Liu Lingjun drugged Qiu Xiaotong, and his clothes were opened, sticking to the flesh and blood, and it was blurry.

"Hiss......"

Even Shinotong, who has always been able to endure hardships, can't stand such pain.

"It hurts, I'll tap, I'll tap......"

Liu Lingjun tried to be as careful as possible, shaking his hands.

"It's okay, hurry up and take the medicine, the long pain is better than the short pain."

Gritting his teeth, closing his eyes, his hands clenched into fists, ready to endure another round of torture.

Momobell sat on the side, biting on the plum blossom cake and not saying a word.

This plum cake is quite delicious.

But it's just a plum cake.

In Chunxiang Building, there are more than those who entertain those inferior prostitutes.

After smearing the medicine, Qiu Xiaotong sat up on the bed, put on his clothes, and ** his body.

Liu Lingjun poured him a cup of tea.

"Moisten your throat, I haven't drunk a few sips of water these days, and my lips are cracked."

"It's good to drink water, it's good that you haven't been killed." He laughed.

Liu Lingjun was distressed.

Qiu Xiaotong hurt his body, and he may really not be able to sing anymore in the future.

Such a good little student......

"Momoling, have you thought about it?" Qiu Xiaotong was lazy and looked at the little girl sitting and nibbling on cakes.

I'm still not used to such a coarse cloth outfit.

Can't help but laugh.

"Brother Qiu, if you want me to say it a few times, I just won't leave."

"I don't mean this, I don't care if you go or not, although this and Xiban are poor, it's still easy to raise you a little girl."

"I'm going to marry Chengui! I'm going to marry him!" She stood up, and the bamboo basket that was placed next to her was knocked over, and the plum blossom cake rolled to the ground.

The immature face is full of determination.

"You're twelve!"

"Thirteen!" She retorted.

"Good, Thirteen...... At the age of thirteen, do you know what it means to marry? ”

"I'll serve him all my life!"

"Only serve him, that's a maid!"

Qiu Xiaotong poured the tea, and Liu Lingjun filled it for him.

After hesitating for a long time, he said, "Taoling, you have thought about it, if you marry him, you will have no children in the future." ”

"What do you mean by not having children?" She was a child herself and didn't understand anything.

She knew that that day, it was Qiu Chengui who saved herself from Zheng Shaochen, if it weren't for him, she would have been dead for a day now.

"Dust to Him...... He can't have children in his life. "The voice is bleak.

Liu Lingjun sighed.

I don't know if Momoling understands what he means.

"Then I don't want a child, I just follow him!"

Seeing that Qiu Xiaotong didn't nod, she took out a pair of scissors from the cabinet and held them in her hand.

"If Brother Qiu doesn't agree, I'll twist my hair and go to be a sister-in-law!"

"Peach Bell Girl, don't be impulsive!" Liu Lingjun rushed over and snatched the scissors away.

She's just scaring people, and she doesn't really want to wring her hair.

"When the dust wakes up, I'll ask him what he means."

"No way!"

Qiu Chengui didn't know when, he had already woken up, his face was pale, his hair was scattered, and he stood in front of their door.

What he was wearing was still the same clothes he wore when he came back from Chunxianglou, bloodstained, and the torture was visible to the naked eye.

"Momoling, you go." He pointed with his hand, and there was no room for negotiation.

Liu Lingjun stepped forward and held his crumbling body.

He gently pushed his hand away.

Still wouldn't anyone touch him.

"Dust to my brother, do you want me to go?" Momobell is unbelievable.

"Let's go, this and Xiban, don't come in the future."

"Why!" She cried, the kind of grievance of a little girl.

"I don't want you to be with us."

Momobell bit her lip, and the plum blossom cake she had just eaten was still a little sticky to her mouth.

Although he pulled his hair up like his big sisters, he was only thirteen years old.

Still a child.

"You don't understand anything." Chengui said softly.

"I have nowhere to go." She also said softly.

"Chunxianglou doesn't want me, kicked me out, I don't know where to go, I just want to come to you." As she spoke, tears rained down and fell non-stop.

"Then don't come to me!" He still harsh her, making her afraid.

"Dust returns, don't talk about it." Liu Lingjun couldn't bear to see Taoling crying so much.

Momozu hung her head and wiped away her tears.

"Then I'll go!" She has been with Leng Yun for so long, and she has also learned some of her temperament.

She picked up her little baggage, and without looking back, rushed out the door.

I regretted it in a hurry.

Snowy nights would be quieter than usual, Momosuzu had never seen such a quiet night, she thought that the night should always be noisy.

Men and women laughed non-stop, the voices of fornication, the sounds of flirting, the voices of scolding, the voices of asking for money.

That's night!

Who knew that the night was quiet.

It's terrifyingly quiet!

She was holding her little baggage, the only belongings, standing at the foot of the doorstep of Drunken Flower Street, not knowing whether to go left or right.

There was a lantern in the distance, so she chose the lantern and followed.

"Yo! Girl! ”

This lantern is a drunk!

She was frightened and hurriedly ran back again, and the drunk chased after her, laughing and scolding, and tugging at her clothes.

The lantern swayed like a ghost fire on a grave.

She was frightened, and her arm hit him the stomach, once, twice, and finally broke free.

The drunkard got drunk, fell to the ground with a "bang", no longer got up, and slept in the snow, and tomorrow morning there would be another frozen corpse.

The lantern fell to the ground, and the only light in the world was gone.

She was afraid of the dark, she had never seen such darkness, so she cried.

Crying and walking, crying while walking.

I don't know where it will go.

I don't know when the tears will run out.

When Chengui heard her cry, his heart fluttered, but he reached out and covered his ears.

"Why do you ...... when you return to the dust"

"Senior brother, follow us, she might as well return to Chunxianglou."

"You don't have to be so fierce to her, she's so small, if you kick her out, how should she live?"

Qiuchen was silent, and Momoling's cry gradually faded away, as if she would never come back.

Finally, he also hugged his head and cried.

Who does not suffer.

Are all sentient beings, who have worked hard to fall into reincarnation and come to this world to suffer?

Or are they the only ones?

As soon as I pushed the door, the wind mixed with the snow poured in, cold and desperate.

Qiuchen returned a crane of his senior brother, the hem of his clothes was too long, and he held it on the ground and drew a river.

The wind and snow intensified, and there was no end in sight in the darkness.

There was no Momobell anywhere, and it was as if she had really disappeared.

He was in a hurry, and regardless of the pain in his body, he looked for her everywhere.

Finally, at the end of Drunken Flower Street, he saw her, a little one, squatting in the snow with her little baggage.

The snow kept falling on her, and after a long time, she turned white.

"Peach Bell." He shouted softly.

Momobell slowly raised her head, her lips that were bruised from the cold moved slightly.

"Dust to my brother......"

"Momoling, it's okay. Come home, come, come home with me. ”

She burst into tears, sobbing, whimpering, and aggrieved!!

He walked over, took her hand, and went home.