Xiao Junjue raised her eyes and stared at Rong Zhao, her eyes flashed with a glimmer of stars in the shadow of the red candle, looking at her black loach face, Xiao Junjue stretched out her hand and wiped her cheeks. His fingers were slow, as if he were caressing a rare treasure. In Rong Zhao's daze, he hugged her, his chin was against her forehead, and he had a rough and low voice because of the injury, lingering in Rong Zhao's ears, "Zhao Zhao." ”

Like a hungry person walking in the desert and seeing a vast ocean, Rong Zhao was happy to feel that he had inserted his wings and became a bird flying high and flew into the clouds.

A "Zhaozhao" seemed to call her heart.

This sound was like a dream, so unreal, if it wasn't for him really embracing her, she really thought it was a dream.

Rong Zhao didn't know that this was not the first time he had called her like this, he had also called her this when he woke up after that poisoning, but she didn't hear it.

This time it was different, she heard it clearly, it was real, like a needle piercing her heart.

Rong Zhao smiled with tears, a teardrop turned around in his eyes, and he stubbornly refused to stay.

She can't cry, she can't shed tears, otherwise Xiao Junjue would think how much she values him.

The tear swirled back and forth in her eyes, but finally fell, and the candlelight flickered on her cheeks, which were as small pearl-sized teardrops, dyed orange-red.

She admits that she is just so uncompetitive, who makes her like him.

Xiao Junjue didn't say anything more, it seemed that all the words had been condensed in that "Zhaozhao". On this night, they held it like this, and held it for a long time.

It's really hard to live in the mountains for Rong Zhao, she can't get used to living in the past two days, let alone eating, looking at the food on the table, but she can't lift chopsticks.

Living here, she eats coarse grains and wild vegetables, she usually eats and wears fine, how to swallow such meals.

Yesterday, the old woman saw that she barely ate much, knowing that she was not used to eating, and today she specially baked vegetable cakes, but with wild vegetables as the filling, Rong Zhaoguang felt sick to his stomach just thinking about it.

She knows that the eldest lady is kind, but if she can't get used to it, she can't get used to it.

"Why can't you eat it?" Xiao Junjue saw that she only watched and didn't eat, and knew that this was not to her appetite.

Rong Zhao looked at him, pursed his lips, and said forcefully: "I'm not hungry." ”

Xiao Junjue didn't know about her, and said, "That's it, I'll go into the mountains in a while, see what prey there is, catch a few and let the eldest lady make them for you to eat." ”

As soon as he heard that he was going to enter the mountain, Rong Zhao hurriedly waved his hand, "If you hunt before your injury is healed, you don't want to die? She grabbed a large cake and stuffed it into her mouth, not chewing it, but swallowing it directly into her throat. Drinking medicine with her is a principle, you won't feel unpalatable if you don't chew, and the most important thing is not to starve anyway.

There was a shallow arc on the side of Xiao Junjue's mouth, "Eat slowly, don't choke." ”

"Hiccup-" As soon as the sound fell, Rong Zhao choked, and she slapped her chest a few times, "Shui-water-hiccup-water-"

"Tell you to eat slowly. Xiao Junjue hurriedly poured her a glass of water, Rong Zhao was in a hurry to drink water, and drank a big bowl of it, Xiao Junjue felt that she was like a child, "Drink slowly." ”

Finally smoothed the thing stuck in his throat, Rong Zhao made a bitter face, "This wild vegetable pie is really hard to swallow." ”

"Don't swallow it if it's hard to swallow, see what the eldest lady has done for you?" The old woman came in with a stew cup with a smile, and just when she walked to the door, she heard Rong Zhao say this, so she took it.

The stew pot is placed on the table, and when the lid is opened, the smell of chicken soup is fragrant.

"I think you can't get used to eating our things in the mountains, but fortunately, the old woman has raised a few chickens, which will come in handy this time. ”

"This—" Rong Zhao didn't know what to say, she had heard the old woman say that her chickens were not for eating, but for laying eggs. Each chicken lays an egg every day, accumulates it for a month, and then sells it for money.

But now he killed them and stewed soup, Rong Zhao didn't feel good in his heart.

Seeing her squirming, the old woman was generous, "It's nothing, it's just a chicken, and it doesn't lay eggs when it's old, so I want to kill and eat it." Besides, your father-in-law's injury has just recovered a little, and it is time to make up for it. ”

The chicken soup is fragrant, and the little gluttonous worm in Rong Zhaozhong's stomach can't help but cry, but she doesn't want to accept it.

Her haughty pride was at work, she felt as if she was receiving handouts from others, she felt like a beggar.

This strong arrogance made her embarrassed, and ran out here in the difficult pestle.

"What's the matter? Did I say something wrong?" the old woman was stunned for a moment, watching Rong Zhao run away, not knowing what to do for a while.

