There is a girl named Hu Yiruo, fourteen this year, unusually beautiful, good at studying, parents are locals, generations of farming for a living, Hu Yiruo's aunt married to the field, every winter and summer vacation took her to the big city to learn some art training, coupled with her character, she is very different from the wild Xiao girls who grew up in the village, and the boys of the Xiao family also like her very much.

This phenomenon was dissatisfied with the Xiao family, and the Hu family's parents also realized that something was wrong, so they promised to let their children go to study at their aunt's, who knew that her aunt suddenly fell ill and died within a few days, and Hu Yiruo could only continue to stay here.

The ordinary embarrassment made Hu Yiruo still bearable, but gradually, the contradiction began to escalate, and they went from releasing insects at the beginning, to tearing books, and then to pulling their hair. The countless times of communication between the parents could not let Xiao Yiruo be spared.

Fortunately, Mu Xiaoxiao came, stayed with her every time, and let her live a peaceful life for a few days, Mu Xiaoxiao talked to Xiaoxiang about it in private, Xiaoxiang was also helpless, the family was too big, and some bad habits were already deep-rooted.

One sunny afternoon, Mu Xiaoxiao and Hu Yiruo picked flowers among the flowers and used them to weave garlands, and the little girl picked a lot of thorns and made one and put it on Mu Xiaoxiao's head: "Sister, you look so good when you smile." The little girl looked at her sincerely.

"You're good-looking, too!" Mu Xiaoxiao picked up the small wreath she had woven from Xiao Ye Chrysanthemum and put it on her head, and the two of them laughed.

"Sister, why are you staying in such a horrible place?" the little girl looked at her with big watery eyes.

"It's not scary here, these kids just haven't grown up yet, I'm going to protect you in the future. Mu Xiaoxiao smiled and held her face.

Mu Xiaoxiao didn't return to the mansion until the evening, and Xiaoxiang grabbed her: "Where have you been? She looked serious.

"What's wrong? I went back to school to pick up the charger. Mu Xiaoxiao replied with a smile.

"I'll tell you something, don't be upset. She stroked Mu Xiaoxiao's shoulder.

"What are you doing, scare me, say. Mu Xiaoxiao said as he put the charger.

"The little girl you are with a lot, the one surnamed Hu, was drowned, and I heard it was in the lotus pond in front of her house. Xiaoxiang said with some worry.

Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned, her heart was empty, and she felt uncomfortable, she looked left and right, and lowered her head to stuff the charger, I don't know if the bag is too small, how to fit it in, her hands trembled a little, hula, the bag all fell to the ground.

She froze again, turned and ran out.

There were still some people in front of the girl's house who had not dispersed, Mu Xiaoxiao stopped, looked around, and slowly walked to the mud pond, where there was a wreath made of wild chrysanthemums floating on the water, and the originally bright flowers had been wilted by the flood, and they could not be seen in their original appearance.

She took a deep breath, walked through the crowd, and saw a man covered with a flower quilt on a stool made of wooden doors, with only a pair of feet exposed, and a woman and a man with a sad face standing next to her.

Mu Xiaoxiao's tears swirled in her eyes, she walked over tremblingly, the heartbroken woman looked up and saw Mu Xiaoxiao, and her tears seemed to open the gate, which made her heart even more panicked, she ran two steps and stood still, stretched out her hand and stretched out, and finally made up her mind and lifted the corner of the quilt.

At that moment, the whimpering sound from her throat came intermittently, and the beautiful face of this little cutie in the past turned blue-black, which made her unbearable to look at it anymore. , her shoulders were hugged, Xiaoxiang's voice was very calm, and the calm was unbearable.

"Don't think about it so much, maybe this is fate. ”

Mu Xiaoxiao didn't speak, and was silent all the time. The people around were discussing how to bury the poor little girl, and finally agreed that Hu Yi could not be buried in a coffin if she was still a minor, so they took a straw mat and wrapped her body and buried it in the thorn forest.

Mu Xiaoxiao has been repeating the same dream for the past three days, dreaming that Hu Yiruo was weaving garlands with her in the thorn forest, laughing and laughing all the time, and suddenly, he saw Hu Yiruo standing there, turned around suddenly, and shouted, "Run, escape、、、、、、, and then there was a sea of fire.

