Now that I think about it, that was their first encounter.

Qin Zhao opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but Jiang Ying'er suddenly called him.

"Brother Qin."

“…… Yes? ”

Qin Zhao was a little cramped, she hadn't called him like this for a long time.

In the dim light, Jiang Ying'er's little face was delicate and fair, and her gaze was very quiet when she looked at him, and she couldn't tell what her emotions were.

A strange feeling rose in his heart, and he couldn't help but call: "Ying'er......"

Qin Zhao didn't hold back and held her hand.

Jiang Ying'er didn't break free, she lowered her eyes and gently glanced at the fingertips they touched.

Qin Zhao's eyes were happy, thinking that this was each other's acquiescence, and the warmth in his heart was like a stream in the sun, and he smiled unabashedly.

But he hadn't been happy for long, so he heard Jiang Ying'er whisper: "Brother Qin...... You don't want to be so nice to me. ”

Qin Zhao was stunned for a moment and looked up.

Jiang Ying'er didn't look at him, her gaze was very light, and it seemed to fall far away.

"Brother Qin, let me go and get out of here." She whispered.

"What are you talking about......" Qin Zhao frowned, "We could have walked together, you have to restrain your emotions every time, restrain what you want, aren't you tired?" ”

A teenager of Qin Zhao's age originally had a momentum. He yearns for everything in the outside world.

Several times he wanted to leave this small village with the end in sight, but Jiang Ying'er grew up with him since she was a child, and being with her every day has become a part of his life.

He felt that he could have taken her with him.

Jiang Ying'er was in a trance when she heard this, but in the end she still brushed his hand away.

"I'm sorry."

With that, she turned and carried him away.

Behind her, Qin Zhao shouted behind her: "Ying'er, are you willing to stay in this place for the rest of your life?" ”

Jiang Ying'er didn't look back, nor did she talk.

Actually, she thought, she hated this place, too.

But she's stuck here.

The voice behind him gradually disappeared, and probably Qin Zhao also left.

Jiang Ying'er walked to the house step by step, returning to the place that was not considered home.

If she turns back halfway, she can see the figure that has been staring for a long time in the background of the sunset.

But she didn't look back.

……

The house was dark, the surroundings were shabby, and there was no particularly big furniture.

Open the door, a smell of dampness.

The parents haven't come back yet, and they're going to work in town. Jiang Ying'er touched her stomach and prepared to chop wood for cooking, which she has been doing since she was a child, and she is extremely skilled.

I heard that those powerful people outside can use their spiritual power to make a fire, and they can draw the water from the well with a wave of their hand, so it must be much easier for them to cook, right?

There was a faint envy in her eyes.

As he was adding water to the pot, there was a sound of footsteps behind him.

Jiang Ying'er subconsciously frowned and looked back at the dark-skinned man behind her.

His facial features are mediocre, his eyes are a little dull, and he seems to have no focus. He is a little short, but fortunately, his body is quite strong, and the whole person looks a bit like a "stupid big and strong".

Jiang Ying'er said, "Brother, you wait first, the meal will be ready soon." ”

In all fairness, this brother doesn't look like her at all, and I don't know how this pair of parents gave birth to such a different child.

When the elder brother heard this, the corners of his mouth cracked, and he began to smirk, his eyes didn't look right, and his mouth made a muffled sound like "uh-huh".

Jiang Ying'er sighed.

Also, my brother is stupid, how can he understand her?

Jiang Ying'er walked over, patted him on the back, pointed to him and said to the door, "Go back to the back room first and wait, and I'll feed you later." ”

He can understand this on weekdays, but Jiang Ying'er ignored him after speaking.

The water in the pot began to boil, and it was time to serve the food, so she quickly turned around and began to get busy.

It was only a moment later that there was a crackling sound behind him.

Jiang Ying'er turned around in shock and found that her brother had somehow knocked over a few bowls on the table.

The bowl fell to the ground with a thud, and the sharp spot cut his hand.

A look of horror appeared on Jiang Ying'er's face, "You ......"

She didn't look like he was hurting, but she was afraid of the chain of things that would happen because of his injury.

"It's just a turn, and you're making things like this again." Jiang Ying'er took a deep breath, as if she was holding back some emotions.

In front of him, his brother sat on the ground, looking at the mess of bowls and bleeding hands, and smiling silly.

Jiang Ying'er looked at him complicatedly.

The family is already in a recession, and this is going to be winter again......

She looked at the broken bowl at her feet with pity, and her fingertips trembled a little.

In front of him, his brother was still smiling, smiling so happily...... He didn't seem to understand what had just happened. Breaking things, he's laughing, his parents are arguing, he's laughing, and other people's pain is a game in front of him...... Always.

"I really want to be like you, to be a fool who doesn't know anything, eat and sleep every day, sleep and eat, and someone to help me clean up the mess." She lowered her eyes and whispered.

Eventually, she took her brother to the back room and drugged him. Then he picked up a broom and swept the ground clean.

When the meal was ready, Jiang Ying'er was a little hungry, so she couldn't help but take a small bite, then picked up the bowl and fed her brother first.

As she did this, she was expressionless and silent.

Jiang Ying'er has been precocious and sensible since she was a child, and when other people's children are crying and jumping up and down, she is washing laundry and chopping firewood to cook. When other children went to the town to read the sages and learn spiritual power with those powerful people, she was still washing laundry, chopping wood and cooking.

There are no extra spirit stones at home, and if you learn these, you must give some benefits to the professors in the town, and your parents have always been unwilling. Or, for her, unwillingly.

She had seen Qin Zhao jump lightly, he could jump from a flat bottom to a very tall tree, and he would also use a little spiritual power, it was said that he had seen others use it, and he would be able to use it without a teacher.

Every time, Jiang Ying'er pretended not to care about these, because she knew that she couldn't have it, but she couldn't help but pay attention to everything related to spiritual power.

What a yearning, that kind of life.

Jiang Ying'er once heard an old grandmother talk about the powerful characters she saw when she was young. They can shake the mountains with a single sword, and even fly around in the sky with their swords, and every time they listen to it, they yearn for it.

Only when she thinks of this, her eyes that seem to be shrouded in clouds will have light, which is looking at things that are out of reach, and the expectation and yearning in her heart.

It's getting late.

The wooden gate rattled.

She knew her parents were back.

The mother's face was always covered with a sense of sorrow, as if she was forever worried about something, and the father's expression was still as impatient as ever, and those eyes seemed to be unpleasant, always full of anger.

Jiang Ying'er didn't eat enough at night, because there wasn't much food left, and most of it was fed to her brother.

She cautiously brought it up, and sure enough, she got her father's wrath.

"Why are you done eating again!? There are only two of you, how much can you eat? He glared at Jiang Ying'er, his eyes about to erupt with fire.

Before Jiang Ying'er could think of how to answer, her mother's exclamation came from another room.