The moonlight was coldly sprinkled on the roof, and suddenly the dark night sky seemed to open a small opening, and a strong and long red light shone on an inconspicuous blue brick house, but it disappeared in an instant after a few glances......

A hexagonal pavilion stands in a lake in the city, and the young man in white sits in the pavilion cooking wine and blowing the flute, and the compass on the stone table suddenly rotates non-stop, alarming the young man.

He pinched his fingers, looked shocked, picked up the compass, carried it and flew up to the roof of the pavilion, and saw a red light falling from the sky in the distance, shining somewhere.

"Could this be what the master said auspicious? Are there really souls that have crossed over from another world? The young man's cold voice didn't carry too many doubts, because he had been waiting for this moment for ten years.

He used his deep internal force, and with a single foot movement, he flew to a gazebo fifty meters away, and in the blink of an eye, he flew away from the lake and flew in the direction of the red light......

"It hurts......" In the dark tiled room, a dark shadow was lying on the ground and was letting out a hoarse moan. Moan, moving the body slowly. "Why does my head hurt so much? Hey...... Is this hell? ”

I remember that she had a boyfriend for her twentieth birthday with the dean's aunt not long ago, because she hadn't fallen in love once at the age of twenty, she was abandoned by her parents in a welfare home since she was born, and she lived to be twenty years old when she was judged by the doctor to live less than ten years old.

If she doesn't survive this heart attack, she must have a good relationship.

"But...... Where is this? Why does my head hurt so much? ”

She reached out and touched her forehead, only to feel the gauze wrapped, trying to get up from the wet and cold ground, but her body had no strength, the environment was dark and cold, which made her very uncomfortable, even if she grew up in a welfare home, she had never suffered so much.

"Squeak-" The dilapidated wooden door of the firewood room was pushed open, and a candlelight entered, and she raised her head with all her strength to look at the weak figure in the doorway.

"Are you awake?" The tone was skeptical, as if he didn't believe she would wake up. "I was called by your brother to take care of you, my name is Yan Huan."

Brother? When did she have a younger brother?

"Where is this? How can I get a head injury? Can you tell me? My head hurts...... I don't remember anything. ”

She still hasn't figured out what happened, she had a heart attack after making a wish at her birthday party not long ago, and she couldn't take medicine to help, and she watched her soul slowly break away from her body until she floated into the sky and disappeared.

Did she die and be born again? God doesn't have to play her like this!

"Drink water and eat something first, you haven't eaten for almost a day." Yan Huan didn't dare to let a person who had been hungry for a day continue to not drip, and if he didn't break his head and lose blood, he would be starved to death!

Yan Huan's movements were quite gentle to help her sit on the haystack, with a thin blanket around her back, he picked up the teapot and poured out a bowl of warm water to feed her, and then let her eat a bowl of millet porridge and three mixed noodles steamed buns, she felt a little full stomach, which showed that this body was hungry.

"I'll change your dressing first." Yan Huan, who had been busy for a long time, was not tired at all, and continued to change the medicine for her, but her voice was desolate: "Anyone who enters the Red Mansion will not be able to walk out alive for a day, so why should you waste your life in vain, you can't influence the arrangement of fate." ”

Red Mansion? What the hell?

An Jingyu wanted to ask clearly, but she was afraid that Yan Huan would be suspicious. The faint candlelight illuminated the flesh bumps on his face, but she didn't think he was ugly, especially the pair of bright Danfeng eyes, as if he had seen through everything in the world, full of vicissitudes.

"If God doesn't let you die, you won't die, but next time you won't be so lucky." After all, the blood was shed all over the ground, and everyone's faces were scared white, and it was impossible to meet good people like him and Aunt Honglian again and again.

"I can't remember what happened before." An Jingyu whispered, and smiled at him again, she didn't know how terrifying her smile was, there was a red sarcoma on the right side of her face, which almost occupied half of the right side of her face.

