It was brought back from the market by "he" and raised its head cautiously... God? !
Yeah, what's it going to be called later
As for why this little boy called its owner "A-sister", it was ignored by it intentionally or unintentionally.
It has always felt good to be called "Chaoyang"! When it was born, its mother licked it and praised it as red as the rising sun.
When he pulled it out of the dark and damp stable, he also caressed its mane, smiled and said to its former owner: "This horse is not bad, the red is dazzling, that's it!"
Since the red is dazzling, it should also have a dazzling name, right
It is looking forward to the birth of its new name.
But its new owner, this lanky man, opened his mouth after a moment of silence and said, "It has no name. It is called a horse."
The little boy patted himself disappointedly.
"What? It's called a horse? There's no momentum at all!"
Yes, it is a horse, but why is it called a horse
It bowed its head sadly, feeling that even the hair on its body was not so shiny.
It was a horse a little over three years old, born in a dark stable, raised with other horses, and sold and sold.
The country seems to be at war a lot, and horses that can be war horses always sell faster than others. It was trained to listen to the sound of swords and guns colliding with its eyes blindfolded, and the sound of slaughtering pigs and sheep. When it was three years old, it was pulled out and sold.
It also remembers someone grabbing its mane and tail roughly, then tying it tightly around its neck with a rope. It was toppled to the ground, with people sitting on every part of its body.
He kicked his legs hard until he was exhausted and exhausted, and was bridled, with his neck and head restrained, and then pulled out, away from his siblings, to be sold.
As he left the stable, his mother, a six-year-old mare, neighed desperately. It told it: "Don't be afraid, you will meet a strong warrior and run free with you! You are the strongest and should not die in the stable!"
Such a fate made it look forward to and fear it until it was bought by this man.
On his first night at his new home, he encountered two setbacks in his horse's life.
The first setback, its "owner", seemed to be a woman. That said, "you're going to meet a strong warrior" as his mother told him is almost impossible.
It became a girl's mount.
The second setback, it has no name.
Its owner stroked it, but showed very nostalgic eyes, and muttered to himself, "Why do you need a name for something destined to be changed?"
It was rejected by a woman.
This makes it already neighing for the tragic fate of the future.
"Sister, your horse was barking all night last night." The little boy rubbed his eyes and complained to the tall and thin woman in front of him, "It's too noisy!"
It thought it was going to be beaten, like the Manu, and whipped it in the stomach with a leather whip.
As a result, the girl bent down and said softly to her brother: "It was the first day that he came to our house, maybe he was afraid of life. It will be fine in the future. If he keeps being so noisy, I will take him to Montenegro, where there are horses. , it won't be alone."
"There are many horses, so it won't be noisy?"
"Maybe it's frightened. No company is frightened."
"Then sister, when you go to Montenegro, I'll raise a group of horses. That way, when you come back, your horses won't bark in fear."
The childish words of a little boy sound so childish. He's not even that tall.
Its girl suddenly turned red, and lowered her body around his neck.
"So it is, so it is... No wonder you keep so many horses..."
She was saying something it didn't understand again.
But she seemed to be a gentle person, which gave it some comfort.
In the days that followed, it understood that in the human world, women are also responsible for fighting wars. Its owner put on men's clothes and rode it to the north.
It has never been to the north. I heard that there is an endless prairie there. There are countless wild horses galloping on the prairie. Those horses will not be led by people, nor will they be nailed to iron palms. Their destiny is to run, except for In addition, it is to enjoy the delicious pasture and sweet spring water.
For it, those wild horses are like their counterparts in another world, living a good life that even imagination can't imagine.
For it, the owner was beyond its expectations. It imagines how bad she is, how good she is.
The way she rides is very gentle. Many riders who have just rode have a very brutal way of riding. They will use their knees to firmly hold the horse under them, but she is not like this. A rider who has been riding for a long time, swings his body with its movements with ease, never pressing it with brute force.
Although she is really strong. It had seen her knock down a tree blocking the way. But she seemed to know instinctively what it wanted to do, and she rode it with its rhythm.
Such a seasoned rider, why not give it a name
Is it like she said she wants to change it anytime
Such speculation made him terrified, and made him more obedient than other horses. When she rode it through the battlefield, it was more hard-working and more human than the other horses.
It will kick the enemy's stomach, stand up to block the enemy's weapons, and eat desperately at night when the night grass is replenished, so as not to lose its own horse's fat and make itself look better than other horses. Be thin.
The red horse is inherently more conspicuous than other colors of horses, and it wants its owner to see it at first sight.
She won't accidentally lose it.
It seizes every moment to exercise its will. It is not afraid of swordsmen and the roar of the enemy. Sometimes, it feels that even if the sky falls, it will not blink an eye.
Wherever its owner points, it will go.
Gradually, it won the praise of countless people.
It also really thought she liked it when its owner scrubbed it.
It heard her say: "You are really good. I spent the most money on you, and I bought it right! Do you like black beans? I know there is a horse, but he likes black beans. After eating black beans, run faster than other horses..."
It saw that the more she spoke, the lower her tone became.
Black beans? what is that? Can you eat
It didn't know if he liked black beans, but for her, he would like to eat it.
The lowered master leaned his head on its back and sighed in a gentle tone it had never heard before: "I'm good...you, Yueying."
What is that word? It seems to hear it, and it doesn't seem to hear it.
Its owner named it "Yueying"!
Although it doesn't sound as good as "Chaoyang", if it is called "Yueying", it is also very handsome!
What a great name!
Its owner has a loyal group of companions, and their horses are all good. There is a pair of brothers, their horses are also brothers, and they are both docile and kind, not aggressive at all. They always tell how brave their masters were on the battlefield.
