The morning of the day was quiet and slow, and it disappeared. In the afternoon, the girl sat in front of a few desks and buried herself in writing, Chongwen wanted to see what she was writing, but she stepped forward a few times, and her inner conscience always refused to give an inch. She wrote about an hour, wrote one, was stunned for a while, tore it away, and wrote another one, always seemed to write unsatisfactory, tearing it up as she wrote, look at this scene, it is not a literary score, and finally she sighed, kneaded Zhang Zhang's black and white noodles into a few balls, rushed out casually, pouted, and stopped writing.

Chongwen slowly stepped in front of the door, picked up a few crumpled paper balls, and then slowly spread them out, the corners of his mouth frequently raised slightly, outlining a charming smile.

"Yo, Miss Yue'er, what are you doing?"

Under the calm words and voices, my heart was pounding, and I threw the thread one after another, and glued back more than ten pieces of shredded paper, but I saw that there were only these eight words written upside down on the paper. Thinking about the deep meaning, I can't help but be stupid.

"Seeing what Jun Si means, forgive me for being unclean and sad. It means: How can you not rejoice when you see that the person you want is interesting to you? But I am not innocent, lest uncleanness grieve my heart. ”。 Combined with Yue'er's pen, the meaning of this writing is a little profound! I just can't figure it out. Can Miss Yue'er give me some advice? ”

"Different people have different understandings of feelings. And this sentence undoubtedly satisfies most people's fantasies about love. ”

"Oh! And then what? ”

"No then,"

"That ......"

"Let's go. I'm happy these days, thank you. ”

Then Chongwen brushed the front of the case, picked up a big wolf's hair, dipped it in water, closed the unpolished ink brick, and made a few random strokes, changing "forgive unclean and sad" to "unclean and sentimental". After that, he added a sentence at the end, "Knowing the moon understands its meaning,"

"Would you like to be my wife?"

"Are you kidding?"

"Haha, yes, you don't just take it as a fake."

"Yue'er. Don't hide the sad old things in your heart, now I have Chongwen, you can talk about it from the beginning. Please ...... Don't say you can't live with me, I don't say I can't live with you, and keep in mind the meaning of the paper under this ink pen. What is past is gone.

The future will pass one day. Only now, it will soon pass, and I will find the only soul mate of my life, and I am fortunate to have it; No, my life. So much for. So, Yue'er,"

Seeing that Yue'er still lowered her eyes and didn't speak, Chongwen panicked for a moment, but still pretended to be calm and said: "When you are frustrated, haggard, and conjecturing. I will stay by your side as always, and I will not lose my mind because of something, and maybe even more than before. Because that means you open your heart to me and bring me closer to the real you. That's what I want. The real moon, this is what I like, not about the past, just look at the present. ”

"I ...... Really? "That'...... Do you like me then?! Or is it just because of what Lord Star Swirl said that you ......?"

"Like is a mood, and love, it's a feeling."

"You who are full of poetry and books, who are full of books and books, where do you listen to a sentence?! I tell you don't want to take me as a victim of your career! ”

"What do you have that I can take advantage of? Being a victim is a comprehensive talent who has been reviewed several times. Miss Yue'er, you have no talent, no beauty, no background, what sacrifice should I take you? If it is the suppression of your aunt Fang Zheng Guanjue, I think, as a personal maid, you should not know that your aunt is just attached to the king of Loulan, and there is nothing else, just empty positions and glory. What do you think ......? Also, if it's because of King Loulan, do you think it's possible? ”

"How could it be?!"

"Strong Words ...... Reason"

The conversation between the two is like the turbulent waters of the Yellow River, rising and setting with the sun.

The wind blows, the rain falls, can it still be calm? Will it change its appearance after experiencing wind and rain? Or, is it the same, or is it the same as ever?

"Will the long passage of time make the picture fade directly? When our conversation begins, where will our fate go? Wisps of cause and effect, gone with the wind, you and me, the beautiful picture hides more sadness, I just want to say: with fate. ”

After hearing this, Yue'er's heart suddenly became anxious for some reason, lowered her eyes, thought carefully, and said slowly:

"Planting, inspecting, washing, cutting, stir-frying...... By the time I was four or five years old, I was already neat and skillful at doing these things on my own. One end looks at the firewood under the stove, uses a deformed iron pot to cook rice, and the other ends stand on a small wooden bench to stir-fry. The stove is too high, and if you don't do it, you can't reach it. It wasn't until I was seven or eight years old that I barely reached it. ”

"I remember when I was seven years old, my father came back from Cyprus. That day, I was so excited, I cooked the rice, stir-fried the vegetables, and finally set the dishes and chopsticks. Everything was ready, and I had been waiting for my father for almost two or three hours. At that time, the rice was already cold, and my father who had returned from a distance was still delayed, so he could only put the rice in the pot to warm it, and when I turned around and stepped on the small stool with a basin of water and wanted to add it, a short black figure suddenly rushed into the kitchen, quickly ran behind me, lifted a kick and kicked the small wooden stool under me. As soon as the small wooden stool slipped, my body was unstable, my heels slid and I fell backwards with the basin of water in my hand. ”

"Naturally, I fell heavily on the ground, and my ass hit the ground, and it hurt. It was the first pain I had ever felt in my life, but it wasn't the worst, the worst thing was that when the basin in my hand leaned back, the water in the basin splashed on the table behind me, and the five dishes on the table were all filled with water in an instant. Not to mention, the water also splashed through the whole body of the younger brother halfway. ”

Then:

"Daddy...... Father...... My sister poured raw water into the vegetables...... And splashed me with water! Woowoo woo ......"

Father? Sister?

The black figure shouted and ran out of the kitchen, and when he crossed the threshold, one accidentally tripped over the wood on the threshold and fell to the ground, and the little figure got up and ran out crying and shouting.

"Daddy! Father...... My sister bullied me! ”

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?"