There is no doubt that this is a devastating problem.
Gui Liu had been hesitant to ask, but Gui Qing said it easily.
"Vixen."
The three words that the little girl said tit for tat immediately made Gui Liu feel on pins and needles. Unsurprisingly, this was the first time in Gui Qing's life that she had been scolded like this.
When Gui Qing turned around and looked over with a smile, Gui Liu immediately had the urge to run away.
The little girl was also stunned. She didn't expect that this woman could understand Dafeng Mandarin. Seeing that the man who invited her to eat this bowl of noodles was going to suffer, the little girl was a little flustered and at a loss.
The final result was that deep scratch marks were left on Geiliu's neck, with fine red blood beads oozing out, and he needed to be wiped off from time to time.
"Even if you are a woman, you still know how to tickle people."
Gui Liu complained secretly in his heart, noticing the little girl's guilty and apologetic eyes, he grinned at her.
"Does it hurt?" the little girl whispered.
"A little." Guiliu put the chopsticks into her hands, "Eat quickly, it will get cold in a while."
The little girl hummed, picked up the chopsticks again, lowered her head and started sucking. This time she behaved much better and did not take the initiative to talk to the man.
Guiliu raised his head slightly and gently stroked his burning neck. He sighed a few times when he thought that he had visited all the bookstores in the city but came up empty-handed.
At present, we don’t know the specific location of this small town, nor do we know where the Dafeng royal family has retreated to. None of the landscape paintings are really fatal.
Guiliu sighed again and lowered his head to pour himself a cup of tea. Only then did he suddenly realize that his sister was sitting on the bed, as if... sulking?
"Today Yao Tiao and I visited all the bookstores, but we didn't buy any landscape notes or maps. At first, I thought it was strange, but now I figured it out. All the landscape maps must have been confiscated by the rebels long ago. . Even this seemingly inconsequential point can be thought of in detail and restrained. The rebels are really impeccable in their work. No wonder the Dafeng Orthodox Association is retreating steadily."
Gui Liu spoke Dajing Mandarin, so these words were obviously not addressed to the little girl, but to Gui Qing.
But the latter ignored it completely.
After this test, Guiliu knew that she was really angry.
The little girl also finished the beef noodles at this time. She was still not satisfied and started to drink the soup from the bowl.
Guiliu smiled at her, then cautiously came to her side and asked in a low voice: "Are you angry?"
When she didn't answer, he began to think about the reason. Could it be because of the little girl's words of "vixen"?
Thinking of this, it was difficult for Guiliu not to make subjective assumptions, and couldn't help but said: "You are such a big man, why do you care about a child? Why don't you scratch me a few more times and treat it as a relief?"
Guiqing raised her head and sneered: "Guess why I'm angry?"
Guiliu hesitated and said cautiously: "Because that little girl called you a vixen?"
"Do you really think I would be angry with a child?"
Geiliu was confused, "Since you are not angry with her, you are angry with me, but little ancestor, I don't seem to have offended you, right?"
Gui Qing looked at her coldly, her red lips parted slightly, "Get out."
Guiliu didn't hear clearly, so he subconsciously leaned closer and said "Huh?"
Then a bloody scratch appeared on the right side of the man's face.
Ni Bodhisattva was still angry, and his face was covered in blood after being scratched for no apparent reason. No matter how good-tempered Geiliu was, he couldn't help but be angry. He always remained silent, scooping water silently, washing his face silently, applying medicine silently. The only thing quiet in the room was the breathing of the little girl, as if the brother and sister were not human beings and did not need to breathe.
Only when he was leaving, Guiliu slammed the door with a loud bang. Yao Tiao and Lotus Crown Taoist next door thought something had happened, and quickly opened the door to check, only to see Guiliu angrily coming downstairs.
The little girl was silent for a while, then turned to look at the silent woman on the bed, then looked at the blood on her nails, and said softly: "He is your relative, why do you do this to him? You just Aren't you afraid of losing him?"
The soup had been drunk completely. The little girl arranged her chopsticks neatly. When she opened the door and walked out, she turned slightly and said, "Don't worry, I will bring him back."
It was dusk, and after dark the curfew came into effect, so the streets were almost deserted now. Gui Liu sat at the door of the inn, motionless.
He thought of the image of the Zhu Xian Sword's pupils dilating instantly that day, of Qingxue's hurtful words and unhesitating betrayal, of the little girl in Shuanghua City who was beaten to death, and of the fact that he was not even a stronger person now. Even the farmers can't beat him, he's like a useless person.
When he was angry or sad, all the nightmare memories came flooding back and he couldn't get rid of them.
The man's breathing gradually became rougher, as if he had fallen into some terrible dream and tried his best to break free, but to no avail.
Until a pair of cool little hands were placed on the back of his neck. If a man encounters amnesty, his eyes, which had become increasingly dark, suddenly become clear and bright.
The moment he saw the little girl, all his inner demons disappeared.
The little girl sat down next to him.
So one large group and one small group blocked the entrance of the inn.
The little girl put her chin in her hands, looked at the deserted street, and said softly: "Who is she to you? She doesn't seem to be a married couple."
