The widow protected the little girl under her, and there was a scar on her back, and some charcoal beside her. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I guess it must have been hit by a falling log.

Neither the widow nor the little girl moved, not knowing if they had fainted or how.

"Broom Star is no longer breathing. ”

The villager said, and put his hand on Xiaoya's neck again.

"Xiaoya's throat is still moving, maybe there is still salvation. ”

The villagers yelled upward.

An hour later.

The widow and the little girl had been transferred to the next villager's house, and the doctor had been busy with them for a long time.

"Alas, the little girl is fine, it's just that she has smoked too much and is unconscious, and the widow is hopeless. ”

The doctor shook his head and left the room.

"Forehead ......"

"What to do, there's no one in the broom star's house. ”

"Don't call the broom star, be careful that she comes to you at night, by the way, who of you knows where her maiden home is?"

"Forget it, I heard that she was kicked out when she went back to her parents' house, so let's scrape together a little money and bury her. ”

"As for Xiaoya, should we go and talk to the people of the Zhang family?"

"Ahh......h

As he was talking, a villager suddenly shouted in surprise.

When Xia Min said this, he pulled Zhang Jirou's head up: "Guess, what's going on behind it?"

"What else can happen, it must be that the widow is awake again, don't bother me, I still have to study it." ”

Zhang Jirou said, lowering her head again, as if the story was completely unattractive to her.

"Forehead ......"

Xia Min was speechless for a moment, and after half a sound, he shook his head slightly, lay down, and felt Zhang Jirou's movements carefully.

Half an hour later.

"It's amazing, why does a man have this thing on his body?"

Zhang Jirou said, covering her mouth and walking aside, about to spit out the contents of her mouth.

Xia Min slapped Zhang Jirou's back violently, Zhang Jirou was caught off guard, her throat opened, and the object in her mouth swallowed her stomach instantly.

"Ahem......"

Zhang Jirou coughed a few times, and looked at Xia Min dissatisfied: "Isn't it dirty......?"

Zhang Jirou's tone was full of dissatisfaction, and there was also some curiosity.

"Beauty and beauty, don't dislike it, stupid ......"

Xia Min dragged Zhang Jirou to his body again and hugged him gently, he himself was a little tired.

Zhang Jirou didn't speak anymore, and gently leaned on Xia Min's chest, her expression seemed to be a little satisfied, and she didn't know where she came from.

"Keep the story. ”

Zhang Jirou drew circles on Xia Min's chest, her voice was a little hoarse, but there was a smile on her face.

In Zhang Jirou's opinion, it seems that the distance between her and Xia Min has deepened a lot at this moment.

"Well, I'll cut it short then. ”

Xia Min hugged Zhang Jirou from behind and closed her eyes.

The widow woke up and scared the villagers away.

The widow opened her eyes, saw the little girl beside her, smiled slightly, picked her up, and walked towards the city.

Just now, in fact, the widow has died, and when she was in the Yama Palace, the king of Hades took a look at the widow's life and decided to let her turn around to a rich family in the next life.

At this time, the widow pleaded with Hades, hoping that she could turn around and go to Zhang's house and live with the little girl.

Hades did not answer, but waved silently, and then the widow returned to the sun, scaring the villagers away.

The widow took Xiaoya to the city, but heard the bad news that the Zhang family moved to East China for some reason, and they left overnight, except for money, some land and other property were all abandoned.

"Isn't there a series of thousands of miles to find a home?"

Zhang Jirou hurriedly said, and seemed to have some empathy and said: "It's worthy of my previous life, so I knew that I had to have something to do with the Zhang family, hehe......"

"Silly Hat ......"

Xia Min flicked on Zhang Jirou's head before continuing: "It's not that simple. ”

At first, the widow didn't think so much about it, and directly found the old site of the Zhang family.

Although all the people of the Zhang family are gone, there are still some faithful servants left behind to deal with some follow-up matters.

The widow gave the little girl to the servant and left alone.

"Ah, why......"

Zhang Jirou was really puzzled.

"It's very simple, because she has low self-esteem, and since she was a child, the widow has never been exposed to high-level life. ”

The widow thought that the life of the Zhang family was just better, so she begged the king of Hades and wanted to live with the little girl.

However, after seeing the Zhang family, the widow dispelled this thought.

The wealth of the Zhang family was beyond her imagination, and the widow did not dare to hope for it, so she chose to leave alone.

"How can there be such a stupid person......"

Zhang Jirou sighed.

"Why are you calling yourself stupid?"

Xia Min smiled smirkedly.

"Forehead ......"

Zhang Jirou was speechless for an instant.

After leaving Zhang's house, the widow found a nunnery.

"It's not going to be a nun. ”

Zhang Jirou asked again, with some entanglements on her face.

"You're wrong again. ”

Xia Min smiled lightly.

The owner of the nunnery said to the widow, "Your fate is not over, so let's continue to go back to Hongchen." ”

The widow was a person who had never read since she was a child, and she did not understand the meaning of a nun, only that she knew that she was not fit to be a nun, so she returned to the city again.

On the way back to the city, the widow came across a man.

"Who?"

Zhang Jirou couldn't help but ask, according to Xia Min's inertia, if it doesn't matter to the person, he will never say it, then it means that this person will definitely have something to do with the widow, that is, herself.

"A beggar, a male beggar in his thirties. ”

"Beggars?"

"That's right. ”

When the widow returned to the city, it was already night, and when she passed through a small alley, she was stopped by a beggar lying in the alley.

"Isn't it, isn't it beggar or something?"

Zhang Jirou was instantly angry, and asked without thinking.

In that era, human life was like a mustard, let alone a woman alone, without even thinking about it, Zhang Jirou saw the fate of the widow.

"Uh, this ......"

Xia Min's face was rarely a little embarrassed: "Although the widow is long, you know, but for a beggar, you also understand." ”

"Understand your sister, talk about it quickly......"

Zhang Jirou pinched Xia Min's neck and shook it depressedly.

"The beggar pounced on the widow and was about to do something unspeakable......"

"I can't tell it yet, can you tell a story, such a wonderful process, you can't tell a word?"

Zhang Jirou pinched Xia Min's face dissatisfied.

"Do you still want to listen to the story, do you say it or I say it? ”

"Smack......

Xia Min said, pinched Zhang Jirou's body hard, and Zhang Jirou's whole body softened in an instant, lying on her stomach obediently, without any movement. (To be continued.) )