Mu Xiaoxiao woke up from the nightmare again, she wiped a handful of sweat, the door was opened with a "squeak", a cold wind blew in, followed by Xiaoxiang's figure, she pulled Mu Xiaoxiao and ran out, Mu Xiaoxiao didn't even react, and was dragged all the way into the thorn forest.

Mu's little brain ached, and memories flooded into his mind like a tidal wave. She couldn't stand it anymore, she held her head, and only heard her own heartbeat "dong dong" beating violently.

She was burned to death by fire, burned alive.

But why? Why did Xiaoxiang have to go back to this era? What does this era have to do with her? She became a priest after she came, and everything went according to her expectations, why did she disappear again? Where did she go? Did she go back to the future?

A series of questions made Mu Xiaoxiao a little annoyed, memory is a very terrible thing, when there is no time, I think about it every day, it really comes, but the last touch of light yarn is hesitant and dare not uncover.

In the past few days, Mu Xiaoxiao studied seriously during the day, and began to look for memories cross-legged at night.

Rong Qing sometimes looked at her thoughtfully, and she smiled back.

There is no improvement in his own words, and Yunzhi smiles and doesn't speak every time he reads it.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and Rong Qing stopped Mu Xiaoxiao one day.

"This is for you. He handed over a baggage.

Mu Xiaoxiao took the burden and opened it to see that there were several sets of winter plain clothes neatly placed inside.

"Master、、、、、、" Mu Xiaoxiao was a little moved.

"It's cold, Your Highness doesn't seem to have sent you and worry-free warm clothes, so I asked Yunzhi to bring you some for the teacher, and the things Yunzhi chose must not be bad, so you can wear them first" Rong Qing said lightly.

"Thank you, master. Mu Xiaoxiao's nose was sour, and when he turned around, he was also complicated.

Since Mu Xiaoxiao regained her memory, she didn't know what she should do, and she had no chance to start. Now she suddenly had a plan.

Perhaps, this method will be a little unreliable, but she is really curious about what is the reason for her existence in this time and space, and she will definitely solve this mystery.

Back in the room, she put on new clothes, I have to say, although Yunzhi didn't say a few words to her, but she also had a heart, the upper body of this dress was just right, and the style was extremely elegant.

When she got out of the room, she frowned when she saw that she was still wearing thin clothes: "I'll wait for you, you go and change into new clothes." ”

Carefree didn't speak, and he still didn't move.

"Go, otherwise, you won't want me to cooperate with you like this in the future, but I know that you have been spying on me. Mu Xiaoxiao's face was calm.

Taken aback, he walked back briskly and walked out of the room in the blink of an eye.

This is a beautiful young man, Mu Xiaoxiao looks carefree, dressed in white, well-cut, he has been wearing gray before, it is not obvious, now at a glance, he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, he is really a teenager and an old man.

"Let's go!" Mu Xiaoxiao took the lead and strode away.

It was very windy all the way, and the wooden path went straight to the thorn bushes.

Worry-free didn't know about the psychological journey of this Tianmu Xiaoxiao, he just watched Mu Xiaoxiao sit cross-legged in the thorn bush with a calm face, his eyes closed, not knowing what he was thinking.

The thorns in early winter are not too bare and there are some leaves on them, but the taste of thorns is much stronger, this taste gets into the taste of Mu Xiao, as if it has opened up a channel, there are many small lights and shadows floating to give, gradually, Mu Xiaoxiao saw a familiar figure in the small light and shadow - Xiaoxiang.

As soon as Mu Xiaoxiao opened his mouth to call birth, a thick light and shadow broke off Xiaoxiang's image.

She snapped her eyes open, stood up, and looked around.

Seeing that her face was wrong, as if she was looking for something, she walked quickly to her side, Mu Xiaoxiao gasped and said, "Someone stopped me from seeing Xiaoxiang, and that person was looking at me!"

When he heard this, he immediately looked on guard, drew his sword and looked around.

The wind blew even more violently, and the branches of the trees swayed and made ghostly screams, which were terrible and terrifying.

"Worry-free, let's go back!" Mu Xiaoxiao was a little scared in her heart, and she unconsciously grabbed Worry-free's arm.

Carefree looked at her little pale face and nodded.

Mu Xiaoxiao clung to the carefree along the way, and it was dark all around, only the messy vegetation was dancing with teeth and claws.

She lowered her head, leaned against her carefree arm, frowned, and silently said in her heart: "Don't go out at night in the future, don't go out at night in the future, don't go out at night in the future、、、、、、。 ”