Those eyes that were so clear that they were almost barren and could not be reflected, but at this moment, they stubbornly reflected the panic-stricken me clearly into their eyes, as if they wanted to take away my soul, so they were imprisoned in those eyes.
"Don't go, Miao'er, don't go!"
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When I looked at this person, I just looked at it like this. In an instant, the piercing pain in my memory instantly woke up, flooding my limbs, crawling through every inch of skin, every strand of hair, every breath, and it has been deeply eroded and corrupted. Between the bone marrow, it was like an invisible hand firmly grasping my internal organs, making me unable to live or die, only tears poured out, washed my face cowardly, and slipped down the front of the man, spreading across the fields.
Why? Why are you still coming to arrest me? What more can I have? What else does he want from me
"Miao'er, are you crying?" He caressed my face bewildered, his voice was broken and choked, "Don't cry..."
I turned my face away forcefully, and said bluntly and coldly, "Your Highness, please respect yourself! There is no Shen Miao in the world, the girl's surname is Xu Mingsheng."
The man paused, and the wind stopped, "Xu Sheng... Xu... Sheng?"
"Let go of my mother! You are not allowed to touch her!" Suddenly, Xiao'er chased after him from nowhere, with a steel needle stuck in the man's arm.
The man did not shake in the slightest, but took me into his arms more tightly, and said in my ear: "Miao'er, if it weren't for my death, I would never let you go in this life. You, me and our Xiao'er. , we are a family!"
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Xiaoer... Yes! My only last baby! He must have arrested me this time to snatch Hui Xiao'er!
"Xiao'er, run!" I started to beat him, bite him and push him back with all my might, reckless, but all actions were in vain under the stubborn restraint of that person, like being hit by a fishing rod. A dying fish thrown on the shore, only to be dehydrated and suffocated.
Xiao'er is also extremely stubborn, she refuses to move in the slightest, and when she runs out of steel needles, she leans over and picks up a huge pomegranate to confront the man.
I stopped struggling abruptly, raised my head and said coldly in his ear: "How come you talk about a family? Your lord is absurd, and commoners like me don't dare to climb high, even if Xiao'er's biological father is the lord's half-brother, he is not the same as your lord. It's just a distant relative."
The man suffocated slightly, his face was as pale as ashes, and he smiled bleakly, as if he was swallowing bile bitterly, "Miao'er, why are you suffering... It's been two years... seven hundred and thirty-six days..."
"Little uncle—" Xiao'er actually knelt down in front of him, her little hands clasping the man's robe, "Xiao'er, be good, Xiao'er listen to little uncle's words and don't run around... You let my mother go, okay? Mother? Kissing her is afraid of her uncle, very afraid, very afraid..."
Hearing the words, the man's body was sluggish, as if he was hit by a heavy hammer directly at the door. He squatted down, got out from under his arm to escape, leaned over and hugged Xiao'er and ran down the mountain in a panic.
I don't know when Tiangong changed his face, thick dark clouds cascading and transpiring to cover the sky, and after a while, the raindrops the size of soybeans sifted down densely, splashing dust all over the place. A sharp bolt of lightning pierced the sky and hit the top of a spruce tree five paces away in front of my eyes. It burst into flames, followed by a roar of muffled thunder.
I was so startled that my foot was wobbled, and I fell to the side of the stone road. In the panic, I only remembered to hold Xiao'er tightly to my chest to protect me.
"Donor stay!"
I hurriedly looked back in the overwhelming torrential rain, but saw that the regent who was waiting to be chased by the prancing was surrounded by two monks on the left and the right, "Donor stay! The temple is clean, why bother women and children?"
The man's face turned cold, and he seemed to be in a hurry. He was lucky to break free from the suppression of the two masters. A ray of bright red appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he was about to chase after stepping through the rain curtain.
I gritted my teeth and turned my head to support the stone wall with one hand to get up, and I held Xiao'er in the other hand and limped down the mountain.
Another bolt of lightning slashed over my head and slashed straight behind me. A crisp sound caused me to turn around again. I saw a towering ginkgo tree that had been chopped by the waist, cut off and collapsed. , he stumbled and fell to the ground, "Miao'er! Don't go! Xiao'er~"
The man seemed to lose his direction in the mud, his hands were grabbing randomly in the void, not distinguishing east, west, north and south, the arrogant aura was immediately washed away by the heavy rain, and in an instant, there was nothing in the night firelight. Wrong and hesitation reappeared, children are generally vulnerable and helpless...
Can't listen! Can not watch! I put a hand over my ear and shook my head desperately, forcing myself to close my eyes and turn around and go down firmly.
