Flowers bloom and fall in a blink of an eye, spring goes to spring and autumn comes a few times.

The girl who has just begun to bloom, and her inner feelings are like poetry, blooming in this sleepless forest.

The eyebrows are full of spring mountains, and the poor looks wrinkled.

Don't wet the flowers with tears, and the fear of flowers is also as thin as a person.

The man whom God had given her, ever since she had taken him back to the treehouse, had fallen into a deep sleep and had never woken up.

And the little girl made it at sunrise and rested at sunset, and the small tree cage had already been expanded into a big house by her, and not far from the tree, there was an acre of small fields, in which some crops such as tubers were planted.

A small ditch was dug next to it, and the stream was drawn from afar, and a small waterwheel was built on the canal, which was a mixture of nature and creation, which was extremely chic.

She tossed aside her rudimentary hoe, and the piece of stone wrapped in the vine on the wooden pole could not withstand months of toil, and a corner was missing from the hoe she had just made.

She sat down in the field, put her feet in the ditch, and washed the sludge with the clear water.

The muddy water flowed down the ditch into the distance, and when it was not far away, it was scattered into the stream.

Farther on, some cringing little creatures peered in the direction of the little girl, and cautiously but impatiently leaned over to the stream to drink.

"Drink, I promise not to catch you today!" she thought it was amused when she looked at the appearance of the little animal's thief brain.

In the early years, I don't know how many lost lambs came to the brook to drink, sometimes four or five, and sometimes in a large herd.

She looked at those vigorous and light little beasts, swallowed her saliva again and again, and then remembered Uncle Nian's teachings, and also thought of various methods.

Then she began to dig traps, and pulled many, many more vines to weave, and then laid out many large arrays, waiting for the little things to fall into the net.

However, she tried her best wishfully, and in the end she found nothing, those little ones were so alert, not at all the fools she had seen in the woods.

I still remember that Uncle Nian took herself into the mountains at that time and taught herself the skills of living in the forest little by little, which is a compulsory subject for every child of the family, but because of her special identity, Uncle Nian only taught her alone.

changed to an ordinary family, with the identity of Uncle Nian, I am afraid that there will be seventeen or eighteen children under his hands to study.

She remembered that at that time, Uncle Nian saw a pheasant, and the chicken was not afraid of people, so stupidly waiting for people to come up, and it tilted its head to look, and then was caught.

She thought it was funny at the time, and she took the lead first, seeing rabbits catching rabbits, seeing pheasants catching pheasants, and even the legendary overlord of the forest, it was just a matter of probing and grabbing the ground.

Now I know, but it turns out that those are all because of the person next to her.

The little girl watched as the muddy water grew fainter and fainter under her feet, and the small beasts gathered more and more in the distance.

The beasts were all like mad snatching the water of the slowly flowing stream, but they avoided her source, and did not dare to approach it at all.

She smiled, and smiled lonely.

took off the hat, threw it into the pergola made of dead branches next to it, put the other hand in front of his forehead, looked up at the sun that was gradually setting in the sky, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ten years have passed, but in a blink of an eye, this constant sunshine is still fiery red~"

She smiled self-deprecatingly, took some of the wild fruits that had been piled up beside her, washed them one by one in the stream, and filled them with a bowl of mud, and stood up and owed a lazy waist.

The poorly shaped tree clothes could not cover the girl's graceful figure, and the hard work of the years did not leave any traces on her body.

The golden blood comes from the Golden Township, and the people there will not suffer from injuries and diseases, nor will they have skin pain.

Any injury or scar, as long as the golden blood flows, is green and white jade, flawless.

It's just between the eyebrows.

The eyebrows have long known the taste of sorrow, wrinkles are also beautiful, and there are also sorrows, and there are girlish feelings.

Shy and unexplained, when will my husband return?

She picked a handful of phoenix flowers next to her, and when she saw purple, she liked purple, and when she saw red, she liked red.

The mind rises and falls, and the love is thin and thin.

"Eh", she cried out, and found that the thorny leaves of the phoenix flower had cut a shallow cut on her hand.

"Bad Flowers~Stinky Flowers~" She angrily threw away the yellow flowers she had just picked, raised her hand again, and put it to her mouth and blew it.

The wound was healing, but it was slowing down, not like when she was a child, and the wound was gone before she felt the pain.

"The bloodline has become thinner, but it's okay, so that it won't be found by the bad guys~" She comforted herself in her heart and stood in place and waited quietly for a long time.

The wound finally healed completely, leaving only a shallow white mark.

She watched the sunset on the horizon dim little by little, and the unchanging moonlight climbed up the hill again.

"The moon is shrouded in light mist, it's good to go to Lang tonight, hehe, my Lang Jun, I'm here~" She smiled sweetly and teased herself.

