"Sister, are you hungry?"

"That fish is alive!"

Bang dang.

Liu Qianqian looked at the figure that fell to the ground in a daze, her eyes were blank, and the blood-stained dagger in her hand immediately fell to the ground, and the blade shook its head and tail before returning to calm.

And in her mind, this sentence inexplicably came to mind.

It all goes back about three months ago.

On that day, on the top of the cliff, there was a wind, a cloud surge, and pink and white peach blossoms circling and flying;

There is also a sword that splits the mountain of Tianxin Sect

cut off Liu Qianqian's line.

The swarthy stout man carried her to the edge of the cliff and was cornered.

Liu Qianqian's silver teeth bit her red lips, and she was delicate.

She turned her head and glanced at the lonely moon that seemed to be hanging on the top of the peak from a distance, and her eyes were resolute.

Then she said and jumped.

Lao Hei is loyal, he will not frown when he goes up the knife mountain and the sea of fire, let alone just jumping off a cliff?

So, he jumped down without hesitation with the eldest lady in his arms.

The mountain of knives and the sea of fire are exaggerated descriptions in the book, and people know that if there is really such a way, there will be no return.

And jumping off the cliff is also a bridge in the book.

Liu Qianqian still remembers that when she was a child, she admired those chivalrous men who punished evil and promoted good, and often sneaked down the mountain with a few alchemists, under the banner of a woman, to be a chivalrous man and fight a righteous battle.

Then they wandered around the city, and before they knew it, they were under the overpass, and before they reached the storyteller.

is different from the sound of Lang Lang in the school, nor is it as righteous and awe-inspiring as the history books of the hundred schools of thought, although the stories in the book are not vigorous, but they are very moving.

Liu Qianqian sat on the small bench with her head propped up, her expression was intoxicated, and she listened to it for a day.

It wasn't until the day went west, until the monks begged and urged desperately, that Miss Liu reluctantly stood up, patted the fine dust stained on her clothes, and then rubbed her sore little buttocks, and then reluctantly walked towards the boring and boring mountain.

But in her mind, those heart-wrenching stories never stopped.

Because, it was a dream

A pure dream.

It is not as cold and piercing as the rain and snow on a rainy night, nor is it as frightening as the black shadow of Qingfeng, even if it is a sinister and sinister river and lake, its ending is mostly applauded.

In that dream, there were thieves who robbed the rich and helped the poor to trick corrupt officials, there were white-clothed sons who returned with beauty, and there were chivalrous warriors who fought thousands of miles to hide their names......

What Liu Qianqian dislikes the most is the generous feather voice that is bleak and bleak, and what she disdains the most is the unrealistic cliff jumping adventure. The former is sad, the latter is laughable.

And she never imagined that she would face such a sad and ridiculous situation. When the dream happened clearly in front of her, Liu Qianqian realized that this was no longer pure.

Liu Qianqian closed her eyes and silently began to pray in her heart, if the dream is clear, then please let that ridiculous dream become a reality.

But dreams are just dreams after all.

Liu Qianqian was swept into the angry river and did not die, and Lao Hei, who was protecting her to the death, did not have such luck.

Liu Qianqian surged in the surging waves of rage, shouting desperately, desperately trying to catch the swarthy man, but the latter had long since lost even the slightest strength.

She remembered that the last thing she saw was Lao Hei's bright smile.

But after Lao Hei's body was submerged in this wave, a pool of blood red suddenly appeared on the surface of the river, and it disappeared again in just a moment.

Just like this era, the front river is churning, and the back waves are surging, and the little people can only go with the flow, and can only be swallowed by this ruthless wave.

Liu Qianqian closed her eyes in despair, there was endless darkness in front of her, this darkness was darker than the night in the sky, she let herself be pushed far away by this surging from south to north, and no longer resisted.

It's just that fate always likes to play tricks on people, but after the darkness, there is light.

Ga –

A goose broke in the clouds, Liu Qianqian woke up suddenly, for a while I don't know where the strength came from to support her straightened up, she raised her head, looked at the sky, only saw the red clouds like fire, and a lonely Hong who lost his way.

The sky is beautiful.

A great feeling of tiredness hit her, Liu Qianqian's brain was dizzy, and she almost collapsed, she smacked her already white lips, and looked down to see her bruised and wrinkled skin blistered by the river, and the clear stream below her.

It is a shallow beach with a lush shore and a pleasant view, and although I don't know where it is, from this extremely open view, I think it is already in the north.

Did you drift so far along the Angry Waves?

Liu Qianqian was startled, and before she had time to think about it, her body began to react after realizing it. Tiredness, hunger, fatigue...... The pain in her abdomen made her shiver and twitch.

