Baiyue

Yonghua twenty-one years

In the lonely mountains, something looms, and if you look closely, it turns out to be a dilapidated small village.

The villages are not large, and there are only a few dozen or so wooden houses. Looking at the whole Baiyue, it is really very inconspicuous.

In the early morning, the sun rises slowly from the west, giving off a warm sunlight that shines on the land, and the unique mist between the mountains envelops the entire mountain village.

Shine, warm......

Halfway up the mountain, next to the village, on the side of the country road, butterflies, dragonflies, all kinds of insects attract each other, for a while, this mountain really has a fairyland-like scenery.

As the saying goes, the plan of a year lies in spring, the plan of a day lies in the morning, the plan of a family lies in harmony, and the plan of a lifetime lies in diligence.

A group of young women, ranging from fifteen to twenty, washed their clothes together by the stream in the back mountain in the small sunlight, and the young women were barefoot, beating their clothes with mallets and sticks, with the sound of wet water.

Although he was busy in his hands, he was not idle in his mouth, and he recounted with everyone the interesting things he heard elsewhere.

After all, the village is so big, and the neighbors are very familiar with each other.

In this group of women, the little girl who has been silently washing clothes and not speaking is also the most conspicuous at this time.

Although the farmer does not raise idlers, it is rare for such a young child to go out to work.

The little girl was about seven or eight years old, and although her clothes were a little shabby, they were clean.

In addition to the fact that the whole person looks a little black and thin, the big eyes on the small face are very outstanding, and a pair of eyes are so black that they seem to be a pair of black pearls, shining and precious.

But there is no innocence in those eyes, which is what an ordinary little girl should have at this age, and some are just premature maturity.

"Little fish, come to wash your clothes again. ”

The little girl who was called Xiao Yu'er looked back and saw that it was a newly married young woman, "Sixth sister-in-law, sixth sister-in-law is so beautiful today." ”

"The little mouth is so sweet. The young woman smiled shyly, "Xiao Yu'er, I saw you hire a doctor yesterday, isn't it that your father's eye disease has been committed again, how are your father's eyes now?"

Apparently the young woman's question pleased the young woman.

"Well, thank you for your concern, my father is still the same, and the doctor can't tell what kind of illness he has. ”

At this, the little girl's eyebrows furrowed, and the sorrow was visible to the naked eye. Only she knew that her father's eyes were not sick......

"Hey, Xiao Yu'er, I heard that there is a big man from the fairy family in the nearby Shijia Village, and what is he collecting it......?"

An older woman next to her suddenly put down the mallet in her hand and slapped her thigh, "Oh~ I remember, it's Huigen! ”

Baiyue, cultivating immortals and ascending, is not a legend.

It can be said that as long as there is an immortal cultivator in a family, then the rest of the family will also benefit. So much so that almost everyone is very enthusiastic about the incident of cultivating immortals.

But how can it be so easy to cultivate immortals.

Not to mention how many people with lofty ideals have been intercepted by the low price request of the woman's mouth. Even if you have something intangible, do you have money? Do you have a background? Can you guarantee that the immortal cultivation resources you bought will not be robbed?

The little girl had obviously heard of the benefits of becoming an immortal cultivator, but the situation in her own house was really a little bad, her bright eyes suddenly dimmed, she had to give up, and shirked, "No, no, thank you, auntie, my father is still at home, I am a little worried." ”

"Hey, you doll, don't you still have us. ”

The little girl smiled and did not argue, and lowered her head to scrub the last piece of clothing.

She also understands what her aunt said, but she still can't rest assured after all. Let's not say that my father's eyes are not good, just the work at home can't be done by others, not to mention, she doesn't have the money to cultivate immortals.

Seeing the little girl's behavior like this, there was nothing that the previous woman did not understand, and it was difficult to say anything more, so it was a little quiet for a while, only the sound of washing clothes remained.

Xiao Yu'er, the daughter of Yin Linqing in Yinjia Village.

The stream in the back mountain of Yinjia Village is where the little girl and Yin Linqing met for the first time.

One night eight years ago, as a teacher, Yin Linqing was the last to leave the school as usual, and was walking on the way home, there was no moon that night, it was pitch black all around, only the sound of insects, he walked very carefully.

