By the time they hit the road again, the group of three had become a group of four.
Wen Yu originally did not intend to take away the little girl who was redeemed from the brothel with a strong smell of makeup, but this young girl was obviously very young and there was no timidity in her eyes. After poking her head out of the flower-like hem of her skirt, Wen Yu felt a little unable to move forward. But it was not because this girl's face was still pink even though it was covered with dust, nor was it because she couldn't help but cover her mouth and nose when she smelled the strong smell of powder around her, but because the look in the eyes of this little girl, who was only six or seven years old, made Wen Yu Very familiar.
During those years when horses were galloping across the wilderness, Wen Yu, who was still the young master of Ziluan Palace, really liked to hold up the square bronze mirror given by her mother, hold the reins in one hand, and take a good look at her own face, even if it was Dayuan. After spending the first ten years wandering around in the most brutal wind, the girl's face in the mirror was still full of unruliness. In her eyes, except for the endless grass in the desert, there was no sorrow. But it seems that since the disaster in Ziluan Palace, Wen Yu has almost never wanted to look in the bronze mirror. Now that I think about it, it's not necessarily because he doesn't dare to look at the mud-covered face, but because he doesn't want to see himself. eyes.
Now that he met this girl, Wen Yu, who had been in the world for many years, had strange thoughts for no reason.
It's like turning back the years and seeing myself when I was still young.
The little girl was called Qiao Xuan. It is said that it was because the man who had not yet gambled and drank too much was always thinking about adding a boy to his family, so he spent a very sincere sum of money to beg a man who came to the city to wander around. The name chosen by the fortune teller is said to be able to exchange yin and yang. Even if a woman is born, she can turn into a boy. But after all, most of the fortune tellers in the world can't even predict whether they will fall when they go out. In the end, they have to With such a prestigious-sounding name, he was ridiculed by many people his age, but in the end he never changed his mind.
The little girl Qiao Xuan was not afraid of life. When she learned that Wen Yu was here to redeem herself, when she was about to emerge from the dresses of a group of brothel girls, she just glanced at the street in the distance and still felt The drunk father then nodded slightly without saying a word, never leaving the footsteps of these three people.
Wen Yu asked Qiao Xuan if she could leave her brother and father at ease if she left her hometown. The little girl nodded, saying that her brother was already about to start a family, and besides, at the end of last year, he had a very skilled craftsman who could talk about it. After becoming a disciple, his craftsmanship became more and more proficient. He thought that in just a few years, he would be able to earn a lot of money with his craftsmanship, at least he would have enough food and clothing. As for her alcoholic and gambling father, the little girl thought about it for a long time with her brows lowered, and then she counted on her fingers and said that the money from selling her to a brothel would probably be enough for her family to use for several years. Wen Yu bought more. His father and brothers expected that the money would last five or six years if they were more frugal. By then, my brother could support his family with his craftsmanship, which was probably much better than his own, who didn't have any craftsmanship at all.
After hesitating for a long time, Wen Yu still didn't tell the truth that the man had gambled away all his money, so he had no choice but to lift the little girl onto his saddle and slowly head out of the city.
Qiao Xuan had never ridden a horse before, and no matter how many sins he suffered when he was young, he still had the thoughts of a child. He soon arched his eyebrows and followed the black deer at a steady pace. He was very excited and wanted to stroke the black deer's mane. But he still controlled his hands and timidly grabbed Wen Yu's lapel. The latter smiled, then took Qiao Xuan's hands, placed them on the black deer's neck, and asked casually, "I just had a chat with the shopkeeper in that building. From what she said, she seems to be very optimistic about you staying in that building." , when it was time to redeem you, you went out of your way to ask me for an extra 20% of the price. When you come and go, the hassle on the road has really come to an end."
Qiao Xuan blinked and thought about it, then shook his head and replied, "The shopkeeper didn't seem to think that I should stay. He stayed in the building for several days and only gave me one meal a day. He also cleaned the table and took care of the clothes for the other sisters. , I was the one who did it. Twice, the desk was scrawled, and I was kicked a few times by the shopkeeper, who didn’t seem to like me."
After saying that, the little girl lifted up her sleeves, which were covered with layers of black and blue, and there were a few bloody whip marks, which looked unbearable.
"But since it is to buy money for the family, it is normal for people to think that the work is not done well, so it is normal for me to get beaten several times. After all, it is a lot of money, and it can be used by my family for a long time."
The walking horse was always half a step behind Wen Yu, but he heard and saw clearly what he said. Wen Yu's face was always covered with black gauze, and his expression could not be seen, but he held the horse's reins with his two knuckles. The place has turned white. After pondering for a long time, I still don’t know what to say to stop him. I just can’t help but whisper in my heart, hoping that Wen Yu will not cause any trouble and lead to many secret moves made by Dayuanliu. , and there are enemies on all sides.
But until it was time to leave the city, Wen Yu did not do much. He just stopped halfway, fetched some water from a nearby well, washed Qiao Xuan's face, then went to the shop to pick out some clothes, and walked to the south of the city. I bought some snacks and two bunches of candy balls from somewhere, and stuffed the food into the little girl's hands. From beginning to end, she didn't say anything more.
