Villains: The beginning rewrites fate, and the heroines burst into tears

However, the scene in front of him is a very bleak picture in the eyes of people outside the ancient painting artifact.

These children, including the skinny little girl, are sensible and make people feel extremely distressed.

Especially this little girl, at such a young age, she can't even take care of herself, yet she has learned to take care of others.

"That is!"
The little girl was praised by all the children, put her hands on her waist, and raised her chin arrogantly.

There was a happy smile on that dirty face.

She looked at the children who were eating steamed buns and felt a sense of satisfaction.

Immediately afterwards, she lowered her head and looked at the big, white steamed bun in her hand.

Her eyes were mixed with various emotions, and there was a strong sense of entanglement.

"Sister, eat quickly."
"When you are full, you can sleep well."
"Yeah yeah, it's uncomfortable to go to bed hungry."
The children were chattering loudly.

The tangled look in the little girl's eyes still hasn't dissipated.

There was a gurgling sound from the shriveled stomach.

She swallowed a few times, and looked away from the steamed bun reluctantly, as if she had made some decision: "You guys hide first, I'll be back in a while."

She left such a sentence and ran out of the temple again.

She galloped along the small streets in the city, holding tightly to the big white steamed bun and the old straw sandals, making rhythmic sounds when she stepped on the ground.

"Why doesn't this little girl eat that steamed bun?"
"Yeah, she looks hungry too."
"Where is she going?"
All the monks looked at the little girl very curiously.

Whether it's the emperor's inexplicable attention, or because of the girl's pure conscience, the monks outside the painting are very interested in her.

It's just that as the last place where the thin figure stayed appeared, all the monks present were stunned.

jaw-dropping!
……

Among the artifacts of ancient paintings.

The destination of the little girl running fast was the gate of the city, and the person she was looking for was also Liang Lin.

Into the city.

There is a simple tea shed.

It is a place where people who come and go to the city drink tea and rest on weekdays.

However, following the war, this tea shed also became defeated, and the shed was dilapidated, leaving only a dilapidated table and a wooden bench that could barely sit.

As for Liang Lin, he sat firmly on the wooden bench and never left.

He closed his eyes and sat here quietly.

"Give it to you."

Hearing the childish voice, Liang Lin suddenly opened his eyes.

He saw the skinny little girl holding a big white steamed bun with piercing eyes.

Those were a pair of big, very clean eyes, extremely clear.

There was a bit of fear in the little girl's eyes at this moment, as if she was a little scared.

She tried her best to stretch her arms and handed the steamed buns to Liang Lin, but she refused to take a step closer and was ready to run away.

Liang Lin didn't make a sound, but just looked at her calmly.

The panic in the little girl's eyes became more intense.

She suddenly took a step forward, and with a dirty hand, forcefully stuffed the steamed bun into Liang Lin's arms, and then ran away quickly.

Liang Lin didn't look away from her until her figure completely disappeared.

He looked at the steamed bun in his arms.

On the white and big steamed bun, five slender finger prints are very obvious.

……

Beyond the artifacts of ancient paintings.

The expressions of the monks were complicated, ranging from shock to astonishment.

"She may be afraid that Dijun will starve because he has no money. After all, looking at Dijun's appearance, it is completely impossible to tell that he is a rich man."
"The little girl's character is quite good."
"Although it is said that he stole Dijun's purse, he didn't spend a penny on himself. All the steamed buns he bought were given to the rest of the children."
"It is indeed a good character. In such a troubled world, a steamed bun is very important to a displaced person."
"As a child, she can voluntarily give up that steamed bun and give it to the emperor, which is enough to show her good character. I am afraid that an adult may not be able to do such a behavior in that era."

A group of monks sighed, and the discussion was very heated.

"So, this is why Dijun has been paying attention to her?"
A monk asked, with confusion in his voice.

Many people shook their heads slowly.

"How can you tell something like character at a glance?"
"Dijun has been paying attention to her, there must be other reasons?"
A monk said aloud.

After all, when I met Dijun for the first time, this girl was just a child who stole his money bag, and her character was not good.

Dijun, on the other hand, has been paying attention to this little girl from the moment they met.

How could it be because of character?
"I think so too. The emperor paid attention to this little girl, maybe he found something in her."
"Yes, I feel the same way."

"Just why?"

"Dijun's entry into the world is to sharpen his mind. If it is not a great feature, how can it attract Dijun's attention?"

A group of monks were discussing.

The monks present really couldn't figure out why the emperor paid attention to this little girl.

The situation in the ancient painting artifact continued to develop.

What emerged in the picture was still the thin and frail little girl.

Obviously, although the emperor didn't follow her on the surface, his spiritual sense has always been placed on this little girl.

"Cuckoo..."
The little girl seemed to have no strength and continued to run forward, her withered stomach was growling with hunger.

Her lips and face became paler and she looked like she was going to faint.

She walked to a water tank on the side of the street.

He poured some cold water into his stomach in big gulps, and didn't stop until his stomach was visibly swollen.

Immediately afterwards, she returned to the ruined temple.

By this time, it was nightfall.

The children in thin sackcloth huddled together, made rough quilts with withered grass, and fell asleep.

The wind came slowly.

Blowing the weeds, blowing the treetops, the dilapidated flags in the temple made a burst of sound.

The night was a bit cold, and the thin bodies of the children hugged each other tightly in the wind.

The little girl lit the firewood in the open space to dispel the darkness and cold of the night.

She was also a little sleepy, she got into the pile of children, hugged a shivering child, and fell into a deep sleep.