Extra Xiao Qiu

When Xiao Qiu first met that woman, his name was not Xiao Qiu. He has no surname or name. No one cares what the name of a little beggar is, and he doesn't need a name. Most of the scattered and rootless people like him wandered all their lives, died on the wilderness road, were taken away by wild dogs or hungry wolves, their flesh and blood turned into dust, and finally dissipated cleanly in this world. They don't even need a tombstone, and naturally they don't need a name.

As a beggar, he has one more than others, which is a beautiful skin. But the last thing humble people need is a beautiful face. They don't have the ability to protect themselves. They are destined to go a more difficult road than ordinary people in the future. But if he can make good use of it, he probably doesn't need to continue to suffer from hunger and cold in the future.

He has seen many people with humble backgrounds but good skins like him. Many people died under the bullying of others, and some chose to sell themselves in order to survive...

But getting it means losing, and the ending is not necessarily better than continuing to wander and beg.

When he was begging, he met such a person. He was a beautiful teenager. He remembered him because he had a birthmark on his wrist, shaped like a plum blossom. Such a noble plum grows on such a dirty person, which makes it difficult to be impressed. When he saw the plum birthmark for the first time, he wandered around like him, obviously yellow and thin, but his eyes were full of vitality. The second time he saw him, he was already a popular little man in the red building, leaning against the pavilion, accompanied by a mediocre but greedy man. When he passed by the attic that day, he looked up and saw the bright wrist exposed outside the railing and a burning red plum on it. The third time they saw each other... The man was wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into a mass grave. In the grass mat, his festering and stiff hands were exposed, and the red plum was faintly identified on his wrist.

Heaven and earth are furnaces, and all sentient beings in the world, who is not suffering?

is to choose a different path, what about the enjoyment for a while? It's just a different way to return.

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He is still very small. If he were an ordinary family, a child as old as him should still be happy under his parents' knees. He is troubled and doesn't know anything about it at all. However, he is alone in this stormy world, and no one stretches out to be his support. Along the way, I walked forward alone, seeing all the purple world, the vicissitudes of the world, and the world is cold. He is still young, but he feels that he is old... He has lived for a long time and is very tired. There is nothing to miss in this world, even if you die immediately, there is nothing to fear.

But... I vaguely feel unwilling.

There seems to be something in his heart urging him to live, live... as long as he lives. Even if there is no hope for a future, we should live like this.

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At the age of ten, he left Longli Town, where he had stayed, and went all the way north along the Duanliu River to Jixiang Town in the middle of the north-south waterway - the place that changed his fate.

Later, he imagined countless times that if he hadn't seen that person and hadn't embarked on that road, would his future life be any different?

He thought it would probably be completely different...

If he didn't meet her, there would not be a Xiao Qiu in the world. He would always be a humble beggar. If he didn't meet her, he probably wouldn't feel that it was so good to live, not to survive; if he hadn't met her... he would probably Death will not understand, what is *, what is pain, what is crazy and torture that can't be sought?

She taught him what *...

But before he tasted the taste of love, the first thing he felt was pain - more painful than the pain on his body was the pain of ulceration in his heart. Can't be touched, can't be touched, and can't be cured.

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Yu Lan, who was the first to reach out to him, his future brother. But what he is most grateful for is not him, but the woman, his master. People will probably subconsciously focus on the person they like more... He probably likes her when he sees her for the first time. The man's temperament is cold, but naturally, it is not that kind of warm feeling, but it makes him have a desire to fly into the fire.

He has heard others say that this is probably fate. Someone seems to tell you that this is the destined person. There is no one but her. It's just that she will only be her... He doesn't understand why it's only her, it's her, and what can he do?

All he knows is that he doesn't want to leave.

Because it was fate, he came here from thousands of miles away and saw her... Because it was fate, he liked her at a glance. Unfortunately, that first sight was not so beautiful... He was unkempt and dirty. He only dared to hide far behind the bushes to peek at her, but he did not dare to approach her.

He felt nervous for the first time when he heard their conversation. He can't imagine that if he holds hope for the first time and destroys that hope with his own hands... The most terrible thing in the world is not that there is no hope, but that it gives you hope, but makes you despair. He has never been a clean person or a good person. He can't imagine such an ending.

Fortunately... she left him behind.

She probably doesn't like noise, and there are not many people here; but she finally took him in... Maybe, in her heart, he is actually different?

That's not a good start. She was too clean, and he was too dirty... He felt ashamed. This shame was maximized when she came to him, and he was so overwhelmed by the shame that he could hardly raise his head.

And she didn't seem to mind at all. She reached out and pushed away his messy hair without hesitation... It's not that he was not surprised. He was not used to such intimate contact, and he was afraid that he would... stain her. This consteration made him subconsciously want to escape... but after all, he was reluctant to give up such gentleness. He was also afraid that she would not like him because of this.

She didn't care. She wiped his face with a clean veil, which was soft that he had never touched before... She said, "Are you Yu Lan's Aqiu?"

She said, "If you want to stay, tell Yu Lan that Uncle Li will arrange everything in the Ziqing faction for you; if you don't want to, the old man will not force you. Uncle Li will send you down the mountain to find a good person to take you in, so that you don't have to wander around anymore. It's up to you, and others won't interfere. Think about it carefully. You don't have to feel forced."

He is a little flattered, but more uncertain. Human nature is always greedy and selfish, and all the beauty is illusory and not real. He has not believed that the world is good for no reason since he was very young. So he likes her but doesn't believe her. This may be a little ironic, but it is also an instinct for self-protection.

However, her eyes are so clean, without any calculation...

Maybe, just try to believe it once, it should be... okay?

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