Snowfield.

A yellow-haired girl curled up on the corner of the street with bare feet, her small body wrapped in a torn cotton jacket that was so stained that she couldn't see the color, and the cotton wool was twisted into strips and hung aside. In this winter day when the water turns into ice, not to mention whether a little heat can be retained, a cold wind blows, which is frozen through the bone marrow.

Her frozen purple lips cracked through the bloodshot furrows, and she pursed her fingers. The knotted forehead hair hung down to the side. The snow only fell one after another, and there were many feet on the bluestone street.

The girl cowered and moved her steps, trying to hide in the street inn to escape the wind and snow that would freeze her to death and blow her to death. The guy standing by the door didn't lower his head, nor did he look at her only bright pleading eyes, and kicked her out.

She knew she didn't have much strength left.

With difficulty she dragged her legs, crawling toward the armory shop across the street. She didn't know if the shopkeeper would take her in for a while, but she knew that if there was no one to pity and pity this time, she would really starve to death.

Struggling with the last bit of strength, she climbed to the threshold of the shop, and the low threshold became a moat, and she couldn't get past it.

She sighed softly before closing her eyes.

"It's so warm."

As soon as her eyes opened, she lay on the counter and rubbed her sleepy eyes, holding her cheeks in a daze, until someone came over and pinched her little bun.

"Xiao Ning, it's time to eat. ”

She picked up a piece of pastry on the counter, chewed on the ground and filled her mouth, and in a trance, someone touched her bulging cheek.

"Eat slowly, eat slowly, this girl, who is robbing you. ”

Ah, it's Daddy and Mommy.

She happily opened her hand and wanted to hug her mother. The mother caught her and stroked her back, as if to put her in her heart.

The embroidered skirt of the mother's worsted suddenly became a coarse cloth of guerland, and her jaw hurt when she stumbled, and when she let go, she fell to the ground in shock.

The hooligans of Zhaojiazhen surrounded her for several years, staring at her viciously without exception, and the eyes of the stripped people were eager to come forward and clean her up.

She was so frightened that she retreated, crying and clutching her chest, begging the men to let her go.

"Don't come, don't come! I'm going to tell Zhao Yuanwai!"

And the ruffian in the coarse cloth and short clothes approached with a wicked smile, saliva flowed out of his mouth, and said, "Hey, hey, hey, I don't know where to watch, hahahahaha." ”

As she spoke, the ruffian pounced, and in a panic she pulled out King Su, and with a sword split the ruffian's head in half, and sprinkled red and white things all over her body.

She couldn't take it anymore and dropped her sword, covered her ears and shouted hysterically.

"Ah" Xiao Ningsu woke up in shock, shivering in pain, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that the guy named Chu Lihong was very close to her.

There was a tingling and itching on his shoulder, his eyes flickered, obediently, what is Chu Lihong doing, is he picking up her clothes!

"Get out!" Xiao Ningsu shouted, and the whole person struggled, trying to kick Chu Lihong, who was no different from holding her in her arms, out of the way, tossing for a while, and reluctantly stopping after exhausting all the strength that she had saved up so hard.

"It doesn't hurt, it's not suffocating, it's not stuffy?" Chu Lihong looked at Xiao Ningsu with a smile, and the hand on her shoulder still hadn't been put down.

Xiao Ningsu took a deep breath and was surprised to find that there was no burning pain in his chest at all, and the pain of burning his body seemed to be a dream, and he was gone when he woke up. Even the "true qi" mentioned in the sword spectrum was reborn in the sea of dantian qi, and the silk was separated into smaller parts, combing away from a messy dantian.

Although she didn't want to admit that it was definitely this guy who hadn't known her for less than a night who saved her life, Xiao Ningsu finally hummed in a low voice.

Chu Lihong angrily and funnily took off the fragment of Xiao Ningsu's clothes that bloomed on his left shoulder, and his brows stretched a little.

The knife wound on Xiao Ningsu's left shoulder looks terrifying, in fact, the skin and flesh cut by the scimitar are abnormally complete, and if you look closely, there is a little white bone exposed, but as long as the needle and thread are sewn well, it can be scarred in ten days, and the stitches can be removed in a few months, but scars are indispensable.

Holding a circle of white cloth wrapped around the past, Chu Lihong couldn't help but touch Xiao Ningsu's delicate skin with his fingers, and the more he rolled, the thin collarbones that appeared slightly were wrapped in it.

Xiao Ningsu looked at Chu Lihong without being salty or indifferent the whole time, she knew what this man was in his head at the moment, it was nothing more than the pink wrap that was exposed by one sleeve. For the sake of indeed saving her life, she didn't say anything, but if she moved one more step, she didn't know if King Su stayed in the scabbard.

After a long while, Chu Lihong finished bandaging Xiao Ningsu's left shoulder, let out a sigh, leaned against the dirty wall reflexively, and touched a bottle of gold sore medicine. As soon as he gritted his teeth and sprinkled all the wounds on his body, he suddenly gasped in pain, and it took a long time to ease up.

After a while, Chu Lihong's brocade clothes became strips of cloth and tied to him, and dozens of strips of white cloth stained with blood were spread on the ground, there was no doubt that these were all white strips of cloth from Xiao Ningsu's wounds.

When Chu Lihong's wheezing voice was quiet, Xiao Ningsu turned his head, looked at each other, and said very sincerely.

"Thank you. ”

The fallen son of the golden rooster trembled his lips, obviously enduring the pain of the fierce knife cutting and burning all over his body, even so, Chu Lihong still turned his eyes, squeezed out a narrow gaze and swayed up and down, as if to say.

I've seen it.

"Dengzi!" Xiao Ningsu's pale face suddenly rose red, so uncute, pursed his mouth, turned his head and hugged his hands, annoyed that this person had a bad scar and forgot the pain, it was really shameless to the extreme.

Chu Lihong smiled nonchalantly, beauty, it's interesting to tease, he sent his life thousands of miles over, and what he asked for was the embarrassed appearance of the beauty's red face at this moment.

"The breeze is a flute, blowing through the old garden of the secluded path" Chu Lihong sang an unknown tune softly, the view was mottled, and the mountain breeze that seeped in blew Xiao Ningsu's sideburns. Chu Lihong took out the refined silver wine jug from his arms, took a sip, closed his peach blossom eyes, and his expression gradually calmed down.

"Hmph" Xiao Ningsu thought to herself that this person's singing was not bad, that is, in addition to the pervert, this person was actually an alcoholic, if he used his bells and whistles to do something else, he would not be beaten so badly.

But she forgot that she seemed to be the one who was beaten badly.

"Uwa leaks the bright moon and temporarily perches on the stone steps of the deep courtyard. Xiao Ningsu squinted her Danfeng eyes, and her thoughts flew to her in the autumn and winter of a certain year, when she was still in her cardamom years.

"The idle pond arch bridge, the smoke and rain provoke the dead leaves. ”

"The jackdaw scattered the world, and a branch of dust fell"

"Drink a pot of big dreams alone and invite a long night to come"

......

Dawn is approaching, and the green grass is dripping.