Jiang He lay on the edge of the river, the river slapped his face quietly, and a little yellow dog bit his face hard, and then ran to bite his fingers, barking anxiously, and after a long time, Jiang He slowly opened his eyes. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He sat up with difficulty, his fingers were a little white, his body was cold, a cold air spread through his body, and the little yellow dog wagged its tail excitedly beside him.

Jiang He shook his head and pulled out the mud and sand from his ears.

Last night, he jumped into the torrent with Wu Xiaobei in his arms, and then rushed down from the waterfall, and the huge drop made him faint instantly.

Jiang He stood up suddenly, and the surroundings were desolate, but Wu Xiaobei was nowhere to be seen.

The little yellow dog barked anxiously, then ran to the edge of the river, and then ran upstream, and the river followed the little yellow dog with his body that was about to fall apart.

Finally found Wu Xiaobei upstream, most of her body was still soaked in water at the moment, and Jiang He hurriedly helped her up. Her breath was so faint that she couldn't feel it if she wasn't closer.

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When Wu Xiaobei woke up, she was lying in a narrow mountain crevice, with a fire burning beside her, and the little yellow dog looked at her excitedly wagging his tail.

Her head hurt, it hurt like a tear.

Excessively channeling vitality into her body caused great damage to her sea of consciousness.

She slowly sat up, leaning gently against the gable, and a silent gust of wind blew in the mountain stream with a mournful and desolate voice. Wu Xiaobei hugged his legs and watched the fire being blown dying by the wind, and then tears fell uncontrollably.

"Xiu'er... Is it dead?" she sobbed softly, as if asking herself, as if asking the little yellow dog.

The little yellow dog seemed to understand her words, whined and barked, ran over and jumped into Wu Xiaobei's arms.

The little girl who was still laughing and mischievous in front of her yesterday is separated forever today, turning into ruthless ashes and disappearing between heaven and earth.

"Miss~"

As if hearing Xiu'er's voice again, Wu Xiaobei's tears instantly blurred her eyes, and the familiar voice seemed to be still echoing in her ears, and she finally cried out loud, tearing her heart.

She had never felt so lonely, she was the only one left in the world to stay in this desolate land, the beating flame like a prelude to death, sad and mournful.

She remembered that when she was a child, she was always alone in the empty yard, and the nightingale on the roof laughed at her, and the crickets in the flower beds laughed at her, laughing at her for always being a crybaby.

Until one day, a little girl came to his yard, helped her drive away the nightingale, caught the crickets, and then took her to the river to catch shrimp and wash her feet, and told her that she would always be with her.

But now, she is the only one left in the world.

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Jiang He didn't know how long Wu Xiaobei had been crying, when he came back, he only saw this poor girl holding her little yellow dog sobbing, he didn't know what to say, he had seen too much misfortune, and felt too much loneliness.

He grilled the fish he caught and handed it to Wu Xiaobei.

The little yellow dog struggled hard in Wu Xiaobei's arms, Wu Xiaobei looked up at Jiang He, he had a long wound on his face, some inflamed, which was left last night.

"Eat. To be alive is to have hope. ”

Wu Xiaobei wiped his tears, took the fish, and then broke off a small piece and fed it to the little yellow dog.

Jiang He didn't know what to say, and he was never good at comforting people.

The two of them sat quietly in front of the fire, silently munching on the tasteless fish.

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In a luxurious garden in Kyoto City, a middle-aged man in a precious brocade robe squinted and leaned back on a chair, two delicate walnuts slowly rubbed and rotated in his hands.

"Your Excellency, the mission is accomplished. ”

The middle-aged man stopped his movements and opened his eyes to the person kneeling in the room.

"Miss Wu family, are you dead? ”

The man kneeling on the ground trembled in his heart and whispered back: "Dead." ”

The middle-aged man cracked his mouth and smiled, and slowly stood up. He walked to the table, and there was a birdcage in front of it, and a black cloth hung on it, and he pulled it open, and there was a starling in it.