The next moment, Xiao'er in my arms struggled to break free from my arm and slid down to the ground. In the rain, a pair of phoenix-eyed Jian Ying Ying looked at me and said in a milky voice: "Mother, little uncle can't see anything, Xiao'er can't leave him..."
Watching Xiao'er running towards the man in the rain, the strength I had for him was instantly drained, and I couldn't hold the weight in my heart any longer. My meridians seemed to be cut off under my feet, and I fell to the ground, piercing my heart with pain. Bone-devouring fingers curled up.
I want to cry, but I don't know how to cry, wandering between despair and panic, the only feeling is hurt! hurt! ! hurt! ! !
Desperate for the momentary soft-heartedness of the self, and fear for the momentary pause... How can I be as invincible as a stubborn rock? Pei Yanzhen! You are deceiving too much!
My heart cramped, my eyes went black, and I lost consciousness.
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When I woke up again, the surroundings were silent, and the oil lamps outside the tent were very weak. I only felt pain as if my forehead had been run over. It was only later that I could see clearly that a person was soaking wet and was sitting beside the bed holding my hand, with his forehead lying on the overlapping hands, motionless like petrified.
My hand was almost paralyzed, so I had to stretch out the other hand to push, but the man remained motionless, only the place he touched was burning... Could it be that he passed out
I sat up and was waiting for someone to be called when I heard two knocks on the door. It was a little master from the temple who came to deliver the ginger soup. Seeing that I stretched out my hand to break the man's fingers, I shook my head and said, "Ms. The donor does not have to do useless work. The two martial brothers in the temple just now couldn't pull the donor away. The abbot also tried to persuade him. However, the donor refused to eat soft or hard, refused to change the wet clothes, and insisted on guarding. in front of the bed."
"He... he passed out." I interrupted the little master.
The little monk stepped forward to take a look, and hurriedly went out to call two masters. The two of them tried hard to separate their fingers. The slender and pale fingers seemed to be conscious even in the faint, and they were firmly locked. Grab my hand, my arms are tense, not slack in the slightest.
No, it's hard to see the master in the temple in a dilemma. I got up and got off the couch, and asked the two masters to carry him on the couch. Since I could not break free, I could only let him hold my hand and lean on the bamboo stool beside the couch.
The abbot took his pulse and cut off: "This donor's pulse is unstable, and he must have suffered from a serious illness. If there is a little wind and rain, he will get cold and need to rest. He also has stagnation and stagnation of the heart, and the twelve meridians are blocked. In severe cases, the disease is terminal, and the medicines and stones are ineffective, so the old man can only prescribe a prescription for the purpose of relieving fever and reducing fever, treating the symptoms but not the root cause.
When I heard nothing, the old abbot sighed and copied a recipe to the little master.
The person on the couch started sweating after touching a stick of incense after being given the medicine, tossing and turning, frowning and mumbling constantly. After that, I don't know what I dreamed about, and my face became more and more pale, and I squeezed one of my hands tighter and tighter, with such great strength that I almost crushed one of my phalanges into powder.
I cried out in pain.
He suddenly woke up, sat up, and blurted out, "Miao'er!"
I took advantage of the momentum to pull out my hand, but was shocked by the force and took a few steps back to the door.
But seeing that he woke up from the dream, holding the empty palm, his face was blank, the only trace of blood quickly faded, and the pair of black eyes were empty and terrified, the next moment, he jumped up from the couch, He stumbled to the ground, knocked over the tables, chairs, and medicine bowls in a mess, groping all the way without any rules.
"Miao'er, where are you?"
I shouldn't have moved and curled up by the door, burying my head between my knees.
Until a pair of cold hands carefully caressed my back, but it seemed to be scalded by boiling water.
"Miao'er, you are still... still..." a sentence that was like the rest of your life after a catastrophe.
Why? Why can't we pretend to be strangers from now on? Since they can't see, then they don't know, don't know, don't recognize each other, and don't see each other again. Why are you persecuting me like this, forcing me into a corner where there is no way to retreat
The old years are ashes, and the years are covered with dust. Those stagnant times were released from the box, and the years flowed everywhere, understatement.
A few hot droplets landed on my back, soaking my already wet clothes.
"Miao'er, don't leave me again, okay? Two years, seven hundred and thirty-six days... Every day at midnight, I dream of despair, and my heart is bleeding... I can get used to loneliness, to suffer, to miss , but can never get used to not seeing you..."
I stared straight into the distance and said to myself: "I have nothing, nothing, really. You don't have to pretend that you have a deep affection for me. I used to be stupid and take everything seriously... Just, I even used my life to please you, what do you think I have left? Come on, what do you want now? Xiaoer? My only thought, do you want to take it too?"