Yue'er didn't have an explanation at all, her thin body was grabbed by her father, whom she hadn't seen for many years, and it was a wild beating. Her mother held back her tears and pumped frantically with small wooden sticks, and her younger brother, who rushed into the kitchen and kicked off the small stool, bit his fingers and stood innocently watching her being pumped.

He looked at her very innocently, and the eyes that had fallen and cried were round and clear, the huge beaded black eyes blinked again and again, and the colored clothes lined his round and fat face with clean and white strands, and his lips and teeth were white, like a porcelain doll.

"Daddy, mother, what's Yue'er's crime!?" Yue'er doesn't cry, doesn't make trouble, doesn't beg for mercy. The way she was beaten has always been like this, only increasing.

Even though it was a tattered garment of linen, the place on his body that had been pumped was still hot and painful. Seeing this, her mother let go slightly, threw a small wooden stick, took a breath and ignored her lying on the ground like a lifeless dilapidated doll, whether she was dead or alive, turned around and held up her withered yellow hands, picked up her porcelain doll-like brother, and coaxed: "Oh, good, good, hungry, mother, let's cook, you can eat immediately......"

Yue'er watched her mother, who loved her in the past, suddenly corner the corner with a strange brother and got up with a trembling gritted tooth.

My mother didn't know my brother's name, but she smiled slightly when she heard my father's words. That day's lunch, I didn't have my share. I was just outside the kitchen door, quietly watching. I didn't dare to go back to my room to rest, I knew that if I did, my porcelain doll-like brother would definitely come back to find my ballast after dinner. Or, that room is no longer your own. ”

Follow the small river in the village to the west until you stop at the small temple at the entrance of the west village. The small temple is a little dilapidated, except for the first and fifteenth days of the new year, if someone comes to burn incense and worship the Buddha on weekdays, it means that the person's family is not peaceful.

Yue'er hid in the dark side of the northwest of the small temple, and behind her was a long tree road full of slopes. Turning over the emerald green slope, there is a small barren slope, and there are scattered grave mounds on the barren slope. Yue'er is very familiar with this area, and every time she is beaten or doesn't want to be found by her brother, she hides here.

Yue'er picked up the small stone and traced it along the outline of the holy Buddha portrait on the south temple wall. She painted the image of the Jade Emperor on top of Maitreya Buddha, and whenever she was in a bad mood and hid here, she would use small stones to trace it again. Over time, the portraits on the temple walls became deeper and deeper, and the ravines became more and more obvious, as if they were deliberately carved by the craftsmen.

The portrait is not small, as big as a nine-year-old Yue'er's bodyframe. Yue'er finished one stroke at a time, one stroke after another, threw a stone and broke a branch of the blue flower, made a strong and fierce leather whip, and whipped directly on the sparse and broken portraits on the wall.

In my memory, it seems that there are still repetitive movements, those actions, those scenes come to mind one by one, hanging in my eyes, a bit like my mother pumping her with a small wooden stick, thinking about it carefully, but I don't feel like it.

When Chongwen heard this, his heart was shocked, and he wanted to raise his hand and gently touch the tips of Yue'er's hair, but he found that his hands were too heavy, and his heart was full of strength attached to his entire body, especially those hands that had never suffered hard work.

After calming down for a long time, I only felt that my eyes lit up, as if I had this familiar picture somewhere.

There is obviously something slightly strange about this scene.

The boy raised his eyes from afar and looked at the portrait on the wall: the portrait on the wall was rough and clumsy, but at a glance, it was not difficult to distinguish that the figure in the painting was his favorite famous god and fierce god, especially the charm of the five shapes, which was 90% similar to the book!

"May I ask this girl, what are you doing here?"

Xiao Xiaoyue'er turned her head, Chongwen was not moving, but the little girl didn't react, she just slapped the portrait on the wall with a branch and didn't look at them. Chongwen waited for a while, and could only take the lead in speaking.

Her clothes were covered with dozens of patches, large and small, dirty, and her hair was black and straight, tied in a bunch with only a vine, messy, not like a comb but with her hands.

After turning around, she slapped the portrait of the ravine into the abyss so hard, as if she had a deep hatred with him Chongwen, and looked sideways, but the expression on the little girl's face was as calm as a lake, which couldn't help but make him curious.

At a young age, he was already impatient to arouse a burst of curiosity about him at this time.

"My brother is talking to you!" Chongwu also helped when he saw this.

Hearing this, Yue'er finally stopped the movements in her hand, turned sideways and raised her face slightly, skimming Chongwu with only one eye, and then looked at Chongwen, her eyes touched, the branches in her hand slipped down, and she turned around and ran backwards to Yang Changlin behind her. Her movements should be neat and skillful at that age, but just after being beaten, her body is not so flexible. It didn't take a few runs before he was caught. Someone came to stop her waist and snatch her down, Yue'er endured the pain of being whipped on her waist board, and struggled with her feet crossed.