At first, it was too dark, and the insect chirping was very loud, drowning out the voice of the little doll, Yin Linqing didn't find that there was a little life near him.

It was only when he heard some subtle movements, and when he noticed that something was wrong, he pressed the panic in his heart, and then he heard the weak cry of the little doll, like a kitten, intermittently.

Yin Linqing, who wanted to look for it, only felt a tingling pain in his eyes, as if he had been pricked by a needle, he shook his head gently, his eyes recovered, and what happened to him just now was like an illusion.

The little doll's voice became weaker and weaker, and Yin Linqing didn't pay attention to the matter of his eyes, and hurriedly looked around, only to see the basket containing the little doll, staggering and floating on the stream.

Later, Yin Xiaoyu found out, and subconsciously felt that Yin Linqing's eyes were ruined at that time.

However, the matter will be resolved later, and Yin Linqing at this time only felt his heart beating faster, sweating profusely, and his fingers trembling slightly......

He was terrified.

Holding the little doll that was about to faint from hunger, Yin Linqing carefully pinched the little doll's little hands, and her face was white and soft, but her cheeks, which were red from crying, instantly turned red in distress when she saw it.

He had never raised a child, so he didn't know what was going on with this little doll, but he instinctively felt that something was wrong and hurried to the village.

It also happened that a woman in the village had just given birth, and Yin Linqing brought the little doll he picked up to the door of the woman's house with his only reason, so that he did not starve this little life to death.

Yin Linqing is a stubborn person, and the things he believes will not change.

At Yin Qinglin's insistence, he adopted the little doll, and when everyone saw that he insisted, they didn't persuade anything, just silently, helping them.

Since then, the little doll has a father named Yin Linqing.

For the matter of naming children, the meaning is very important, although it is often said that cheap names are easy to raise, but Yin Linqing does not want to insult his baby daughter, he firmly believes that without these rude names, his daughter will be lucky and happy, so he lost a lot of hair for this.

After struggling for a few days, the village chief made a decision, the big name is Yin Xiaoyu, and the nickname is Xiaoyuer.

Flexible, ingenious, and most importantly, memorable.

Twisting the last piece of clothing in his hand, Yin Xiaoyu picked up the wooden basin and said hello to the people in the village and prepared to go home.

Yin Xiaoyu's home is close to the back mountain, and it doesn't take a few steps to arrive.

Seeing that the door of the house was locked, Yin Xiaoyu was not surprised, her father Yin Linqing was the only teacher in the village, and he must have gone to the school so early to teach the children in the neighborhood.

After drying the clothes quickly, Yin Xiaoyu skillfully took out the key from the small flower pot in front of the door and opened the door.

Walk straight into the kitchen and prepare today's meal.

The school is not close to Yin Xiaoyu's house, and when Yin Xiaoyu was not there before, Yin Linqing prepared meals for himself in advance, so that every time he ate, he ate cold directly.

Later, Yin Xiaoyu became sensible, and saw that her father not only ate poorly, but also served cold food, so she wanted to send it to her father.

At first, due to the long distance, Yin Linqing didn't want her daughter to suffer, and the two had an argument, Yin Xiaoyu almost cried, and Yin Linqing felt distressed and blamed herself.

In the end, Yin Xiaoyu didn't twist her, so she had to hand over all the future meals to her, but the premise was that Yin Xiaoyu ate and drank well by herself and lived a carefree life.

After the meal was cooked, Yin Xiaoyu took a short rest, drank a sip of water, picked up the food, and got up to go to the school.

As soon as he arrived here, Yin Xiaoyu saw that many students in the school were hurriedly running to one place, and the whole school was still a little chaotic.

Such things are not common, Yin Xiaoyu didn't care, and continued to walk towards Yin Linqing's study.

As he walked, Yin Xiaoyu heard the flustered student shouting what sir, eyes and other words, Yin Xiaoyu's heart suddenly "groaned" and was half cold.

Yin Xiaoyu's father is Mr., and his eyes are not very good, so the chaos just now is not ......

Yin Xiaoyu didn't dare to think deeply, she felt that her hands and feet were cold, her legs were soft, and she kept praying in her heart.

Then he ran in the direction of the crowd without hesitation.