After washing her face, Wen Yu also somewhat understood why the shopkeeper, who clearly didn't like to see Qiao Xuan, paid such a sum of money to bring this girl into the brothel. Although Qiao Xuan's facial features were tougher, they were quite a bit... He is masculine, but his eyebrows are clear and tight, much like some small lakes in Dayuan that have not been inhabited for many years. Every time winter turns to spring, new water is always added to the initial flow of the lake, making it lively and full of vitality. , not to mention that the facial features are really exquisite. For such a sum of money, you will probably earn back ten times or a hundred times in the future, which is considered a good deal.
But these words cannot be spoken no matter what.
Many children in Zhongzhou like to eat these sugar balls, not because crabapples are particularly popular among them, but because they are wrapped in sugar and let the crabapples be sour, a lot of it can be eliminated. But looking back, the sour taste doesn't seem to matter. It's not subtracted, but sugar is put on the outside, which makes it taste a little better. But the taste was so sour, and there wasn't much sugar wrapped around it. Wen Yu was a little puzzled as to how he could hold on at such a young age during such a sour day.
Who in the world would be willing to eat sour food, not to mention that this sour food is already somewhat bitter.
It wasn't until they were about to leave the city that Xingding picked a lot of salt beans for the ape, and when Qiao Xuan was about to fall asleep after being jolted for a long time, he finally approached him and asked.
"It's reasonable to take this little girl with you when you go out, but going to Dayuan this time is a dangerous thing. Why do you still have to take this girl with you? It's better to give this girl to her father, or find a baby." If you treat others well, at least your life will be safe."
Dressed in black, Wen Yu, who had been called brother by Qiao Xuan for a long time, smoothed Qiao Xuan's hair and responded softly, "I used to feel that I was blessed too much when I was young, which is why I am so trapped and cumbersome now, but look at this little The girl's eyes inevitably remind her of what she looked like back then. She would pick up candy among the broken glass, and her mouth would often be filled with blood. But she could still smile and say sweet things. There are actually a lot of people like you and me in the world who can. Just take care of them, maybe the more people are tied up in the iron ropes, the more caring they will be when they see heaven and earth again in the future."
"Whether it's because we share the same problem, or it's because we can see a glimpse of our younger self, there are too many things to weigh the pros and cons, and I always want to do things that don't require any consideration at all. I don't need to think about it in detail, just do whatever I want. Do it. It’s the same for good things and it’s the same for bad things. It saves the most effort.”
"Besides, she might be better than me in the future."
Xing Ding was confused by Wen Yu's comments and wanted to say something. Then he saw Wen Yu put one palm behind Qiao Xuan's back, and immediately there was a smile in his eyes.
Liu Qing is a disciple of Wu Shuang, and Wen Yu is a disciple of Liu Qing, so Wen Yu is not bad at learning the bone-touching technique, which is not very good.
A few miles outside the gate of the ancient brewing city, a young man was clenching the carving knife in his hand, carefully carving a piece of nephrite the size of a finger. Although his hands were covered with calluses, the knife fell extremely steadily. Standing next to the young man was a glaring old man. He wanted to snatch the carving knife several times, but when he saw that the young man was covered in sweat, he stopped and continued to squat at the threshold of the house. From time to time, he glanced at the sweating young man. I did not forget to tell you, use the sword more slowly and more steadily. The art of carving jade is a steady job. It is different from those masters in the world who seek instant speed and carry the sword as fast as life and death. The slower you go, the better your skills will be.
When the old man just entered the city, he heard from an acquaintance that his disciple's little sister had been ransomed by a gangster. He urged his disciple over and over again to take a look. First, he was worried about what the gangster was thinking. Secondly, even if we have to go far away, it is always easy to meet him.
But this stubborn disciple spent the whole day carving jade here, unwilling to even take a look at it.
Three horses came out of the city.
The jade-carved young man raised his head and saw the man in black and the little girl who had just woken up from her sleep on the horse. There was finally a smile on his honest face. He stood up and waved to that side.
The old man also looked over there. The man in black at the head couldn't tell much, but the little girl was holding a handful of water splashes in her hand.
The water splashed but never fell.
After almost exerting all his strength, the old man suppressed the thoughts in his heart. He wanted to slap himself, and beat his chest, but he couldn't lose his courtesy, so he had to force out a cry to the man in black. He gave me an ugly smile, then pressed his disciple's forehead and cursed, "I've been cultivating for half a lifetime, but this time I made a mistake and picked a stupid boy like you."
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Even if you are willing to accept a disciple, can you really let my little sister learn your bad craft?"
The young man with an ordinary face looked at his master's old face.
"It's a master-disciple relationship. You don't want to get involved in worldly affairs, but you still have to teach me some real skills. At least when we meet again in the future, I can bring my little sister back."
The old man hooked his hands.
"I haven't eaten Xicheng Dew Chicken for a long time. I bought half a chicken and learned my skills while eating it."
ps. Sugar balls and sugar piers are all nicknames for candied haws. As for what the name was in ancient times, it doesn’t seem that important.
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