In the courtyard door, a dirty little hand was caught in the crack of the door that was gently pushed open, and it suddenly startled me!

The door was blown wider by the wind, and I could see clearly that it was a child in dirty clothes who had fallen in the doorway - a little beggar?!

I ran up and helped him up, and it was indeed the dusty face of the little beggar yesterday with his dirty hair—

How could there be so many blood stains on his body? But his body was not damp, but had a dry heat that seemed to have been roasted by fire.

I didn't think much about it, I took him back to the room, there was a room next to the embroidery room, which was my play room when I was a child, and it had been vacant to put some bits and pieces, but there was a bed and a quilt inside, and occasionally Han Sanxiao would come to rest.

I wanted to change into clean clothes for him, but he kept holding his body so tightly that I couldn't break his hand. Asleep, and such a strong sense of self-preservation.

I boiled some medicine, and then added a quilt to him, after sweating in the first half of the night, I was also very tired and fell asleep, in a light dream, I vaguely heard him in a dream, crying with the voice, I thought he was awake, and hurriedly got up to talk to her, but she was still not awake, just crying in a dream, like a wounded kitten, quietly sobbing.

I was distressed and said, "Child, don't be afraid, don't cry......"

He quietly opened his eyes, tears twitching in his eyes, and whispered like silk: "Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming......"

I laughed and said, "You didn't dream, do you remember me?" We met during the day, my name is Yan Fei, why don't you wait for me to get you the silver and leave? I've been looking for you for a long time......"

He looked at me with tears in his eyes, reached out and touched me, and quickly shrank back: "It's not a dream...... It's not a dream......"

"It's not a dream, I'm alive, I'm warm—what's your name? Remember where home is? ”

"No name...... I don't have a home...... What about them? How are they? ”

"What about them? You fainted at my doorstep, how can there be anyone with you? ”

He stopped talking, not knowing what he was recalling.

"You don't have a home, do you have a place to go after that?"

"I ...... Ann ...... "He wanted to speak and stopped.

"What? If you don't have a place to go, stay here, okay? Although I'm not a big family, it's always no problem to provide you with food and clothing, don't dislike it. ”

He looked at me with tears on his face, and suddenly used all his strength, slipped off the bed and knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to me heavily: "Great kindness, I will be rewarded for being a cow and a horse in this life." ”

I was startled, and immediately helped him up, and said with a smile: "How can it be so serious, you don't need to be a cow or a horse, you just think that I am tired and want to find a companion——"

The little beggar with the tent raised his head, and I saw clearly that the eyebrows were delicate, the sharp nose, and the soft face like eggs—he was actually a girl.

No wonder she made herself so sloppy and hugged herself so tightly when she slept.

"You're you, girl?"

The little beggar gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Poor boy." I stroked her dusty hair, and my heart was so sad that I couldn't do it.

Early the next morning, I seriously discussed this matter with Han Sanxiao and Song Lingjian.

I thought about it for most of the night, and made up a belly of words to refute them, but no matter what the situation, they didn't object.

Han San smiled and said: "You can raise whoever you like, anyway, I can't eat less than three meals a day, and I can't do more, if there is a little errand to listen to my call, it would be better." ”

Song Lingjian didn't say a word, and he didn't want to meddle in my life at all.

What's the situation? I should be moved and happy with such a result of winning without fighting, but I thought about the manuscript all night and wasted it like this, is it a little unwilling, and I practiced in vain?

"She doesn't have a name, Song Lingjian, you are literate, can you help her choose a name?" I'm kind of pushing the boundaries and pushing the bottom line.

Han San interjected with a smile and said, "It's called watermelon, it's called watermelon, it's because of the two watermelons that this injustice was born." ”

I glared at him: "Didn't you notice that I didn't ask you when I asked Song Lingjian?" If you are dead and fragrant in the night, you will go cool on one side, and you will be hated with one mouth. ”

Song Lingjian finished eating, carefully put the bones in front of the table in the empty bowl, and really thought about it seriously for a while, and said, "It's called Xia Xia." In the middle of summer, late summer. ”

"Xia Xia."

Han San smiled and rolled his eyes: "Xia Xia, it's really easy to get this name." If it is picked up in spring, it is called spring and spring, autumn is called autumn and autumn, and winter is called winter and winter. What is the middle of summer, late summer, as if they are very cultured. ”

Song Lingjian put the bowl containing most of the bone fragments on his head, got up and left.

I almost didn't laugh.

Xia Xia, Song Lingjian kissed.

In the first half of Xia Xia's life, we didn't have as much time as we do now, and I often heard her screaming in the middle of the night waking up from a nightmare, and then wandering around the room with a suppressed cry.

