Chapter 213: Father and Daughter Meet Again [I]

Gu Lingge slept soundly, and when she opened her eyes again, it was already dawn. She moved her hands and found that she had no strength at all, and now, she was kneeling in a courtyard.

She turned her head back, and the two tattered doors under the tattered tiled thatched roof were closed, but the two large holes pierced her like a pair of eyes, and it was too cold for the wind outside to blow in.

She didn't bring much clothes, and her body was thin, and the moss on the ground was wet and sticking to her clothes because of the rain that had just fallen, giving her the illusion that insects were crawling, and she felt disgusted in her heart.

Looking ahead, it's a temple. Because she was too far away, she couldn't see clearly which god was worshipped, and only saw a red silk around the neck of the shoddy statue, as if she was going to make a cloak, but gave up halfway.

This should be a temple that has been used but has been abandoned for a long time, the futon is left idle, and there is even a large bush of small mushrooms growing on the side facing the light, with slender and transparent stems, delicate and weak umbrellas, which looks like a small jasper, very cute. It's just that Gu Lingge didn't pay much attention.

She didn't know who had tied her here, but now that she had looked at her surroundings, she began to probe her inner strength.

No, nothing. Gu Lingge frowned. Although she knew that something was wrong when she woke up, she didn't feel a trace of internal strength. She rolled her eyes, and forcibly ran a small Zhou Tian with her true qi, and found that her internal force was locked.

Because of the assassination of the Queen Mother, there was not much internal force left in her body, and now it was all sealed, and she felt dizzy and cold all over her body.

She was smart not to shout, but when she pricked up her ears and felt that no one was coming, she quietly shook her wide sleeves, trying to shake off the dagger hidden in it and cut the rope.

But before she could move one, two, three, she already felt tired, and her body involuntarily softened, as if she was going to be unconscious in the next moment. She fell to the ground, and all the strength in her body seemed to be drained.

Now she is like a wasted person, tied up and it takes a lot of effort to even roll in either direction, there is a large puddle of moss next to her eyes, and the muddy water that splashed up when she falls just falls into her eyes, but she can't use her hands, she can only blink hard, as if she is crying to forcibly clean up the muddy water.

She curled up sideways, listening to the sound of the wind outside blowing the woods, and the leaves of the sampa trees swaying and spreading in the silent space, not noisy, but every minute and every second was telling of loneliness.

She saw a swarm of ants not far away, as if it had just stopped from the heavy rain, and began to work diligently. They didn't know where to find a piece of moldy steamed buns, and they divided their labor to make it into small pieces, and then lifted it over their heads and carried it away little by little.

Gu Lingge looked at them in an orderly and unhurried manner, and suddenly felt very lonely. It was the first time she had found loneliness in a long time.

She felt a little hungry, she was tied up here, no one came, and she didn't know the purpose of the other party, she just lay like this, letting the water droplets and mucus on the moss crawl little by little on her thin clothes, she sneezed several times, but fortunately there was no runny nose.

She was still a little dizzy in her head, and complained in her heart that the stamina of that medicine was really great. I don't know how long it took, someone pushed open the door and walked in, looked at Gu Lingge's embarrassed appearance, snorted, and then helped her up and sat down, without loosening the tie, and didn't wipe her face, and then he squatted down and picked up her chin.

"Owner, is it okay to stay here?" It was a strange face, and he was also a person he didn't know, Gu Lingge didn't remember that he had seen him at all, but the cruelty in his eyes made her a little uncomfortable.

"I sealed several acupuncture points in order to make you kneel well in the morning, and now it seems that the owner of the village is really good." When Gu Lingge investigated the internal force, she unconsciously rushed away from the acupuncture points, and the long-term tension in her body was lifted, and she naturally felt weak and her center of gravity was unstable.

"Who are you?" Gu Lingge felt uncomfortable in his voice only after he spoke, a little hoarse, as if grinding on sandpaper. She doesn't worry about her own safety now, she just cares a lot about the identity of this person. After all, if you want to die, you have to know who the other party is.

"The owner of the village is such a big man, busy with affairs every day, how can he remember us bedbugs who will not be looked at?" There is a long scar on the other party's face, which runs straight from the right forehead to the sideburns, which is not terrifying, but it is a little noticeable. And such a special wound, Gu Lingge couldn't remember it, but she really didn't know this person.

"Bed bugs also suck blood." Gu Lingge ridiculed him. If she loses in the hands of others, she is defeated, but she is high-spirited and unforgiving at all.

"What the owner said is, it doesn't matter what it is, when you see blood, whoever doesn't rush up in a hurry is a fool, isn't it?" The other party was laughing at Gu Lingge, "Liulizhuang is obviously such a big industry, it hasn't been long since it has just flourished, and the sweetness hasn't been tasted enough. ”

"If you can't bear it, shouldn't you be in charge of this Liulizhuang?" Gu Lingge heard that there was a strong sense of resentment and unwillingness in his tone, and roughly determined that he was the one who had a relationship with Liulizhuang, and then she turned her eyes and carefully observed his behavior.

The other party was completely unaware, or afraid that she would recognize herself. He took out a white-flour steamed bun from the baggage he brought in, and wanted to hand it to Gu Lingge, but her hands were tied by the reverse scissors again, he sighed again, broke a little, and fed it to Gu Lingge.

