Ling Hupo was one foot deep and one foot shallow, and returned to the small farm yard at the foot of the mountain like a sleepwalk, and he was just about to lift his feet into the house.

Suddenly, a figure flashed from the darkness of the room.

Frightened, he shrank and raised his eyes, but quickly regained relief.

In front of him was a young girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and a gray shabby robe, casually wrapped around her body.

A pair of big apricot eyes, but what they shot out was a cold gaze.

Her name is Xiuniang, her surname is unknown, she was picked up by the old hunter who went into the mountains to hunt a few years ago, and on the way home, said that she was a daughter-in-law for her son.

For several years, the old couple of Orion have treated her like a daughter, and this Linghu Po is not a thing, it is simply a beast.

This guy ate, drank, prostituted and gambled, went home drunk and scolded Xiuniang, saying that she was the reincarnation of a mourning star and a loser.

Once, the bastard lost all the money, and he bet on Xiuniang on the gambling table.

Thanks to the old Orion couple, they promised to repay the debt as soon as possible, otherwise, she would be sold to the kiln.

In order to redeem Xiuniang, the old hunter tried his best to go into the mountains to hunt, but he was injured by a black bear and swallowed his breath when he carried it home.

That night, the adoptive mother hanged herself.

The funeral of the second elder was still Xiuniang's kneeling and begging neighbors to help with the burial.

The adoptive parents are gone, and the lonely Xiuniang doesn't want to live anymore, it's really better to live than to die.

But when I thought of my biological father, I left a last word before I died.

In any case, she must grit her teeth and live strong to fulfill her father's legacy.

Ling Hupo saw Xiuniang holding a large package in her arms, obviously preparing to go out, he was surprised: "Xiu'er, you are..."

Xiu'er is the name given to her by her adoptive parents, and when Hupo doesn't get drunk, she also calls her like this.

Seeing that he returned empty-handed, in addition to disappointment, there was also fear, all of which floated on Xiuniang's cheeks.

In normal times, a casual look at Linghu Po, or a dry cough, can make her tremble for a long time.

At this time, she subconsciously hugged the package with both hands, like a sheep seeing a wolf, quickly flashed past him, and escaped out of the back room.

"Hey..."

Seeing that she ignored herself, and was so scared that Hupo opened her mouth to speak, but she didn't know where to start.

What do you say?

I can't say that I've just traveled through time and space, and the bad things in the past don't care about me.

Ling Hupo shook his head and sighed, then took off the iron bow and other hunting tools, hung them on the wall, and walked out of the house.

He frowned, stood in the courtyard for a moment, shivered, and walked briskly to the kitchen.

The stone and wood kitchen is very shabby, leaking everywhere.

On the rough dining table, there is a porcelain bowl with three corn nests.

Ling Hupo touched it with his hand, and it felt harder than a stone.

In two small earthen pots with missing mouths, each contained a very thin little millet bran porridge.

Oh, and half a dish of wild pickles.

Is this something that people eat?

It's a few blocks away from dog food!

But these are still Xiuniang, planted in a few mountains outside the courtyard, carrying water and planing the ground.

During the day, she washed and cooked, went up the mountain to chop wood, and worked in the fields, tired to death, but at night, she had to suffer from this gambler, drunken beating, scolding and abuse.

Looking at her bare and bruised arms, Hupo felt sad and ashamed.

Although this is a bad thing that the original owner did, the body is still the same, and it has not changed.

Then you have to take full responsibility, including all the things that were not before.

Seeing that Linghu Po lowered her head and looked a little weird, Xiuniang couldn't help but tremble, and hurriedly lowered her head to continue her eating.

She only eats a nest head and a little bran rice gruel in a broken crockpot.

When Ling Hupo's nest head in his hand was difficult to eat even half of it, she had already eaten it all.

"I'm not hungry, you can eat this!"

Ling Hupo was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly brought the earthen bowl with a nest head left in front of her.

He looked extraordinarily abnormal today, a little strange from the moment he walked through the door.

His speech became soft, and his vicious eyes, which used to be like wolves and tigers, became softer and slightly depressed.

All Xiuniang can think of is that this guy is changing his ways to make money.

"There's really nothing left at home, there are only two hens and a rooster left in the pen, I expect to hatch some chicks and pay back the seed money I owed last time, I beg you, don't sell the three chickens, okay?!"

Xiuniang's voice was full of crying, and her face was full of pleading.

After she finished speaking, her body subconsciously began to tremble again, and tears fell down her eyes, for fear that as soon as these words came out, she would be beaten and kicked again.

"I... I'm not going to ask for money! Seeing this, Ling Hupo hurriedly explained:

"I didn't do any work today, I just lay down on the hillside and slept for a while, not hungry, and you have been busy all day, this nest head will give you food."

This kind of thoughtful words came out of his mouth and drifted into Xiuniang's ears, which was the feeling of the sun rising in the west.

She glanced at the other party in disbelief, and thought to herself:

Could it be that he... His conscience was found, converted?!

The family only eats one meal a day, and Xiuniang is indeed very hungry, far from reaching a full state.

She timidly stretched out her slender hand, carefully picked up the last nest head, and stuffed it into her mouth, tears flowing uncontrollably.

This time, even she couldn't figure out whether this was a tear of emotion or a tear of sadness.

None of this seems to matter anymore.

Seeing Xiuniang gnawing on her nest head with tears in her eyes, Hupo lowered her head again uncomfortably, not daring to look up.

There was a sense of guilt in my heart.

He swallowed half of the nest head down from his belly with a few big mouths, picked up the small earthen pot, drank the bran rice gruel, drank it clean, and then added it to his mouth with his tongue, pretending to be very satisfied.

If this action is placed in the future life, it is estimated that you will have to starve for seven days and seven nights to have this realistic effect.

Imagine how fortunate it was to grow up in an era of affluence.

Xiuniang stood up and was about to clean up the dishes, chopsticks and earthen pots on the table, so Gu Po hurriedly grabbed it and flattered: "You have been busy all day, rest for a while, let me come." ”

She was stunned, stunned.

An earthen porcelain bowl, two small pots of broken soil, two pairs of bamboo chopsticks, without a little oil and water, wash it in a wooden basin, and then flush it.

"Xiu'er, wash your face and go to bed in the pit early, I'm tired." Ling Hupo put down the dishes and chopsticks, and walked over to her with great concern, and his tone was undoubted.

Subconsciously, he had regarded her as a relative in his previous life.

"I'm not tired, as long as you don't beat me at night, it's better than anything." Xiuniang looked up and smiled at him, and replied lightly.

Although the smile was a little bleak, it was the first time in many years, and perhaps the last.

But he was embarrassed and uneasy.

His instincts told him that she had packed her things and was ready to leave the house at any moment!