There is a difference between animals and animals

Qingping let the old bustard lead her to treat the wound on her hand like a walking corpse, and then the old bustard told Nuan Xiang to serve Qingping so that she would not touch any water.

Nuan Xiang's face was covered with a thin layer of white veil, and a large red spot could be seen covering her entire left face, from her forehead to her eyes, and the lower part of her eyes was covered by the veil.

"Do you think I look scary?"

Nuan Xiang was combing Qing Ping's hair. Qing Ping looked at the other face in the bronze mirror. Nuan Xiang said that it was a red birthmark from her mother's womb. It was only a small piece when she was young, but it gradually spread when she grew up. I can't hide it.

Nuan Xiang has always been afraid of people looking at her. She always lowers her head when she walks, wishing to wrap herself up tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes.

Qingping shook her head, her eyes were empty.

Nuan Xiang took a wooden comb and combed Qingping Ya's long black hair carefully. Her voice was gentle: "Yan Niang said that you will be a peerless beauty in the future, and all men will fall for you."

Yanniang is the most popular name in Yihongyuan. Nuanxiang was originally a servant girl who served Yanniang, but now she has to serve Qingping.

Nuan Xiang lowered her body and rested her chin on Qing Ping's shoulder, she looked enviously at Qing Ping's slightly immature but beautiful face in the bronze mirror, she sighed: "If I was half as good-looking as you, I would be content to die. "

Nuan Xiang couldn't help reaching out and gently touching Sister Qingping's face, but she just took her hand back, panicked for a while as if she had blasphemed the gods, but seeing Qingping's indifferent and distraught look, she felt overwhelmed again. Lianxi said: "Cry if you want to cry. If you are not afraid of me, I can hold you and cry, just like your mother. Do you like songs? I will sing for you."

Qingping never said a word, but when Nuanxiang mentioned her mother, her lowered eyelids moved. After a long time, Qingping raised her head and said, "Sister Nuanxiang, I can ask you to inquire about something. ?"

Nuan Xiang put down the wooden comb, and it was rare for Qingping to speak. Nuan Xiang's sister called out and Nuan Xiang's heart melted. She nodded with a smile: "Say it, say it."

After Nuan Xiang left, Qingping was taken away by the bustard, and the bust asked an old lady to teach Qingping how to walk.Whatever they said, Qingping would do. Her eyes were always empty and lifeless, looking more like a puppet at the mercy of others than a person with flesh and blood and feelings.

One day passed like this, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the river, sparkling.

Qingping returned to the pavilion, she opened the window and stood on a high place looking down, there was a light boat paddling across the river, a little girl was sitting on the boat, holding a lotus in her arms, her face was flushed, her eyes were big and bright , I don't know what she saw, she pointed to a place with one hand, turned her head and smiled at the oars behind her.The little girl forgot that she was still holding the lotus pods in her arms, and when she let go of one hand, the lotus pods fell out of her arms.The little girl who had frowned with a smile earlier pursed her lips, looking very annoyed, and the oarsman behind her leaned back with a smile.

Qingping was thinking, the person paddling must be the little girl's father.They looked poor and dressed in simple clothes, but they smiled so happily.

Not long after, Qingping closed the window and sat back, she didn't take a sip of the food on the table, she didn't even take a sip of water, her complexion was slightly pale, but her lips were dry.

Qingping looked at the door, she was waiting for sister Nuanxiang to come back.

As night fell, there were music and music outside the building, and the noise was louder and louder.Qingping sat quietly in the room, next to her ears was the ringing of bells from the dancer's feet. The ringing sound was clear and joyful, and each sound was slowly but forcefully dunked into Qingping's heart, one after another.

Squeak—the sound of the door being pushed open.

Qingping looked up, Nuan Xiang had already opened the door and walked in, then closed the door again.

Qingping called out: "Sister Nuanxiang."

The pace under Nuan Xiang's feet paused, as if hesitating to speak.

Qingping asked with a pale smile, "Sister Nuanxiang, my mother kissed her... how is she?"

Nuan Xiang grabbed her shirt with one hand, she was hesitating, and she didn't know how to speak.Nuan Xiang was struggling in her heart: "Should I tell her, or...deceive?"

Qingping looked at Nuanxiang, but still smiled: "Sister Nuanxiang, you won't lie to me, will you?"

Nuan Xiang felt a pain in her heart and frowned, but she still shook her head and said firmly, "Sister Nuan Xiang will not lie to you."

"Then tell me, my mother, she..."

Nuan Xiang closed her eyes, and couldn't bear to say: "Your mother...she is gone."

Nuan Xiang opened her eyes again and looked at Qingping: "It's gone, do you know what that means?"

Qingping lowered her eyes and said nothing.

After Nuan Xiang persuaded her, she withdrew, saying that Yanniang was looking for her, and she would come to see Qingping later.

Qingping felt that her hands and feet were getting cold, and her heart felt like a stone had pierced her heart, with a huge hole, dark and painless.

Before Qingping's father coaxed Qingping out, Qingping saw her bloodied mother crying and hugging her father's feet, but she was kicked back again.

"Qing'er, mother doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

Every time my father lost all his money, he would be very angry, and when he got home, he would grab my mother and beat her.After being beaten, mother always hugged Qingping like this and said she didn't hurt at all, but Qingping couldn't finish wiping away mother's tears.

Qingping walked to the window dully, she opened the window, the moon outside the window was extremely beautiful, the moonlight filled the river, covered with a layer of silver light.

"Mother, are you crying? Qing'er wiped your tears, Qing'er came to wipe your tears, mother."

Qingping stepped on a stool and stepped over the wooden window, her frail body jumped lightly, and the moonlight all over the river was smashed to pieces.

The river gradually submerged Qingping's head, and her world returned to tranquility, like returning to her mother's arms. Qingping was relieved, and all her sorrows and pains turned into nothingness. Under the comfort of her mother, the exhausted Qingping slowly closed her eyes.

Her body sank slowly, and Qingping knew that she was about to see her mother.

"Qing'er, come here, master will give you something good. Na na na! With this sword, in the future, whoever bullies you will beat him, and if you can't beat him, run away. Master will teach him for you."

"Junior Sister, look, the flowers on Buddha Mountain are blooming."

"Senior sister, come and taste the sweet-scented osmanthus cake I made, is this the taste you liked when you were young?"

"Senior Sister! Senior Sister! Please do me a favor and let me sleep for a while. Master is here to wake me up."

"Hee hee, senior sister, you still love me the most."

In the chaos, these voices lingered, in some kind of silent roar of pain, like a voiceless voice that calmed the nerves, came leisurely, soothing Qingping's heart.

In the suffocation of the darkness, Qingping felt a burst of coolness coming from the palm of her hand, and her right hand, which was originally empty, seemed to grasp something substantial.

"I have a master, I have a brother, and I have a brother and a sister."

Qingping suddenly opened her eyes, she tightly held the Xuenv sword in her right hand, leaped in the air, and swung the sword over.

Bi Luo hurriedly closed the umbrella, just as the Shura umbrella was closed, Qingping quickly moved close to her, Bi Luo met her with a palm, was beaten flying, and the Shura umbrella dropped from her hand.Bi Luo was beaten and fell into the poisonous miasma. With the help of the strong poisonous miasma, Bi Luo quickly disappeared.