Gu Lingge was not afraid of him being careful, so he opened his mouth to take it and chewed slowly. She had some texture, the flour slid a little hard down her throat, and she coughed twice.

The other party touched his head, simply put the steamed bun in his hand, stretched out his arm, and the steamed bun was next to Gu Lingge's mouth. Then I took out the xiaolongbao from the baggage and ate it sweetly one by one. Gu Lingge doesn't pick, but he can eat well. The two were speechless for a while.

When the other party finished eating the buns, Gu Lingge had just solved the steamed buns. He clapped his hands and stood up, stomped on his legs that were about to go numb, and then pulled Gu Lingge's hair to force her to stand up, dragging her towards the temple.

No sooner had they crossed the threshold than the dark clouds outside began to come with thunder, and soon it began to rain heavily. Gu Lingge saw the raindrops outside hitting the ground, and suddenly felt a little pity for those ants.

"Owner, look at the weather, tsk" The other party shook his head and smacked his lips, and threw Gu Lingge to the side of the incense case with brute force, she rolled in advance so that she didn't hit her head. "When I came out of the capital a few days ago, it was still covered in snow and silver, and when I arrived in the south, it rained and blew non-stop every day.

"This seat is to create 100,000 injustices, 10,000 lonely souls, and it is not your turn to come to this seat. Don't you say, third child? Gu Lingge understood who this person was, but after she understood, her heart beat even faster, and she shuddered, and her eyes locked on the other party.

Among all the people she knows, only the third child next to Gu Huai will always be impatiently tsk, and only the third child will give her food, and she will not be soft when she tosses her.

Gu Lingge didn't know what kind of person the third child was, he would think about himself and not starve himself, but after receiving Gu Huai's order, he would torture himself madly. It's annoying to be tossed back and forth on the edge of life and death, but it's hard to tell if this person is good or bad for you.

Because he didn't let you die, but he didn't make you feel better either.

"It's not, the owner of the village is always the owner of the village, even if he fell into the mud pit and was crushed, pinched, flattened and ground into powder, he is still the owner of the village." The third child spat on the ground, looking at Gu Lingge's eyes without sadness or joy. After so many years, he has almost forgotten what Gu Lingge is like, but there are some small habits that can't be changed no matter what.

"So what? Your lord has come back to find this seat? In the eyes of the third child, Gu Lingge is a little unreasonable because she has never been able to understand Gu Huai. Like what she said now, so many years have passed, and she still can't call Gu Huai a father, and the things that can be solved by taking a soft seat have not been completed until now.

"The lord and the owner have been separated for many years, and they finally found it, so it's natural to see each other." The third child went out with Gu Huai, but Gu Huai's footsteps were still slower after all, so he hadn't arrived yet. In addition, although Gu Huai didn't say anything, the third child still knew what his plans were. So he came alone, trapped Gu Lingge first, and talked about the rest later.

"How do you know I want to see him? Third child, you have fallen. Gu Lingge staggered and sat down against the altar, the sharp edges and corners made her back hurt, but she still had a smile on her face, "I actually learned from the mountain bandits to do the thing of kidnapping tickets, is this still the great martial artist of Liulizhuang?" ”

The third is Gu Huai's general nursing home, and later when Liulizhuang was built, he became the first great martial artist, responsible for training and keeping watch for Gu Huai. He also used to be Gu Lingge's master, but he only had ten years, so he didn't know much about Gu Lingge.

More often than not, he tosses Gu Lingge with Gu Huai, Gu Huai is responsible for giving orders, and he is responsible for doing it. With Gu Huai here, Gu Lingge didn't dare to act rashly, which gave the third child the courage to act recklessly. Why Gu Lingge can't move, the third boils down to Gu Huai always being Gu Lingge's father, and she won't be a disobedient son.

"Master's matter, how can it be degenerate." The third child snorted, looking at Gu Lingge, whose sideburns had been scattered and wet on his face, this embarrassed appearance reminded him of the bucket of water that Gu Huai splashed on a winter night, "On the contrary, it is the owner of the village, who has forgotten all about it in just a few years, and he is embarrassed to say that it is for the good of everyone to lose all his family property, but this statement is biased." ”

"Biviality? Do you think you are qualified to mention these two words to this seat? "Gu Lingge has seen Gu Huai and Lao San biased towards others and herself countless times for so many years, no matter who says she is biased, these two people are absolutely unqualified. In their eyes, she has never been a daughter, and she has never been qualified to be a man.

"The owner of the village should put away this self-title, Liulizhuang is dead, don't you think it's ironic." The third child was angry when he thought that his master's efforts for so long had been in vain overnight, and he looked at Gu Lingge and wanted to kick her.

And he did. He walked over to her, then lifted his right leg and kicked her right leg directly into her waist and abdomen. Gu Lingge couldn't hide, he suffered this kick hard, and there was a feeling of turning over the river and the sea in his stomach, but he didn't spit out anything when he opened his mouth.

Her eyes were black, her mouth was bitter, and she felt very uncomfortable, but the third child seemed to have touched the scales, and after kicking her, she couldn't help it, punching and kicking, slapping her hair, and he became tormenting her like before, making her feel like she was in a nightmare for a while.

She fainted again, looking at the third child's distorted face, as if returning to childhood again. It seemed as if it had been a dream for so many years, and when she woke up, she was still a child, struggling between the blur of flesh and blood every day.

All disasters do not seem to end, a big dream, she is still the little girl, living in the gap between despair and hardship.