Xiao Junjue secretly sighed in her heart and said to the old woman, "It's none of your business." Xiao Junjue took some broken silver, which was the only money they had left, "These are for you, this chicken should be bought by us." ”

"I can't ask for this money, I stewed it for you to eat, and you didn't buy it. The old woman excused herself, "That's it, there is still a surplus of money you gave for medicine last time, I think your lady may not like to eat chicken, then I will let someone bring something in, what do you want to eat?"

"No hassle. Xiao Junjue still stuffed the silver into her hand, "You can take this money." He looked outside and said, "I'll go see her." ”

Rong Zhao squatted against a tree, and the tears couldn't help flowing, sobbing and crying, and his shoulders shrugged.

Suddenly, a handkerchief was handed in front of him, Rong Zhao looked up, Xiao Junjue raised his hand, "Here you go, wipe your tears." ”

Rong Zhao snatched it up, clutched it in his hand, looked at him with tears in his eyes, and said, "What are you doing here? ”

Xiao Junjue pulled out a handkerchief from her palm, gently and forcefully wiped the tears on her cheeks, his tone was very light, like a soft feather floating on the blue waves, "What are you crying about?"

Rong Zhao's eyes were as if they were soaked in a layer of moonlight, and he looked straight at him. She hugged him, her chin resting on his shoulder.

Her tears soaked Xiao Junjue's shoulders, "I feel like a beggar, I have to rely on other people's alms, and the kind of people I used to despise the most." I know that I have a rebellious temperament, I often look down on this, I don't look down on that, I think all ordinary people are inherently lowly, I feel that I will always be high and bow down to all beings. I just thought it was funny to watch a group of people rush to the bloody slaughter of some random silver. I think that only with money and power, I can play anyone like a monkey. ”

"Since I was a child, Gao Yunyi told me that I have a noble status and a prominent family background, and everyone flatters me, and I can be as domineering as I want in Changge City. I don't need to pay attention to the people in Changge City, they are just a group of lowly ants, and they are not worthy of lifting shoes for me. ”

Xiao Junjue caressed her back and listened to her continue, "I am arrogant and lawless, and I don't give face to anyone except your father." Before I was ten years old, I rode in the streets, and my whip struck whoever stood in my way. Even, I rode a horse chasing people and running and playing, watching them run away with their heads in their hands, I couldn't laugh straight up when I rode on the horse. I know that the people of Changge City did not scold me behind my back, and they even cursed me in their hearts for falling down and dying while riding a horse, that is, God opened his eyes, except for one scourge. ”

Indeed, Rong Zhao's actions are indeed hateful, but at this time, Xiao Junjue felt a little sorry for her in her heart, she didn't have her biological mother by her side since she was a child, and her stepmother's malicious instigation raised her temperament badly, and raised her into an object that everyone hated.

If, if her biological mother were still alive, she would never be like this, she would be as knowledgeable and talented as the rest of the ladies, and would not bear the notorious reputation of a wicked woman as she did later.

Xiao Junjue didn't say anything to soothe her, but just hugged her harder.

"Except for the closest family members, no one really likes me, and those who revolve around me are only because of the Ronghou Mansion and the Protector Mansion, as well as your father's favor for me. I know what I would have been without these dependencies? Just like now, what is the difference between me and the beggar who writes about begging in the streets? But the eldest lady, who didn't know us, not only took us in, but also killed the chicken that laid eggs in exchange for money and stewed it for us to eat. ”

"I don't like to accept alms from others, and I'm ashamed of the alms I've given to others. Compared with the eldest mother, I realized that my "charity" was so cheap. No wonder when you were in Meishan, you want to scold me and throw me into the beggars' pile, Qiushui said that I have a hard mouth and a soft heart, but in fact, I am not at all, I am more poisonous and poisonous, but I am a little bit of money, I really feel that I can trample on everyone, and I can wantonly trample on the dignity of others. ”

In front of Xiao Junjue, Rong Zhao had never said so many words, and she had never even cut open her heart in front of anyone.

In fact, it was not because she felt that she had been given charity that hurt her arrogance and dignity, but because she was moved from the heart. Perhaps it was the old couple's dedication without asking for anything in return that made her once again realize the preciousness of this kind of sincerity between people regardless of returns, which she had never seen in her life in the golden fan, that simple, sincere, and precious thing.

The leaves were messy in the wind, and there was the sound of layers of waves blowing on the shore in her ears, Rong Zhao's cry gradually subsided, and Xiao Junjue's hand stroked her hair, "Let's go in if we've cried enough, I'm hungry." ”

Rong Zhao rubbed his tears on his clothes, raised his eyes and glanced at him, this person is always cold and indifferent, and he will not say a good word to coax people. She raised her hand to hit him, but she didn't do a real punch, just landed lightly on his shoulder.