"Of course not, she is my biological sister."
"She is really a sister with a pretty bad temper."
Hearing this, Gei Liu couldn't help but smile and felt a little better. "That's right. She doesn't look like a lady at all. She takes action whenever she wants. She's like a tigress."
The little girl tilted her head, "Then why is she angry? It doesn't seem like it's because of me."
"How could she be angry with a kid like you? Of course she's angry with me. Who knows what I did to offend her." Guiliu snorted coldly: "Forget it, let's talk about her being upset and nothing else."
"By the way, little girl, it seems that you are very afraid of the soldiers patrolling the city. Are you a refugee...or...a refugee?"
The little girl lowered her head and said in a voice lower than her head, "Refugee."
Geiliu tried his best to ask in the gentlest voice: "Where are your parents?"
"Dead." The little girl buried her head lower.
It was an expected answer, but it made Geliu feel sad.
The man didn't want to expose the little girl's scars anymore, and he didn't want to force her to tell some extremely cruel facts, so he stopped asking and just looked up at the sky quietly.
Just like this, the man sat for a long time and suddenly felt his arm being touched.
"Hey, let me tell you, is she really your sister?"
"Well, what's there to be suspicious of?"
"But she is very beautiful, and you are very ordinary."
"Really? This is the first time I've heard such a comment, but it's true that it's disfigured by being scratched, so of course it doesn't look good."
The little girl slapped his arm and said softly: "Now all the areas under the jurisdiction of the rebels are completely locked down. People from the Dajing Dynasty and other surrounding small countries cannot enter, so you say you are a merchant. Obviously It's a lie. Although I don't know who you are or what you're doing here, no matter what you do, you have to be careful. Those rebels are murderous masters."
Guiliu hummed and asked casually: "The rebels won't attack the ordinary people of Dafeng casually, right? You are so scared, and you are calling the rebels one by one, is it possible that you have a grudge against them?"
The little girl was silent for a while and whispered: "My father was a soldier guarding the city. They killed my father when they attacked the city."
Guiliu said nothing.
Once grief opens a gap, it is difficult to plug it.
The little girl wiped her face vigorously, hugged her knees, and tried to speak calmly and clearly, "My mother died of illness when I was three years old. After that, I only had my father. Last winter, when the rebels attacked the city, my father went He defended the city and never came back. After the rebels took charge here, the neighbors in the countryside said that the rebels dug a big hole outside the city and wanted to burn and bury all the dead people."
When the little girl said this, she could no longer control her emotions, her voice trembled, and her body trembled even more, "I secretly left the city at night, crawled into a pit to find my father, secretly pulled my father out, and buried him in an open space outside the city. I hid in the corner of the city until dawn. When I entered the city at dawn, the soldiers guarding the city saw that I was covered in blood and asked me if I had secretly dug up the dead. Because before me, many people had gone to the pits to look for their relatives, but many people They were all caught, and they wanted to catch me, so I ran away. I was small, so I drilled a hole to get rid of them, and now they are looking for me all the time.”
"So you brothers and sisters can't communicate calmly about anything! Do you have to wait until you lose it before you know how to cherish it? Do you have to destroy your own happiness? The best moment is now!"
The little girl wiped away her tears fiercely, "You don't know how sad and scared I was when the dead man dug up his father's body. I used to be annoyed by my father. Ever since I was sensible, I felt that he failed to take care of him. Mother, so I didn’t speak more than three words to him every time. On that day when he went to defend the city, he only said three words, and dad left. I only said one word, didn’t even speak, only replied Well. He didn't come back that night, and I was hungry and scared. In the past, when he cooked for me, I would always get angry and refuse to eat, and then he would coax me, but refusing to eat when he was angry was only useful in front of my family. Mom He died, I blame my father, my father died, who do I blame, I only blame myself! You must remember that the present is the best, don't destroy the current happiness with your own hands just because you have lost some happiness, don't Only when you have completely lost it can you start to cherish it thoroughly."
The little girl suddenly grabbed his clothes and shouted: "Don't be angry, come back with me! I promised her that I will take you back!"
Guiliu covered her little hand with his hand, smiled with red eyes and said: "Don't destroy the current happiness with your own hands just because you have lost some happiness. Don't wait until it is completely lost before you start to cherish it thoroughly. Thank you for teaching me this truth."
Guiliu leaned over and hugged her, and said softly: "Do you know why I treat you to a bowl of noodles? Last winter, I failed to save a stray little girl. She was about the same age as you, but she couldn't survive the scene. Winter. Are you willing to go with me? I will be your brother. If you have a bite from me in the future, you will definitely have a big bite from you."
The little girl said nothing and lowered her head. The tattered straw sandals under her feet were blurry.
Guiliu simply picked her up, not knowing whether he was crying or laughing, "If we don't talk about anything else, are you still hungry? Do you want another bowl of noodles?"
"want!"
"Okay, I'll treat you even if I eat ten bowls today!"
The little girl waved her little fist and threatened: "Promise me, I will go back and apologize later, no matter if it is your fault or not."
"As you command!"