The first time I invited her to eat with us, her eyes flickered, cringe, I handed her the rice, she snatched the rice bowl and hid in the corner of the courtyard, curled up and ate desperately, for fear that someone would snatch the same as her, I looked very heartbroken, Han San smiled and said, this is begging is difficult to change, it takes time to change, just like this begging slowly accumulated.

She would tremble when she saw the leftovers we had thrown away, and several times I saw her sneaking them back and hiding them in the room.

I asked her, "Xia Xia, there are only slags left in those meals, if you like it, I will make you fresh tomorrow." ”

She said, "No, don't throw it out, if you're hungry tomorrow, you can still eat it." ”

She couldn't change this problem until one day, Han Sanxiao came up with a way, he asked us to let Xia Xia take the rest of the food to the street to give to those beggars, and Xia Xia slowly changed the habit of collecting leftovers.

We also set the first day of Xia Xia's arrival as Xia Xia's birthday, May 18 every year.

Every time I celebrate her birthday, she always cries, she hugs me tightly and repeats the words: "Great kindness, be a cow and a horse in this life, Xia Xia will repay Sister Fei with all her might." ”

Always have to say as much as you want.

Think about it, during this time, how much heart I have made her bear, how many tears I have made her shed, and her swollen eyes that cried two days ago are still slightly swollen even now.

Xia Xia, I'm sorry, I ignored you, I've been immersed in self-punishment and self-abandonment, but I never thought about your feelings, I ignored you like this, but you have always been by my side.

I'm so stupid.

I touched the back of her scarred hand, and I was sure to knock on the ground when I fainted, thinking of the old days, how could I be worthy of my promise?

Xia Xia's hand suddenly moved lightly, and he patted my head gently: "Sister Fei, don't be sad." ”

I held her hand tightly: "Are you awake?" Do you think it's better? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you go to Liucun alone, I almost hurt you. ”

Xia Xia seemed to have experienced a catastrophe, her expression was empty, but she smiled reluctantly: "It's okay, I took the wrong path by myself, in fact, it's not so good, where is there anything as terrifying as those people say, and there will be nothing in the daytime, don't you think it's a good return?" ”

I cried and said, "It's me who is too weak, and I'm sorry for you for a little thing." ”

Xia Xia smiled: "If Sister Fei likes it, she can do anything, just don't belittle yourself." If she can, Xia Xia is willing to suffer for Sister Fei. ”

If Sister Fei likes it, Xia Xia will grab it for you.

Sister Fei can do anything, just don't belittle yourself.

This is my Xia Xia.

"I swear I will never despise myself." I wanted to wake myself up with two mouthfuls.

The next day, I got up early in the morning, fried my own medicine, cleaned up the room, and in the drawer of the dressing table, there were still two babies lying quietly who had not had time to return to Haipiao. I couldn't help but put the bead in the palm of my hand again, facing the sun, a circle of colorful rainbows blurred on the palm, and the surrounding light gradually flowed into the bead-

Kara, Kara, there was a dull voice, and I turned my head to look, and the pear bell was swaying crisply in the wind, as if calling to me. There was no wind around, and no one knocked on the door, so why did the bell suddenly ring on its own?

I quickly put the two things back in the drawer, for fear that I would be robbed.

Suddenly, a gust of wind slammed the door against the wall, and suddenly a gust of wind slammed the door against the wall, as if someone was very angry and slammed the door!

"Bang" pulled, the bell on the door slammed on the door panel, and before it stopped, there was another huge knock on the door, and the bell was thrown to the ground, with a crisp sound, it seemed to be broken.

I hurriedly ran to pick up the bell, only to see that a crack had broken out of the mouth of the bell, and I put it to my ear and shook it gently, only the sound of metal striking.

Broken bells? This does not bode well.

Suddenly, a flying shadow slid by the doorway, and I immediately followed out, and the figure seemed to be familiar, as if it had been engraved in my own blood and bones—

I instantly had the feeling that someone had come and alarmed the dumbbells on this door.

But when I turned my head, I felt ridiculous, a dumbbell used to scare others, and it wasn't really a door god.

I went to the market to pick up some fruits and pastries, I paid special attention to the people on the stalls, and sure enough, there were several stalls missing, all covered with dense tarpaulins, and I couldn't ask anyone why. Have these people who suddenly left without saying goodbye all become unprovoked ghosts?

I shuddered and walked to the Yamen at the west end. In order to avoid the terrifying West Flower Plain, I deliberately took a long detour, which was really a sin.

In front of the Yamen Courtyard, there was no one to guard it, and the fallen leaves covered the road when I came, rolling with my group, like naughty little things dancing up and down with my feet.

This is in response to yesterday's words, and I came to thank Shangguan Yan.