Yan Huan wasn't frightened, but just glanced at her meaningfully. "Your brother's name seems to be An Yue, I heard others say that your name is An Jingyu, I only came to the Red House this morning, and in the afternoon I was going to let a few of you get a sun and moon tattoo, as soon as you heard that you were going to start picking up customers tomorrow, crying and struggling to run, they tied you up and directly branded you with a sun and moon tattoo, and you were heartbroken and tried your best to hit the wall."

His words made her tremble, and now she has not only become a patient who is dying of hitting the wall, but also inexplicably becoming a woman who has lost her footing, and she will have to pick up customers tomorrow.

"What crime did I commit in the Red Mansion?"

After An Jingyu calmed down, she only asked this sentence, she wanted to figure out the cause and effect, she would never sit still, and stay in this broken red mansion for the rest of her life to be his grandmother's prostitute. Woman!

Yan Huan didn't answer immediately, and thought for a while: "Probably your parents committed the crime of treason against the enemy and were not the masterminds, so they were sentenced to exile, and you were implicated and became slaves of the Red Mansion."

Prostitute. Women are divided into three, six, nine and so on, and you can only be the most inferior prostitute with an ugly face. Female, your younger brother looks good, but he is young, so he will be divided into the Changmen of Zhuzhen Building. teach, and you will be able to pick up customers in a few years. ”

An Jingyu didn't understand that the crime of treason against the enemy was not for the nine clans? How is it to punish exile and being a slave?

In fact, she is a newcomer, and she doesn't understand that the women of Zhongli Country in this era are too rare, and the natural population is not large, and the war is continuous every year, and the population is constantly decreasing, as long as it is not a major crime, the prisoner will not be executed.

Seeing that she was full of food and drink, and there was no worry about life for the time being, Yan Huan wanted to clean up the dishes and chopsticks and go back to the room to sleep.

"Can you stay with me? I'm afraid ......" An Jingyu didn't feel shy at all, nor was she afraid to be alone with the little boy she met for the first time, maybe it was him she saw for the first time, and she felt safe looking at him with a fledgling plot.

Looking at her pleading eyes, although the right side of her face is ugly, those eyes are extraordinarily vivid and vivid, and her voice is soft and glutinous like a girl, which is particularly cute and beautiful.

Yan Huan's heart softened again, obviously he was forced to come to the firewood room to take care of her, everyone didn't believe that she was still alive and didn't want to touch bad luck.

He thought of her resisting to death, so he made him believe that as long as she still had a breath, she would get up and resist, and finally relented before bringing her something to eat, even if she died, she would have to be a full ghost.

An Jingyu curled up on the haystack, half-asleep, and fell asleep in a daze.

In the dream she became the lowest prostitute. Female, being forced by men who smell all over their bodies. Violence, she shouted for help, but no one was willing to save her......

"Wake up! An Jingyu, wake up soon! Yan Huan, who was woken up by An Jingyu, saw her having a nightmare, and screamed: "Don't touch me!" No! Get lost! You roll—"

Worried that she would overindulge in nightmares, this is how many people become fools and madmen, like the big brother who once gave him warmth.

He hugged her with all his strength, giving her warmth and safety.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here ......"

An Jingyu, who woke up from a nightmare, trembled in a cold sweat, looking at Yan Huan, who hugged her and comforted her, for the first time, she felt extremely happy and moved, whether he came here to take care of her voluntarily or forced, she was grateful.

This night's companionship allowed her to get through the most difficult and bitter days.

Yan Huan took out his own handkerchief and wiped her face, she couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears, helped her sit up again, and poured her a glass of boiling water that had been cold for her to drink.

An Jingyu, who quickly calmed down, thought about her future, and didn't notice the sea bowl that Yan Huan stuffed into her hand.

As soon as she looked down, she saw the horrible reflection in the water in the bowl, which frightened her into terror, and the bowl slammed to the ground, not broken, but the water spilled on the ground, wetting the upper of her shoes.

"No...... My face...... How could this be......"

A red sarcoma that occupies the entire right side of her face is extremely ugly, how can she live with such a face?