"Brother, brother, do you know her?" The man on the black horse had already dismounted, and ran up to them, asking in a loud voice.

Yue'er stopped struggling and turned her head to glare at him. She hated this man, he had the same round face as her brother, like a porcelain doll, he was a boy, but he was more delicate and pink than a girl. He didn't like his voice Yue'er either, he was obviously older than her, tall, and looked like he was eleven or twelve years old, but his voice was brittle, as if he was still a doll.

"What were you doing?" Chongwen hugged Yue'er down the long slope, with a smile on his face, and asked good-naturedly.

Yue'er looked up at him. He was wearing a white jade robe, his eyebrows were picturesque, his lips were slightly curved, he was holding a book with a wooden handle in his hand, and a Lantian jade pendant in the shape of a star and moon fell from his waist, and his black hair was lazily draped, half of his length was just over his waist, and only a jade-colored ribbon was loosely tied at the end. Although it is not like the nobles of the palace, there is a natural luxurious and elegant temperament, which slowly overflows from his heart from the inside out, like a light orchid with a silky fragrance.

"Tell me what you're drawing and why you're doing that unusual."

Although the body is a little smaller, but the facial features, the expression and temperament, as handsome as a picture scroll, although she has not seen any picture scrolls, but she has heard of it, and naturally comes out of her imagination.

"I ...... I ......" Yue'er became more and more panicked. I think of the beating of my father and mother and the bullying of my younger brother.

"Brother, let's go, this is obviously a little abnormal here." Chongwu chattered on the side, and tapped his head heavily.

Not to mention that he neither knew nor seen the little girl in front of him, but she not only slapped his portrait, but also called out some strange words, isn't there some nerve? Let's go, brother. ”

Yue'er was a little unconvinced, but said incredulously: "Why does he call you brother, obviously he is stronger than you." Listening to his old Chen's voice, fifteen or sixteen years old, he actually called you brother! ”

Not only Yue'er, but Chongwu also felt very strange. Instead of thinking about it, the more strange it becomes, it's better not to think, "You little girl, hurry home!" The sun is about to set, and you are still nerves here? In case you provoke something unclean, hehe! ”

Chongwen decided to make all this clear and understand, Yue'er still wanted to struggle, but the person had been carried on horseback by Chongwen three times and five divided by two. He jumped on his horse, grabbed her with one hand, grabbed the horse stiff with the other, and drove the horse forward with a soft "drive".

Chongwu on one side followed with a straight face, ignoring the two of them, and all his anger was controlled on the belly of the black horse under him.

Chongwu always maintained a smile on his face, and asked without turning his head sideways, "What is the girl's surname?" Girl's age? Where does the girl live? ”

"Don't!" Yue'er gathered all her strength to resist, but all the resistance rebounded, and it was useless. But she can't go home now, let alone take two strangers home.

"Chongwu, you go and ask for directions." Chongwen drove his horse to the right, signaling Chongwu to go first with his white horse.

Yue'er's resistance was still useless, and the development of events was not under her control at all.

Walking into the village, I asked a random passer-by, and I replied: "It's Yue'er, tsk, it's very pitiful, her house is in front of the fifth fence house that turns left on the left, and it is in tatters, and it leaks half of the top." ”

"Yes, it's pitiful, the whole village knows that she is poor Yue'er."

In Yangchang Village, there are many poorer people than her family, and there are more children than her family, but she should be the most pitiful of all the children in the village. It's not terrible to do housework, but it's terrible to be beaten if you do housework; It's not terrible for Dad to come back, it's terrible to bring a son back, and the whole heart is filled with her brother. It's not terrible to have a younger brother, but the terrible thing is that every time this younger brother bullies her, he always looks at her with a very innocent expression, and her father and mother never ask who is right and wrong, and directly beats her up.

There are also kind-hearted people in the neighbors, who see her being beaten and starved, and after being tortured, sometimes they will secretly stuff some healing medicine and give her a steamed bun. But she doesn't like this, she doesn't like others to always look at her with sympathy, and she doesn't like how helpless others seem to be by handouts, so she always sneaks to the dark side of the northwest of the small temple alone, hides in the hidden narrow space between the small temple and the forest slope, and sketches the statue of the god by herself to heal her wounds.

"Yue'er, you are a dead girl, you don't wash the dishes, the dishes are not checked, and the rice is not warm! Where are you going to be lazy again?! Chongwen hugged Yue'er before getting off the horse, and a middle-aged woman rushed over, pulled Yue'er from his hand, and didn't care that there were strangers present, and slapped her head and face.

Chongwen Xian didn't expect this to happen, so he intuitively stretched out his hand and stopped the middle-aged woman's hand with a slight flick of his sleeve.

"Huh? …… Who are you? ”