This news, like thunder on the ground, exploded in the ears of the kite, and she couldn't calm down for a long time.

If they are not related by blood, what kind of relationship can make her risk her own life to save Yu Yuexi.

"Isn't it surprising?" Yu Luoxi smiled stupidly, she felt that the expression of the kite was really funny.

The kite nodded.

"Would you like to hear it?" For too many years, she hadn't mentioned those pasts to anyone, and even Yu Boya knew very little about them.

The kite pulled her up, even if she wanted to speak, she couldn't let her reminisce about the past in this cold courtyard.

When Yu Luoxi returned to the house, the kite hurriedly went to fetch a pot of hot water, warmed a pot of flower tea, and put a soft pillow on the back of her waist.

On this warm soft collapse full of the fragrance of flowers, Yu Luoxi's memory returns to that evening more than ten years ago.

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More than 10 years ago:

"Grandma, I'm back, I dug a lot of lotus roots in the lotus pond, and when my mother comes back, I can make sweet and sour lotus roots for her!" The young Yu Luoxi carried a small bamboo basket with a few white lotus roots in it.

She took two steps to stop and rest, and then scurried the bamboo basket on her back upward, the thin bamboo basket rope strangled her fingers red, but it could not hide the smile on her face.

"Grandma, did you hear me? Should I keep these lotus roots in the kitchen? She stood on tiptoe, struggled to place the bamboo basket on the table in the courtyard, and quickly rubbed her little red and swollen hands.

Seeing that Grandma didn't respond to her for a long time, she called Grandma and walked suspiciously to the simple house.

As soon as she pushed open the wooden door and stepped into the footsteps, she was separated by the things under her feet, and when she looked down, it was the jar that Grandma used to pickle cabbage on weekdays, and the sharp porcelain piece penetrated her thin sole, she raised her foot to pull out the porcelain piece, and felt that the center of her foot hurt sharply.

Before she could take off her shoes and socks to check them, she was startled by what she saw inside.

The small furnishings in the room were now all in disarray, the tables were crookedly thrown in the corners, the chairs had almost broken into firewood, the teapots and cups, and the wooden trays were all scattered in fragments.

She shouted softly in a trembling voice, "Grandma, Grandma, are you there?" ”

When her voice rang out in the empty room, she felt an unprecedented panic, and carefully turned around the three rooms, but there was no trace of Grandma.

When she was young, she didn't know what to do, so she could only hug herself and huddle in a corner, shouting Grandma in her mouth.

From sunrise to sunset, from dusk to starry sky, until the rumbling of hunger sounded, she accepted the truth.

From today on, she can only rely on herself to live, she took off her shoes, dipped a towel in some water to remove the blood scabs that have coagulated the soles of her feet, and after scrubbing it clean, she found a piece of washed white handkerchief to wrap her little feet, and picked up the thread in Grandma's needlework frame to tie and cut the handkerchief.

Because of the handkerchief, my feet were bigger, and my original shoes could no longer be worn, so I found a grandmother's shoes and kicked them on.

She held the white and pure lotus root that was washed by herself, which was originally prepared for her mother, but now her grandmother is gone, and her mother is difficult to come twice a year and a half.

Sad to sad, feeling that no more days will pass, she lifted the wooden pier in the kitchen and put it next to the stove, stood up and added water to the pot one by one, and then covered the pot with a lid and lit the firewood.

Although she also helps Grandma do what she can on weekdays, she can make a fire and cook something, but Grandma has always said that she is still young and the knife is too dangerous, so she is now holding a huge kitchen knife in both hands, and she doesn't know where to start for a while.

Half of the lotus root tumbled to the ground from the huge impact, staining the kitchen with ashes, and she picked it up and washed it in a porcelain bowl full of gaps, and then put it on the board to get busy.

When the water was boiling, she finally cut a few sections of lotus root into small pieces, large and small, and some broken scum, she put them all into the pot.

This is the first time she has cooked and eaten by herself, and when it is fully cooked, she takes it out and sprinkles a little coarse salt, and she eats it with relish.

After she had eaten her fill, she walked into her small room with the candlestick as usual, covered the quilt and blew the candles, because she knew that only by raising her spirit could she live well on her own.

The stars were extraordinarily bright that night, waiting for her in her sleep like a mother through the window lattice.

A child's only son facing the world is not as easy as she imagined, and the expenditure of rice, oil and salt is not something that a child can afford.

Fortunately, in the summer, there were many wild vegetables on the hillside, so she dug some to fill her stomach, but on the days when there was no staple food to top, she was always hungry, and those wild vegetables and fruits could only ensure that she would not starve to death.

She could have gone a little farther away to collect fruit for her stomach, but then she would probably not be able to come back at night, deep in the mountains and old forests, she was still just a child, and she was also afraid of those jackals, tigers and leopards.

She also wanted to go to the crowded bazaar to earn a living, so that she had hands and feet, and her work was very good, so that she would not starve to death.

But here, there is a reason why she must stay.

Grandma now seems to be afraid that there is more than luck, and the mother rarely comes here, if she leaves here, how will the mother find herself in the future? That's her only relative, and her heart is full of relatives who can't remember their faces.

After more than a month, she is already yellow and thin, and she is always listless on weekdays.

On that day, as usual, she dug up some wild vegetables and walked home, passing by a house faintly heard someone shouting, she thought it was funny, she didn't know anyone in this world, so she didn't stop and walked forward.

"Little girl, you wait!" A middle-aged woman's voice rang out.

She turned her head to look at the middle-aged woman who was a little fat, and pointed to herself with some confusion.

The woman nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, yes, it's you, you wait a minute!" ”

The woman trotted all the way to her, stuffed her with the handkerchief wrapped in her arms, and shouted in a high voice: "You girl looks thin and weak, and she tells the old lady to run all the way, you take these foods and walk quickly, don't let my dead ghost see it, or we will both be unable to eat today!" ”。

She was pushed forward by the woman, touching the warm food in her hand, tears welling up in her eyes, blurring the way home.