Smack.

A cold touch fell on her face, and Liu Qianqian looked at it, and saw that a poor little fish seemed to have been pushed here by the rising tide of the angry river, stranded, and was now desperately twitching its body and tail, splashing and struggling.

Liu Qianqian looked at the little fish quietly, feeling a sense of sympathy, but her eyes were red at this time.

The law of the jungle has been like this for eternity, and she only thinks about survival.

Liu Qianqian trembled and stretched out her hand, grabbed the small fish, and slowly held it to her mouth.

She looked at it with helplessness and sadness in her eyes.

The same is true of the fish's eyes.

Then, as if she had made up her mind, she closed her eyes suddenly, opened her mouth and bit down on the little fish.

I don't know if it's because it's too unpalatable, or because Liu Qianqian wants to cry very much, the bean-sized tears are rolling down inexplicably.

"Sister, are you hungry?"

A crisp and beautiful voice suddenly sounded, Liu Qianqian was stunned, couldn't help but stop the movements on her lips, and followed the voice with a stunned face.

Behind a bush on the shore, a girl with a bunch head leaned over the low grass and trees, poked her head out and asked, looking at her appearance, she must be hiding behind the haystack to observe secretly.

Liu Qianqian hurriedly hid the small fish behind her, and then wiped the blood on her mouth, even if she was so down, she would never let outsiders see her appearance.

Seeing that the other party was so flustered, the tuanzitou girl laughed out loud, and then she stood up generously, raised her hand and pointed behind Liu Qianqian, and said with a smile: "That fish is alive!"

Liu Qianqian looked at the girl in a daze, and was at a loss for a while.

The head girl of the group jumped up and ran towards Liu Qianqian, the two pigtails on her head swaying like rattles, full of ease and cheerfulness: "Sister, do you want to come to my house? I have a lot of delicious food!"

Liu Qianqian supported the ground with her hands and wanted to stand up, but she couldn't do it.

The girl ran to her side, looked at her carefully with big eyes, and then stretched out a hand to her and smiled sweetly: "Sister is so good-looking, what's your name?"

Liu Qianqian also looked at her, but she ...... This girl looks to be over twenty years old, but she is in yellow cedar trousers, dressed as a child, and her expression and movements are so immature, almost like a child, there is an indescribable weirdness.

But this innocence does not seem to be contrived, and it inexplicably makes people feel reassured.

"My name is Xiaocha!" the girl hurriedly spoke, then tilted her head and added: "That's what the old man called me!"

"Old man?" Liu Qianqian didn't know why.

"Oh, sister, you understand when you see him, he's a weirdo, just like an old man on weekdays!" Xiaocha showed her white teeth and grinned: "Sister, you're very hungry, aren't you?

With that, he shook the outstretched hand.

Liu Qianqian seemed to have received some kind of infection, and couldn't help but grab that hand.

Xiao Cha exclaimed, pulled her up, and shouted with bared teeth: "Ahhh

When Liu Qianqian heard this, her face suddenly changed, and she pointed to the wet clothes on her body, and corrected: "It's the weight of the water!"

Xiaocha pouted depressedly, not knowing why the big sister in front of her was more accountable.

She helped Liu Qianqian, and when she saw that the other party couldn't seem to walk, she scratched her head, so she carried her on her back, and in an instant, the cold touch spread to her whole body, and her back was wet.

Xiaocha didn't care about these, but Liu Qianqian seemed to be a little reluctant and looked extremely restrained.

"Sister, you hook your hand around my neck, otherwise it will be easy to fall!" Xiao Cha turned her head sideways and emphasized.

Liu Qianqian hesitated and refused to start.

"Ahh

Frightened, Liu Qianqian hooked Xiaocha's neck.

Xiaocha giggled, walked forward step by step, and didn't forget to ask, "Sister, you haven't answered me yet, what's your name?"

Liu Qianqian pursed her pale lips and replied in a hoarse voice, "Liu ...... Qianqian. ”

Xiaocha frowned, nodded as if she didn't understand, looking like that, as if she was struggling with how to write this name in her heart.

Liu Qianqian's mind was dizzy, and she gradually lost the strength to open her eyes, but she didn't want to really fall asleep, otherwise this girl named Xiaocha would definitely not be able to carry herself back.

She closed her eyes and rested her head on Chacha's back.

She still remembers that in the last moment before closing her eyes, it was as if she saw the red clouds burning more vigorously in the sky, and the beauty was more moving.

It was like a painting.

In that painting, there are camellias as delicate as fire.