At this time, the human white horse named Naluohun will snort and say to it with his nose: "Its owner Hua Mulan is the head. Do you know what a head is? It is the same as the head horse, the strongest and strongest Great human."
It's really proud of its owner, and it loves her from the bottom of my heart.
Even if she is a woman and they don't know it, there is no better master in the world than her.
It is both gentle and great, and it will be brushed with gentle hands. When it is on the battlefield, it will never have to worry about becoming a horse without an owner and being taken away.
It had seen countless war horses without masters, licking their masters, arching them, lying down to keep them warm, until the body was completely cold, and they themselves would be taken away by someone else.
It's no surprise that many horses fall in love with their owners.
The mare will be ridden by the stallion, and the chariot will be ridden by the master.
Humans will fall in love with women, but they will only live and die with their war horses.
It makes it very proud.
There are so many men in the barracks, but only it is worthy of being ridden by her.
Only it can be so close to her.
A few months later, its owner fought valiantly to get a replacement horse.
This replacement horse is also a red warhorse, it should be crawly, it smells bad, and its butt is full of flies.
Its owner discovered the bugs while bathing it, and almost immediately, the horse fell out of favor.
It found out a long time ago that its owner is very clean, which probably has something to do with her being a woman. So it loves cleanliness more than other horses. It will clean itself of dirt and stains on the posts, and it will also stay away from fly-infested areas. Whenever it gets a chance, it grooms its face and horsehair with water.
"Devouring the Starry Sky: Sign In to God"
It keeps its fur bright, clean and hot all the time, which makes its owner often put his face against its neck and face, showing a very intimate expression.
It was named "Yueying", but its owner never called it.
She would say, "Yueying, you go... oops, I'm stupid again. Go west, go west!"
Sometimes it thinks that she, like herself, would rather call each other by names like "my master" or "my horse" than be embarrassed to call them by their first names.
Just like it always calls her "my girl" or "my master" in her heart, it can't always call out a name like "Mulan".
Maybe the other party is the same, it must be so.
—until it saw the horse.
It was a steed it had never seen before, and it was probably not very old, at least younger than himself. Its fur is black and shiny, and when it walks, it doesn't seem to be as light as the dirt under its feet.
It held its head high with grace, and although it was not tall, its strong bones told everyone that as long as it grew up, it must be a burly warhorse.
It watched as tears welled up in her Master's eyes.
It saw her walking over in a daze, calling its name...
"The shadow."
"Hee hee hee..." (That person looked at me like I was a black bean, so disgusting.)
Black beans, Yueying, the BMW of Shenjun.
It seemed to understand something, but that understanding kept it from breathing.
It's not even taller than itself.
If it was as tall and handsome as the leading dark horse, maybe it wouldn't be so hard to breathe.
That night, when their stables were next to each other, he turned his head and asked, "Your name is Yueying? What a coincidence, I am also called Yueying."
There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the black sweaty BMW.
"Is there a horse who dares to be called Yueying? I am a royal horse! The emperor rides a horse! Even if you are called Yueying, your name will soon be changed!"
So, didn't she call herself "Yueying"
So, does she never call it by its name
It breathed a sigh of relief, but heard "Yueying" and said again.
"But your master is really nice. He knows that I like black beans, so he gave me delicious bean flour! For the sake of your master's cleverness, I'll be nice to you too, so I won't bite you."
In that tone, it seemed that it was an honor not to be bitten by it.
It turned back a little irritably, and found that the substitute horse who had been beaten into the cold palace looked at it with sympathy, then stretched its big head over and leaned against its neck.
hateful! Your head is so heavy and so heavy, why is it leaning on my neck!
Don't think so, I will let the master ride you!
The heavy pressure made it gradually forget the owner's tears in the daytime and the fear caused by the name of "Yueying".
It was pressed by its neck like this, or leaned against its neck, and fell asleep with its eyes open.
The owner who met "Yueying" began to approach the dark horse more and more. That "Yueying" would never touch her with his head meekly, and would even smear her face with his snot. But no matter how excessive it is, the owner who loves clean will just pinch its nose and continue to love it more.
It was silent day by day, and it felt that the name "Yueying" escaped from itself little by little and became something else.
Or, that's someone else's stuff.
It was still being rode by its master to fight, but her eyes, her eyes, and the direction she directed it to go, all stared at "Yueying".
Until that day...
The dark horse overturned its master to the ground.
"Hey hee hee..." (Save your life, you're welcome!)
"Stupid horse!" Yueying's master cursed fiercely.
"Damn! Yueying! Your Majesty!"
It heard its master curse like this, and drove it forward.
Is it to save people
It's very familiar with this, its pace can be very fast, coming soon...
"I'm sorry. I have to save them!"
It heard its owner say this, and slapped its butt hard.
Most of the time, she was a gentle owner and never patted its body like this.
Her strength is so great, but she has never used it on it, except today.
It was in pain and ran wild. It wanted to tell her that it would run very fast without her having to work so hard, but it felt a sudden light on its body, and its master had already jumped off the horse.
It ran against the countless war horses that were rushing towards them, and suddenly understood its destiny.
It rushed towards these enemies, stood up desperately, rammed them with its head and body, and stopped them from continuing to move forward.
"Where did Crazy Horse come from! Damn it!"
"Damn! The man in front has fallen! It must be a big fish!"
"Why did another person jump down! Kill this crazy horse first!"
It fell on the battlefield.
War horses will never fall, even if they sleep and eat, they will always stand.
"Mulan, if we can see you next time, call me Chaoyang..."
It feels its soul gradually leaving its body.
It stared at her figure running towards Yue Ying until it was invisible.
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