The night before entering the palace, he took me all the way to the market.

It is said that it is a street market, but in fact, there are a few lights, and a few old people are left, who will make some wild vegetable soup, paste some broken lights, turn off and say that they are placed in the river, so that the gods in the sky can see it, and then fulfill their wishes as soon as possible, so that they can become immortals.

This is a sick status quo, it can be a paste of preserved fruits, but it is not as good as selling these broken lamps, and people would rather go hungry and use the money to buy lamps than eat a bowl of mush.

Follow me all the way, dressed in shabby clothes and deliberately blackened dust on my face, to the stall.

Two bowls of paste, two lanterns, and cinnabar pens were brought over, and I looked at the worn-out lanterns and couldn't eat at all.

They all said that the cloth on the lantern was made of the clothes of the dead, and that the soldiers would pull the dead together into the pit of the dead, and then pull off their clothes and throw them into the ditch beside them.

Some people would run to pick up the clothes to wear because they had no food or clothing, and some would go and take them back, and they would break the wood and make lanterns, and then sell them.

The lanterns are indeed made of shabby clothes, and since I have been here, I have rarely gone out, and I have worked hard in the house every day, and now I am about to enter the palace, but I really don't know what kind of scenery is outside!

"Don't like it?"

I pushed the pen and lantern aside, and I guessed it right away.

He is a demon, but because he wants to stay by my side to protect me and be my attendant, he has been changed to black by the elders with a potion.

The inky pupils are even more beautiful than his previous green eyes, and sometimes, when I am tired of studying, the only pleasure is to look at his eyes.

For two years, I watched him drink the medicine that made people frown when he smelled it, and then stared at his pupils, every day, I watched when I was fine.

In this way, I witnessed these dark green eyes gradually turn into black pupils.

They start with dark green and gradually darken, until they are dark, black and shiny, and then fade to a dark brown with brownish tinges.

Sometimes I look at my own eyes in the water, in the mirror, and my eyes are everywhere.

My eyes were light brown with black ripples in the deepest part of my pupils.

Along the way, I was told that this was a sign of royalty and a symbol of their identity.

I'm the only one who was born like this, so it's rare and coincidental.

At the beginning, they asked me if I was hiding my identity.

I thought about it and felt that there was no need to lie, so I told them the truth.

I'm not from the tribe, but I picked it up from the house outside.

At that time, their first child, not long after birth, died, and the two of them were very sad, especially my aunt, who was reluctant to bury the child.

She kept holding him in her arms, and with my father, she agreed that when they were tired of walking and found a place, when they stopped, it was time for her to let go and give the child a rest.

At that time, there was only one way for her to compromise.

But, my aunt is stubborn, he doesn't want to let go, my dad accompanied her with dry food, and the two of them walked like this for a day and a night, climbed two mountains, and crossed three rivers.

My aunt gritted her teeth, but she didn't want to let go.

They just walked, even if they were very hungry, and they would not stop to rest, let alone sit down to eat dry food.

On the second day, as soon as the sun came out in the early morning, my aunt finally couldn't walk and sat down on the ground tired.

At that moment, her emotions reached the extreme, and she collapsed, and the whole person immediately cried heartbreakingly.

She can't walk, she can't walk after all, her child is gone, and now, his body can't be kept by herself, how can this not make her sad?

Daddy wiped his tears on the side, hugged her and comforted her, until her mood calmed down, then handed over the dry food, let her rest and eat on the side, and dig the pit himself.

As a result, just digging a little, I heard the baby's cry.

This baby is me.

At first, my aunt thought that her child was alive, and she was happy to hold him.

But my father was a hunter, and she quickly discerned where the sound was coming from, and following the sound, he found me in the tent.

The tent was a simple one, I was wrapped in rabbit skin, hidden in a collapsed corner, and there was blood all over the outside of the tent, and there were some human bones left.

Obviously, here, my parents camped with me, and they met the beasts, and then I was ignored by the beasts.

The bones were still just vomited, and it was clear that not long after this happened, Daddy didn't hesitate to pull me out of it.

Then he took me back to A-Niang and told me what he found here.

Looking at the footprints, the beast is very large, like a bear or something, it should not have gone too far after eating, it is very likely that it will return, and they can only leave as soon as possible now.

At that time, A-Niang looked at me, then at her own child, and decisively chose me.

They hurriedly buried the child who had not yet had time to grow up, and then hugged me, who was waiting to be fed, and immediately returned.

At that time, I was so thin that my health was always bad, and the whole person was so small that I couldn't eat milk in my mouth, so I could only squeeze it out to the palm of my hand and send it to my mouth little by little.

In this way, I stayed in the tribe.

In this way, Daddy and Auntie panicked, saying that I was their child, and God gave mercy to me and brought me back from the dead.

At that time, the tribe couldn't take in other wild children, and my aunt and father wanted to keep me, so they had to do that.

My eyes are a little special, but when they give birth to their own children, they are in the mountains and forests far away, and in this tribe, women can only go to the mountains and forests when they give birth.

Therefore, no one has ever seen their children, but when my father got dry food in the tent, he knew that their children were not in good condition, and I was afraid that they would not survive.

Everyone thought I was in a coma, but then, when I was older, they told me.

When I was twelve, my father took me there to worship.

My eyes, if they hadn't mentioned it all the way, I would have almost forgotten the teasing of Ah Niang and the people in the tribe.

Light-eyed children have the most tears, and they are destined to be difficult to raise in the future.

But I am good-looking, and as I grow older, I am beautiful and generous, and I have also won the love of the patriarch's son.

Since then, those statements have disappeared, and the words about my eyes have never appeared again.

"I don't like it, but I like your eyes!"

The mush hasn't come up yet, just right, I can elbow my head and look into his eyes, it's so beautiful!

Like the stars, like the spring sky, like the good old days I had.

I don't think there's anyone in the world who looks better than his eyes, right?