Back in the treehouse, up the wooden staircase, she opened the curtain door and walked inside.

There are all kinds of dried flowers everywhere, as well as summer dried galan grass, all of which exude a good smell and block the erosion of snakes, insects, rats and ants.

On one side of the room, a small bed made of wood, covered with soft animal skins, lay on it, motionless.

She took care of herself and tidied up the small window sill that had been blown by the wind, and some of the mud that had been covered on it was a little sticky, and after only two days of blowing, it peeled off one side, revealing the dry branches and dead leaves underneath.

She cleaned it up a little, and she didn't bother to get it again, she lacked too much, and she couldn't finish it, so she would just build another one tomorrow.

She removed a large piece of wood beside her, revealing a larger window, and the moonlight crept in and scattered half the room.

Squatting in front of the bed, he looked obsessively at the boy's increasingly plump face, and said softly, "I'm back~"

For ten years, this man who has been lying quietly is the biggest snuggle in her soul.

Taking care of him, taking care of herself, and taking care of this family every day has consumed almost all of her time, but no matter how hard and tired she is, in her heart, she has never been alone.

Because she knows that as long as she returns to this warm little home, this man will be here day after day, silently waiting for her to come home.

She gently brushed the man's face and body, feeling the heartbeat that gradually became stronger and stronger, and the strong and solid body day by day, she felt that everything was worth it.

"It's time to eat~My Langjun~", she said softly, took a stone chip next to her, and cut it heavily on her wrist, and saw pale yellow blood gurgling out of the cracked wound.

She put her wrist to the man's mouth and watched as the blood soaked into his lips little by little.

There was not a trace of pain in her eyes.

Ten years ago, he had first come to the cabin, and at that time there were not so many things in the room, and he was placed in the middle of the small tree house, his limbs straight.

She's not a doctor, she doesn't know herbal formulas, and after all, she's just a child.

Listening to the weakening heartbeat and feeling the breath of nothingness, she jumped up and down in a hurry, and finally remembered that the blood in her body was special.

Golden blood, the living dead, flesh and bones.

She didn't think much of it, she was ruthless, and she bit her fingertips and stuffed them into the boy's mouth.

Then the paleness of his face faded, his rosy grew gradually, his breath became long, and his heartbeat began to become stronger like a firewood thrown into a firewood.

So she understood.

The man God gave her was her savior.

But she is also his savior.

Bloodletting, feeding, she has been holding on for a whole ten years.

She once cried and was wronged, why did he feed so much golden blood, but he was still asleep and refused to wake up.

However, she is always reluctant to give up, which is already her rarest concern in this world.

She watched as the man sucked in her blood little by little, and watched the familiar paleness fade little by little.

"Eat slowly~Don't be in a hurry~", she was inexplicably moved in her heart, but she didn't know who was moved by this ups and downs.

"My father is dead, my mother doesn't want me anymore, and those who have known me have left me. ”

She thought about the past with some sadness, "Those who liked me, bullied me, helped me, and scolded me, those people ~ they all died ~"

She looked at the man with teary eyes, "I only have you left, only you, you~you~ wake up quickly~"

While crying, she saw that the wound was gradually closing, so she took another stone chip and added another knife to it.

The blood began to pour out again, and she put it to the man's lips again. Finally watched as those pallors faded completely.

"The bloodline is getting thinner and thinner, it's no longer enough to let blood once, wake up quickly, in case my blood is useless, how can I save you~"

She felt a little desolate in her heart, and looked at the wound that was slowly closing at a loss, and the severe pain finally pried her nerves.

"Ah~It hurts~", she covered the wound with one hand and lay down in front of the man, "It hurts~"

Countless days and nights flashed in her heart, she struggled and staggered forward in the wind, rain, and snow, building this small family little by little.

The words that her father once said always echoed in her ears, making her always face this cruel world with a smile.

And the glimpse of her father before his death also left a deep imprint in her heart.

So, she struggled to survive to this day.

So, he also lives to this day.

She trembled slightly, buried her head and muttered, "Be happy~ Be happy until you wake up, wait until that day, and that day~"

Suddenly, a hand moved over and touched her cheek.

She looked up in surprise and met a pair of starry eyes.

"Will you marry me that day?" the man looked at him gently, a twinkle in his eyes.

Her whole body fell into a stupor, her lips pursed, and she couldn't tell whether it was surprise, or nervousness, or fear, fear?

The man looked at him and smiled softly, "My name is Jialan, what about you?"

She was stunned, and suddenly heard the name, and finally woke up.

Looking at the flowers and plants in the room, bathed in the silver and white light of the bright moon.

Her expression was shy but determined.

Her voice was light and soft.

"Feng Ying~ My name is Lin Fengying!"