, daughter really can't stand it! ”

So the man's fist fell, and there was no elastic muffled sound when flesh and skin collided, and each punch landed solidly, chirping, a mutual roar between hard bones, a contest about dead or alive.

"You're not afraid of hardship, it's all about Lao Tzu!"

"Say! Tell you to speak! Tell you not to roll! So you can't live anymore! ”

The man beat and scolded, and for a while, the scolding and crying resounded throughout the street, except for the sound of the wind passing by, all Shi Qingran could hear was his daughter's heart-rending pleading, and a voice of "Dad-"

In the past, she was fortunate to be born in Qishan, she had never encountered a famine, although she had never enjoyed any delicacies from the mountains and seas, but she had never been worried about food and clothing.

Later, he married to Wangcheng and came to Zhennan Wangfu, as the only younger brother of His Majesty today, he carried a sedan chair and married the concubine who returned to the door.

This is a tragic scene that Shi Qingran has never seen until his age.

The scrawny body she saw, the endless moans and cries she heard, and the strong rancid smell she smelled, made her no longer have the slightest desire to be jealous and joking.

Shi Qingran wanted to close his eyes, but he was forced by the chaos in front of him to react at all.

One of her hearts, as if she had tied a knot in the dark, was being dragged up and jumping up, as if it might burst out of her throat at any moment with blood dripping out of her throat.

However, the people involved in front of them were unusually calm, busy with their own affairs, as if there was nothing else worth paying attention to in the outside world except themselves.

It wasn't until this time that she realized in a trance that this trip didn't seem to be an easy and enjoyable trip.

Song Yuchen didn't speak, and Lang'er didn't speak.

There seemed to be some tacit understanding between the two of them, and although they were silent, their steps invariably remained the same, and they walked forward unhurriedly and slowly.

It's not so much about walking as it is about moving, and it's not much faster than climbing.

Shi Qingran felt as if her two legs were no longer her own, she only knew that when she took a step, the tip of her shoe would gently touch her heel.

Then, as if she had been triggered by this trigger, she instinctively lifted her foot and lifted it up hard, falling even harder.

After walking a few steps with hard arms and legs like this, Shi Qingran felt that his feet were about to go numb, and he wanted to speak to let them slow down a little.

But she didn't have a chance, she was stunned and scared by the scene in front of her, and she couldn't help but become numb when she was afraid. As soon as people become numb, their words will not be good.

When she finally searched her intestines and scraped her stomach to come up with a few words, before she could sort out the order of those fragmented words, suddenly, out of nowhere, a cold hand reached out and grabbed her ankle violently.

Almost in an instant, Shi Qingran's entire face turned white into a piece of paper, and goosebumps grew from his ankles to the tips of his hair.

She suddenly thought of the water ghost that Shi Xuan had told her about in the past.

She was not yet ten years old at the time, and she didn't want to sleep at night, and was always noisy to go out to play.

Her father and mother were troubled by her quarrel, so they decisively threw the responsibility of coaxing her to sleep to Shi Xuan, and said "This is the responsibility of being a brother".

Originally, Shi Xuan was very reluctant to watch the children for them, but the owner and his wife didn't know what to say to him, and that night, the young prospective owner walked into the courtyard where his sister was.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, it was time to cry, make trouble, and hang yourself.

The eldest lady of the Shi family was very punctual, blinking her eyes, and was about to start her routine tonight with a snort, when the door was pushed open coldly, followed by her brother's snow-white soap boots.

Shi Xuan came in the door, saw that her tears had been squeezed halfway, and rolled her eyes angrily, "Okay, don't howl, my father won't come over tonight." ”

Shi Xuan was naughty at that time, and he originally disliked the little tail-like sister behind him. For Shi Qingran, he is undoubtedly a rare guest.

So Shi Qingran stopped crying, "Brother? ”

Shi Xuan replied unashamedly, leaned over and sat down, "Hmm." ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Watch you sleep."

Shi Qingran was really taken aback.

If it is rare for her brother to take the initiative to come to her, then her brother is willing to sit beside her like this, and when he speaks such a serious person's words, it is simply a rare ancestor—an old rarity!

"What to see, what to do." Shi Xuan glanced over unceremoniously, "What time is it, don't you go to sleep yet?" ”

Shi Qingran shook his head and sniffed, "But I'm not sleepy, and I don't want to sleep yet." ”

Shi Xuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Then what do you want to do?" ”

It was rare for him to be so patient, and Shi Qingran was really flattered.

She had a pair of starry eyes, "Can I say that?" ”

Shi Xuan smiled out of the corner of his eyes and slowly cocked his legs. Lately, he's been keen to follow the gangsters on the street and the rich boys, switching back and forth between the two identities very easily.

Now that his father and mother are gone, he put on a natural shelf, pretending to raise his chin inscrutablely, "Let's listen to it." ”

Such an absurd and ridiculous appearance was indescribably handsome and chic in Shi Qingran's eyes at that time.

Of course, if he could agree to his request, he would be even more handsome and dashing.

So she said expectantly, "I want to go out." ”

Her brother nodded, quickly said "oh", and then said, "No." ”

Shi Qingran, "......."