I opened my eyes and stared at the roof, and I didn't wake up until a long time after I woke up.

It was not the tattered roof of the City God Temple, but the little beggar was not much surprised in his heart, he turned his head slightly, and sure enough, a familiar figure was sitting on the side, and a woman was also there, looking in the direction of the little beggar from time to time.

"Wake up?" The goose-yellow light gauze was wrapped, and the silk was faintly sufficient, outlining the woman's figure very well. A crystal fell between the eyebrows, and there were fine feathers on the left and right to soothe and spread, and the eyebrows were gently raised, and the eyes were full of joy. The timbre is full of spring in the garden, and it sounds good and good.

The little beggar nodded his head, only answered in a dull voice in his throat, and turned his head slightly to look at the roof.

It's become a habit to get hurt along the way, and it doesn't seem to be so hard to get hurt. After waking up after being seriously injured a few times, he was still entangled in where he was and whether he was harmed, but now, he only had to look closely at it, and he only understood that the old flower was on the side.

The little beggar was silent, and the couple in the room were silent, and the woman in the goose yellow gauze stood up and looked at the little beggar, her eyes were sad and happy, and the old man still sat calmly and drank tea.

As the black man retreated and woke up, the scenes in the woods also climbed into his mind, not a lot at all.

Killed someone himself.

The little beggar remembered it clearly, but he felt the need for sadness to flow out in his heart, and after staring for a long time, he still found that he was very calm.

Apathy?

He knew that even if he was washed away by Heimang at that time, it would be more accurate than not, after all, Heimang controlled his words and deeds, but it was indeed considered in his mind, not reckless, and what really caused Heimang to rise was his own choice.

They deserve to die.

This is the answer that the little beggar came to after looking at the roof and being silent for a long time, as for whether he is indifferent or not, he doesn't know, but he knows that in the face of the thousands of lives under the fallen river, none of those who came to chase him were indifferent.

In the face of them, I can't help but be murderous, and I can't help but be indifferent.

The little beggar has read a lot of sage books, but as he himself said, he is half a sage, and there is some truth in this. The scenery of the world that he called Hanako to see, whether good or bad, is always more than the boys who read "Zhihu Ye" in the school, and it is also different.

So those six people who chased after him deserved to die.

If they hadn't chased and killed the little beggar, of course the little beggar wouldn't have been bored and went to them, but a group of people chased and persecuted, and many depressing things were lifted out.

The little beggar stared at it, his face was pale, and he remembered the little monkey in his dream and the black and red belt around his waist, so he wanted to lift the quilt to see, and it hurt for a while, but his hand could not be raised.

"I'm hurt, take care of it. The woman in the goose yellow dress walked to the bedside, sat down next to the little beggar, reached out to straighten the futon, and pulled the little beggar's fine hair to the sides.

The little beggar was about to turn his head and dodge, but when he looked at the deep waves of concern and sadness in the woman's eyebrows, he didn't move. Besides, this wound really didn't let him move.

"Aunt Lan. Lao Zhaohua said loudly, "This is Xiaoxuan Window." ”

The little beggar was silent when she heard this, just stared at the woman in front of her, it was clearly her sister's age, how could she call her aunt to go?

The woman didn't feel that she was said to be old, and there was a lot of love in her eyes, but she really looked like an aunt, and she felt a little strange in the little beggar's heart, and she couldn't say it.

This Xiaoxuan window in the capital of Xuanmiao is the place where the old flower and the little beggar agreed upon, the little beggar used to know only a name, but now looking at the decoration of this species, it should be a good inn at home.

But how did he know that this Xiaoxuan window was only so plain in Xuanmiao Country, or how could he occupy the most prosperous part of the entire national capital?

The goose-yellow woman who was called "Aunt Lan" by Lao Hua turned around and commanded outside, and after a while, the medicinal soup was brought and held in the woman's hand, still looking at the little beggar with a smile on her face.

The jade finger gently picked, pinched the spoon, and there was brown medicinal juice swirling between the glass spoons, and the moon-like woman brought it to her mouth, blew it for a while, took a sip, and then sent it to the corner of the little beggar's lips.

The little beggar was uncomfortable with this sudden intimate move, and his pale face showed some redness, and he wanted to refuse, but he had already opened his mouth, and his body was obedient.

When the woman watched him drink, the light of love in her eyes became even stronger, and in the eyes of the little beggar, in addition to strangeness, it was more of a kind of resistance.

Goose Yi didn't care, she still blew away the three points of heat of the decoction, her eyes gathered twenty-three points of tenderness, and she owed a lot of sadness in her heart.

