Chapter 2: Wanji Temple (6)

The reason for this is that Cheng Jiao knows it.

On the island of Helios, it is a rarity for a child of six or seven years old to be with an old man of fifty or sixty years old. Children go to elementary school between the ages of four and eight, secondary school between the ages of eight and twelve, and school at the age of twelve to seventeen.

And the little girl who sells vegetables is here to sell vegetables with her grandfather to make a living when she should be in school, and passers-by think that they must be from a poor family, and their grandchildren depend on each other. But the little girl's voice is crisp and lively, and her little face is full of smiles. People think that this beautiful little girl is much smarter than the unlucky child in our family, and it is a pity that she didn't go to school, so you can help them a little, after all, "do a good deed every day" is the teaching of the gods.

No one could have imagined that this smiling little girl would be the only daughter of the Lord of the Hot Springs Hall and the Bone Craftsman!

The young Cheng Jiao enjoyed the satisfaction that this "well-intentioned deception" brought to both parties. People who rush to buy vegetables are proud of their good deeds, while Cheng Jiao greedily absorbs the warmth, love, and kindness given by strangers, which is exactly what she longed for when she was young.

She knew from a young age that her grandparents took her from the city to hide in the mountains because she was different from other children.

There are a lot of differences.

For example, she remembers everything.

She remembered that the first person she saw when she first came to the world was a wrinkled mother-in-law, who had a completely white left eye, probably blind, and blood stains on her face. This is nothing, because at that time, Cheng Jiao was also covered in blood. The mother-in-law's hands were cold and uncomfortable to hold, but she quickly sent her into a warm embrace, and then she saw her mother. At that time, my mother's long hair was wet with sweat, and she looked at her with a surprised expression, a drop of sweat fell onto Cheng Jiao's cheek and slid into her mouth, the taste was salty and astringent, which was the first taste she had in this world. Someone next to him cried and said, "Our baby, our Chengjiao, let me hug it!" She was replaced by a warmer and wider embrace, and it was Daddy. He was so young, more handsome than he is now, and he still had a small braid on the back of his head. He kissed Chengjiao's little hand, and the hard stubble hurt her, and she was not very satisfied, so she cried.

For example, she has excellent eyesight.

When she and her grandparents were still living in Goldfish Alley, not far from the Plaza of the Gods, in the hot spring city, they often climbed up to the August laurel in her grandfather's yard to peek at the two brothers next door playing. They bent down and stared intently at the two crickets in the white stone basin, flapping their wings and chirping. Cheng Jiao called the elder brother of the two brothers from the high tree to check the thigh of the big cricket, because there was a bite mark there, and the ability to jump was hindered for a while, and the younger one must take advantage.

People don't distance themselves from a child because she has a good memory or eyesight, of course because they don't know how good her memory and eyesight are. What they couldn't stand was another difference in her.

Cheng Jiao is always dreaming, all kinds of dreams. These dreams were so vivid that she got up to chase them, or to follow the instructions in them.

She ran out in a dream, picked up the stones on the ground and painted, and painted them on the door panels of her neighbors, on the walls, on the water tank, on the stone tabletop. At first, it was just some straight lines, curves, circles, triangles, and people didn't care, after all, sleepwalking is not a big deal, everyone just said that the child was too energetic, and he was not honest when he slept at night.

But gradually, the paintings took on outlines and added content.