The day when the white horse roared and the west wind was reborn

It’s been almost a month since I’ve been here, I’ve been living in a groggy state, I haven’t figured out reality and dreams, my mind is in a mess, one moment is a university class, the other moment is the cries of burning, killing and robbing women and old people, different pictures Alternately, it made her head feel like it was exploding, and she was in pain.

Traveling through time, she always thought that the plots that only appeared in novels and TV dramas actually happened to her. When she opened her eyes, she stared dully like watching a movie. The young man who was killed, the pungent smell of blood, she hid in a corner, watching the fight not far away, even forgetting her fear.

For a moment she thought she was dreaming.

Until those corpses were placed in front of her in a haphazard manner, and the naked women stared at the sky with wide eyes, but Li Wenxiu felt that they were looking at her. He kicked and didn't respond.

The vicious man spoke with a heavy accent and screamed at herself, but she didn't hear anything. The severe pain told her that everything she saw and experienced was real.

She really experienced a night of killing, not a dream or a well-made 3D movie, she wore it, and went directly from the sleepy classroom to the purgatory on earth.

For the next few days, she woke up after sleeping and waking up. After the high fever, she was still in poor spirits. The people who took care of her thought she was scared out of her wits. Only she knew that she didn't want to wake up. Sleeping all the time, will you wear it back?

Ha, it's ridiculous. One second, she was listening to the professor in the auditorium on "The Charm of Jin Yong's Martial Arts Novels", and the next second she experienced it personally - grasslands, tents, Kazakh clothing. Do you want to write a travel note " My days in <White Horse Roaring West Wind>"?

Yes, she transmigrated into Jin Yong's not-so-famous novella "White Horse Roaring in the West Wind" and became the new heroine, Li Wenxiu, whose name was similar to that in reality.

Almost, does not mean the same, she is Wenxiu, the unique Wenxiu.

It's not the naive and self-abased girl in the book.

I remember that in class, the professor always made jokes about her, and said that she really had a bit of Li Wenxiu's temperament, which became a joke in the department for a while, but unexpectedly, she became the Li Wenxiu in the book.

Because of the similar names and the fact that this is a short novel, "White Horse Roaring West Wind" has become a martial arts novel that Wenxiu has rarely read. I remember discussing this book with my roommates in the dormitory. Everyone agreed that Li Wenxiu and Huo Qingtong are the same The two girls can become the most miserable heroine in Jin Yong's works.

Thinking of the sentence in the book, "That's all very good, but I just don't like it", she felt sorry for that girl from the bottom of her heart—her childhood sweetheart fell in love with someone else, but she didn't know the person she liked.Women are always easy to sympathize with the weak, especially a woman like Li Wenxiu who is outstanding but has a rough fate in the book, it is easier to earn tears. I remember that when I read it, she cried with snot and tears...

But this does not mean that she is willing to become Li Wenxiu in the book.

A complete cup of tea!

"Are you awake?" An old voice interrupted her fugue.

Wenxiu hurriedly sorted out her state, now she was playing the little girl whose parents died and was frightened by the killing and blood.

In a month's time, even if there is really a little problem, so many days of rest should have been done long ago. Now Wenxiu just doesn't want to face the reality.

"Yeah." Wrapped in a blanket, she looked up at the person who came in with the curtain lifted.

The visitor was tall, with all white hair, wrinkled face, hunchback, holding a bowl of steaming soup, the pungent smell of the soup could be smelled from far away.

"Drink the medicine." He handed over the soup and habitually covered Wenxiu's forehead with his hand.

Male breath sprayed on her pseudo-children's face, Wenxiu was shy, her cheeks were a little red, she had read the book so many times, of course she knew who it was, Ma Jiajun, the sad male supporting role in the original book, has always been disguised in the original book The centenarian "Grandpa Ji", in fact, he is a rather handsome young man, he raised the heroine and fell in love with the heroine, but was beaten to death by his master in order to protect the heroine, He was in his 30s when he died.

As a good student in the eyes of teachers and a good child in the eyes of parents, Wenxiu has been following the rules set by the family. In order not to delay her studies, the family has told the university not to fall in love, even though her body is a little girl now. Li, but the soul is a mature adult. Although Wenxiu has never seen him, this does not prevent her from secretly flirting in her heart, a handsome guy who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, Ou Ye!

It's so embarrassing to be in such intimate contact with my YY object! !

Seeing his faltering wrinkled face, Wenxiu lamented the magic of the disguise technique. If she hadn't known it in advance, who would have thought that such a senile centenarian would be a young man, matching the back of his wrinkled hand? Bi, his palms were extraordinarily soft, with a layer of calluses on the fingertips and palms.After all, Wenxiu is not a real seven-year-old girl. After knowing the plot, she has become extremely sensitive, and even a tiny detail may attract her attention——

These are not the hands of an old man.

Wenxiu served the decoction and wrinkled her delicate nose. This was probably the only harm of pretending to be sick. She had to drink a large bowl of decoction every day that was so bitter that she wanted to vomit. At first she thought, taking advantage of the other party going out The time is secretly poured out, but the so-called "temporary guardian" in front of him doesn't seem to be so easy to fool. He has to watch himself drink the medicine every day before going out.

After all, Wenxiu is not a real child. Even with the skin of a lolita, she can never be as innocent and innocent as a child. She can't pester the "old man" to ask things, and she herself belongs to the kind of inarticulate After a period of time, this "Grandpa Ji" didn't feel as pity and love for her as described in the original book, and they were more like strangers living under the same roof, except for taking medicine every morning. and three meals a day, Wenxiu hardly sees each other.She thought more than once that the other party had already seen that she was pretending to be sick, so she deliberately took such a bitter medicine to punish herself.

"Don't drink medicine, okay?" Wenxiu said, but the child's soft voice made her "discuss the matter" sound like a baby.

"No." "Grandpa Ji" put on a straight face, and spit out two words coldly, the creases on his face were as sharp as knives, and his stern eyes reminded her of the visiting teacher in the college entrance examination.

Such a strong aura made Wenxiu shiver involuntarily, she squeezed her nose and quickly poured down the soup, then passed the bowl over.

After putting away the bowl, Ma Jiajun with an "old man's face" walked out of the tent without looking back, without saying a word.

I really don't know how this "Grandpa Ji" in the original book can give people the image of a kind and extraterrestrial expert. Maybe his kind side is only given to the little girl named Li Wenxiu in the original book, not himself, the "fake" person with the same name and surname. loli".

The same event, another person, the result is really different.

Now that the process is different, will the result of the butterfly effect be different?

Looking at that weather-beaten face, Wenxiu thought in a daze.

☆, I don't want to eat meat...