The little beggar didn't move, only opened his mouth slightly and swallowed, and looked at the old flower, but the old flower didn't know when he turned his back and looked out of the window, but the window was obviously not opened.

If you want to say that the window decoration and carving are extremely beautiful, it is indeed extremely beautiful, but when does the rough old flower understand this meticulous work?

It is true that the window is not opened, but it does not hinder the people in the house from seeing the scenery, and there is a bright spring light in their hearts.

It's warm inside the house, it's hot outside.

But it's wonderful.

The goose clothes put down the empty glass bowl, and they didn't like it, so they took their sleeves and wiped them on the little beggar's mouth, and the medicinal juice was dyed on the sleeves, and they bloomed with water.

Before the little beggar could react, he felt a light aroma, not strong or light, also Zhuang and elegant, and then there was a soft touch between his lips, and after wiping off the medicinal juice, the woman took the jade hand and gently scraped the corner of his mouth to make sure that there were no more medicinal stains.

This coherent action made the little beggar a little resistant, but he hurt his body, but he couldn't dodge.

The sages said that there is a difference between men and women, and they should not be too close.

"Have a good rest, and Aunt Lan will make you some rice porridge later. ”

The woman in the goose dress pulled the blanket on the little beggar's chest up again, although it was a scorching summer, but it was not hot in this hut, some were cool, and some were warm, just right.

The woman took one second look at the little beggar and went out. The little beggar wanted to ask something, but the old man also went out with the closed door, so he had to raise his eyes alone and look at the beams of the house, and the sleepiness suddenly climbed up.

"I'm afraid the injuries of the king monkey are even more serious. ”

In the courtyard, the goose clothes and old flowers sat at the stone table, all of which looked very dull.

"He hasn't broken the shackles yet, and the king monkey has already lost most of his life to that extent. Lao Hua crossed her hands and looked at the fish pond in the courtyard.

"Can't you break it?" The sadness in the woman's eyes also swayed, she sighed heavily, and said hurriedly, "Stay in Xiaoxuan window, right?"

"You know that. ”

Lao Hua replied, but didn't say anything, and the two fell silent again. The chirping of cicadas in the trees, the ripples of the fishtails in the pond, and the dappled shadows cast by the sun make it very quiet.

"It's good to be a normal person. ”

Goose Yi spoke, but he didn't wait for the person in front of him to answer, but the gloomy look in his eyes had already explained a lot of things for Lao Hua.

"Then why do you want him to break his shackles!" The woman's voice suddenly became a little anxious, revealing some historical meaning, and her eyebrows frowned together, but she did not disturb the silence of the courtyard because of this agitation, and the fish and cicadas still sounded back and forth.

"I'll let him choose!" Lao Hua looked back at the woman in front of her with an angry face, her tone seemed calm and anxious, but her eyes were a little red.

The woman was speechless.

"I don't want him to be an ordinary person. Speaking this, the sadness in Lao Yuhua's heart also spit out, thick and thick.

Goose Yi quietly looked at the depressed man in front of her, and didn't speak again, but she understood some words very well. The man has the man's own sadness, no less than her.

"Let him choose for himself this time. ”

The woman spoke, her tone tinged with pleading, and she looked at the person in front of her.

The two looked at each other, and many different lights collided together. Lao Hua didn't want to look closely, so she turned her eyes away and didn't speak.

"How long?"

Goose Yi's heart sank, and she looked at the fish pond woodenly, but after all, she opened her mouth first.

"Up to three years. ”

With the sound of the old flowers, the woman in the goose yellow dress in the sun stopped talking, stepped on the bleak light and shadow of the summer, and slowly walked away, but the swimming fish in the pond felt a lot lonely, obviously in groups, but it seemed that because of the sultry heat, they could not arouse much interest in playing.

The old flower raised her eyes to look at the scorching sun, but she didn't feel dazzling, her eyes were roasted hot, her eyes were dry and dry, and the loess in her heart was also cracked and crawled all over, but it didn't hurt.

......

I didn't expect that the goose clothes were so late in the mouth, and by the time the little beggar who had drunk the medicinal soup woke up again, it had been two days.

The woman still looked at the little beggar with gentle eyes, these days, she was feeding medicine and porridge, and she was blowing with her mouth, and she was not bored.

The little beggar didn't take the opportunity to ask the old flower, and the time that the goose clothes spent in the little beggar's house was even more than the old flower. Always when he looked at him with his own eyes, Lao Hua looked at himself with the obscene look in his eyes, and the little beggar understood, and it was in vain to ask questions.