"Dead, dead. The middle-aged man shouted at the starling, with a grim look on his hideous face.

Starling craned his neck and screamed, "Dead! dead!"

The middle-aged man clapped his hands with satisfaction, took out the bird food from the box and fed it to the starling, who learned more happily.

"Dead! dead!"

The middle-aged man covered the black cloth and walked over to the kneeling man with the birdcage.

"Give this cage to Mishi-sama. ”

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Jiang He patted the ashes on his body and threw all the fish bones into the fire.

The fish in Wu Xiaobei's hand didn't eat much, and most of them were fed to the little yellow dog.

"Are you feeling better? Jiang He took off another fish roasted on the fire, gently patted the wood ash on it, then tore off a piece of clothing cloth, wrapped the fish and tied it around his waist.

Wu Xiaobei nodded lightly.

"Let's go, maybe they'll come. ”

They, naturally, were the same people from last night, with clear goals and meticulous actions, and they couldn't be wilderness rogues, so it was very likely that they would find the bodies of the two or kill them all.

Wu Xiaobei snorted and tried his best to get up, and Jiang He held her with one hand.

"Can you move? Jiang He asked.

Wu Xiaobei nodded, but as soon as he stepped forward, his body fell forward. Jiang He grabbed her, grabbed the little yellow dog by the neck with one hand, and then carried Wu Xiaobei on his back.

Wu Xiaobei was a little uncomfortable, and his body stiffly leaned on Jiang He's back.

The little yellow dog looked pitifully at Jiang He, who tucked him into his arms. Then he kicked the fire under his feet and walked towards the mountain with Wu Xiaobei on his back.

The mountains were silent, the squirrels climbed over the trees and rolled off a few yellow leaves from last year, a gust of wind blew, the forest rustled, and a few rays of sunlight passed through the gaps between the leaves, hitting Wu Xiaobei's face, she felt the body temperature from the river, which made him feel a little relieved, but the mountain wind was still a little cold.

"Dumb, you lied to me. Wu Xiaobei gently lay on Jiang He's back, no longer so stiff.

Jiang He felt the warm wind blowing in his ears, and it was a little itchy.

"Didn't you lie to me too? ”

The little yellow dog moved in Jiang He's arms and found a comfortable position to look at Jiang He.

Wu Xiaobei didn't speak, tears flowed out of his eyes again and fell on Jiang He's neck.

Jiang He looked at the road under his feet and sighed.

"My name is Jiang He. The river of the river. ”

Wu Xiaobei choked on his back, and tears fell down one by one.

"Don't cry, my clothes are soaked with you, and they will get moldy. ”

As soon as Jiang He said this, Wu Xiaobei cried even more fiercely. Jiang He had to stretch out his hand and wipe it on her face, wipe her tears away, and said softly, "Miss Wu, who are you?" ”

Wu Xiaobei didn't answer him, she hugged Jiang He tightly with her hands, and then choked up: "Mr. Jiang... Wait until you get to the capital... Can you do me a favor? ”

Jiang He said, "What's the hurry?"

"Help me. . . Draw the most beautiful portrait of Xiu'er. ”

"Hmm... Jiang He replied firmly.

Slowly, Wu Xiaobei stopped crying, only choked and sobbed gently, and the mountain wind blew dry the tears on her face, leaving only a deep trace. She didn't know when she realized that she had quietly rested her head on Jiang He's shoulder, Jiang He hugged his waist hard, and his feet stepped on the soft fallen leaves, making a gentle sound. Bypassing this mountain, there may be Kyoto ahead, and the river does not know. He just walked slowly, accompanied by the mountain wind and the boundless fallen leaves.

Wu Xiaobei quietly listened to the conversation of the mountain wind and the whispering of the squirrel, and after a long time, she said softly: "Jianghe, do you want to cultivate?"

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