He coughed louder and louder, saliva splashed all over the table, and the pieces of meat that he couldn't swallow fell back into the soup with a "poof".

A good pot of wine boiled mutton, and it became disgusting.

Xie Xuan glanced at it, his face showed disgust, and his body subconsciously leaned back. There was a bitter cold wind, constantly blowing in through the cracks in the window lattice, and snow particles fell on his dark clothes.

In the winter of Leizhou, the city is closed by heavy snow, and the wind is like a knife scraping bones.

But Xie Xuan didn't feel cold.

He just stood in front of the broken window with a lot of interest, waiting for everyone to die.

The life span of a person is nothing more than a sum of cinnabar.

To be born as a human is to always die.

He flexed his index finger and tapped lightly against the wall—"grab, grab."

The cough gradually subsided.

The woman rubbed her son's back vigorously: "This child! What's in a hurry, eat slowly, this big pot of meat is all yours! As she spoke, she stretched out her free hand and poured all the mutton into his bowl.

Seeing this, the little fat man grinned.

The man sitting across from him was unhappy: "Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat, let Lao Tzu eat?" ”

The little fat man looked at his father, pouted, and moved the meat bowl to his mouth.

The man slapped his chopsticks on the table and slammed the already crooked wooden table: "If it weren't for Lao Tzu, where would you eat meat!" He stood up, kicked the stool back, and scolded, "It's all white food!" ”

The pot of mutton that he finally obtained, before he had eaten a few bites, it became saliva soup.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and the man turned around and walked towards the little daughter in the corner.

"What do you see? Why don't you get out of here and wash your clothes! ”

Zhong Miao saw him coming over, and hurriedly shrank into a ball: "I, I washed ......"

For example, her mother, she is more afraid of her father.

My father had a worse temper and more strength.

She didn't want to be beaten by her father at all: "Daddy, I've really washed it all......"

The little girl lowered her head and said softly.

But the man stepped forward and kicked it.

He didn't care if his clothes were washed or not, he was just angry, not happy, and wanted to find a way to vent his hair. The elder brother made a mistake, and the younger sister should be punished on his behalf.

The son is the treasure of the family, and he is reluctant to do it, but the daughter is different.

As long as you don't break your face, you can always sell it if you raise it.

He scolded and scolded, and kicked again.

The skinny Ah Miao fell to the ground with a whimper.

The little fat man at the table laughed.

Such a home is her only home. The young Ah Miao was lying on the ground, obviously in terrible pain, but she couldn't shed tears. She cried out mournfully, "Help me...... Help me......"

The mother, who was eating vegetables, heard her voice and wrinkled her brows: "Dead girl, what are you arguing about!" ”

She has always been beaten honestly and never called for help, why is she screaming endlessly today?

"Be careful if you make any more noise, I'll twist your tongue with scissors!"

The mother at the wooden table glared at her and reprimanded her sharply.

Save her? Who saved her? There are no outsiders in this room.

The woman's eyes suddenly changed. She found that Ah Miao's words of "help me" were not meant for them at all. The little girl's eyes have been looking at the window.

She grabbed her chopsticks and slowly turned her face to the side.

The window was empty, nothing.

The wind and snow hit the window, and there was a loud noise.

Miao murmured like a kitten.

The woman suddenly retracted her gaze and threw the chopsticks in her hand heavily: "What the hell is the stinky girl, don't you hurry up and shut up for me!" ”

But I don't know if it was because of panic or upset, the chopsticks she threw out lost their accuracy.

With a "clang", the chopsticks fell at her husband's feet.

The man blushed and cursed loudly.

There was a lot of noise in the house.

Xie Xuan raised his hand and covered his ears.

Quarrel and quarrel, don't they all have to die in the end? He wondered in his heart how long time had passed. Why aren't these people dying yet—it's so slow, Xie Xuan thought.

"Help, save my ......"

The little girl on the ground was still staring at him.

Her voice was so faint that it looked like it would disappear in the next moment, but her gaze, wet, followed him all the time.

Sure enough, the girl could see him.

The cold wind stuck on his back, and Xie Xuan left the window.

Supposedly, if he doesn't show up, mortals won't be able to see him, but occasionally someone will be able to sense his presence. But he had never met anyone like this child, who saw him and asked him for help.

With his hands on his chest, Xie Xuan leaned against the wall and met her gaze.

"Save ...... Save...... I ......"

She squeezed the words out between her teeth, word by word.

The pain made her face pale.

Xie Xuan remembered the cause of death written after her name in the book of life and death.

The thin little girl in front of her was about to die at the hands of her father. The incessant beating was a slow and painful torture for an already weak and hungry child.

Xie Xuan watched coldly.

Why should a stupid person ask the gods for help?

Gods are ruthless creatures.

To them, people are no different from grass mustard.

Just like a human, will you listen to an ant and care about what it wants?

No, it won't.

Man will never answer the prayer of an ant.

Xie Xuan heard her voice getting softer and softer.

Destiny only allowed her to live to be eight years old, and it was time for her to accept her fate. Go to the ruins, forget everything, maybe the days will be faster.

But she fell to the ground, trembling, and begged him over and over again, but she would not accept her fate.

She should have known that the person in front of her was not a guest, so why did she ask him for help? That kind of look is like a drowning person finally meeting driftwood.

Compared with the two, Xie Xuan's eyes were as cold and hard as a knife, and there was no trace of melting.

He walked over and looked at her condescendingly.

"I'm not going to save you."

At that time, he did not realize that from the moment he opened his mouth and made a sound, he had failed.

The ruthless god has responded to Kusaoke's wish.

The winter wind and snow blew away his fate.

Xie Xuan put down his hand and looked at the young girl in the sun.

The early morning sun shone on the tiny fur on her face. Such a youthful and healthy appearance is something that Zhong Miao couldn't have imagined at that time.

He was fascinated.

The girl holding the fishing rod frowned: "Why don't you say anything?" Don't like it, don't want it? ”

"I didn't say a word, so I didn't like it." Xie Xuan came back to his senses and smiled.

Zhong Miao turned her face away and stopped looking at him: "Don't you remember?" What did you say when I engraved a chapter for you for the first time? You said, this word is carved crookedly, and it wastes a piece of Tianhuang stone, so it is better not to engrave it. ”

Xie Xuan touched his nose and faked coughing twice.

Zhong Miao threw away the fishing rod and stood up: "That's it, the left and right are carved to play, or I keep it for myself, I gave it to you, and you took it and threw it away." ”