My husband is a little brother [Grave Robber Notes]

He unconsciously smiled.

Without saying anything, he walked lightly and silently added firewood.In his surprised eyes, he took out a bowl of old Beijing fried noodles from the ring and gave him, "You are hungry, eat quickly."

"Only... only one bowl?" He stared at the attractive face and swallowed secretly, and said cautiously: "I'm not hungry, sister, you can eat."

She smiled and shook her head, "You are welcome. I said that I will take care of you along the way. How can I be so hungry. Eat quickly, or I will be angry."

After she pretended to be angry, he carefully held the noodles and ate them. He was really hungry, and as soon as he smelled the aroma of the food, he couldn't help but ate big mouthfuls.

Ling Shuang was slightly moved, and patted his back, which was as thin as a washboard, without saying a word.The little guy was so hungry that he finished a large bowl of noodles with fried sauce in two or three bites, and he still couldn't get enough of it.

"Your current body is not suitable for overeating. If you are not full, you can't eat anymore, or you will accumulate food. I will fetch water, wash my face and wash my hands, and wait for me here." She stroked the broken hair on his forehead, turned and left up.

The boy looked at her back until he was submerged in darkness, then he turned his head and stared blankly at the empty disposable packing box in his hand, not knowing what it was like in his heart.

Thinking of the food she just conjured out of thin air, he couldn't control the excitement in his heart. Is there really a god in this world?Was it sent by God to help him?

After thinking about it, he laughed at himself again, how is it possible, if there is a god, then why does he have to suffer so much, the drunkard father beat and scolded, his mother ignored him coldly, his brothers and sisters disliked him, now, there is not even a broken home up.He has completely become a vagrant.

This is how many lifetimes of sinning you get rewarded in this life.

But he never believed in fate, and he would do anything in order to live.

He threw away the lunch box in his hand.

Oh, I'm only here to pity him now, no need.

bad luck

When Ling Shuang came back with the water in his hands, he had already cleaned up his expression, and he had the appearance of a docile and innocent child again.

Ling Shuang wiped his hands and face carefully for him. Satisfied with the whiteness and tenderness, he moved out of his chaise longue and carried him to sleep on it.The little guy was embarrassed at first, but she forced him to press on it and covered him with a blanket.Sitting in front of the fire in a daze.

After arriving in Changsha, where will she go?

Thanks to the labor-management formation, she suddenly travels through time and space, and now she has lost her spiritual power, and the Kunlun Mirror that could have been used can no longer be used. It is really difficult to go back.

She is now sure that someone set up that formation on purpose. Wu Xie and Fatty are fine if they touch it, but she will be hit if they touch it. It seems that the person is still coming for her.

But... how can that person be sure that he will definitely pass by here.

What is the purpose of letting her come here?

The crackling of the fire, the chaotic high and low chirping of insects, and the steady breathing of the little guy around him made for a rare moment of tranquility.

She stood up, approached the chaise longue, squeezed the blanket for him, and lay down beside him softly.

Not long after, the boy who had already fallen asleep opened his eyes, it was clear and bright, and he closed them again in a blink of an eye.

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Changsha.

At the gate of the tall and stalwart city, a group of refugees surrounded the intersection tightly, and the bustling crowd was so noisy that they squeezed back and forth.

This was the scene when Ling Shuang and the others came.

"What's the matter here? Let's go and have a look."

She pulled the little guy to squeeze forward, and finally protected the little guy and squeezed to the front row, his hair was messed up.There was a long table at the door, and a scholar was sitting there, with a refined appearance, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and shouting loudly.

"Come one by one, don't crowd, queue up in an orderly manner to register!"

After shouting, his subordinates kept writing something, and muttered to himself, "The Buddha is too cruel, is this work done by humans? This is going to kill me!"

He spoke very softly, drowned in the din of voices, Ling Shuang didn't hear him.

She leaned forward to stretch her neck to see what to register, but was stopped by the guard with a gun.The registered scholar took the time to look up and see her, his eyes under the glasses widened, and he pointed at her and shouted.

"You! It's you! Little girl, do you know the civilized queue?"

She pointed to herself, "Me?"

The people behind squeezed against her back, and the gun barrel in front was horizontal, Ling Shuang was so hot that she shouted back.

"Brother! How long will this queue last? You should think of a way. I still have a child here!"

The scholar adjusted his glasses and sighed, "Oh, little girl, it's not that I won't let you go, it's just that the refugees come to register. This is an order. I can't even register, and they can't control it unless they line up. .Forget it, come here and register first.” Talking nonsense with her will be even slower.

Ling Shuang clicked his tongue, pointed to something in front of him and said, "You are stupid! What is this gun used for? Just shoot the sky and see if they dare to disobey?"

The scholar was not annoyed, his eyes lit up, "Yes, why didn't I think of it!" He said to the guard, "Hurry up and shoot."

As soon as he ordered to go down, there was a loud gunshot.

"Oh!"

Ling Shuang was startled inadvertently, and there was a sound of horseshoes. She looked around and saw a group of officers and soldiers in military uniforms on horseback running at a neat pace.

The leader was a handsome young man with sharp features. He was dressed in an army green military uniform, and he had an extraordinary temperament. He was the one who started the robbery.

After his shot, the refugees were successfully deterred, and no one dared to make trouble anymore, looking at these troops anxiously.His sharp gaze swept across the group of people, and he gave an order in a solemn voice.

"Everyone who enters the city must register, and those who don't line up, call out!"

Hearing that you can't enter the city without queuing, the refugees were scared and started queuing consciously.Ling Shuang took the opportunity to squeeze in the front few rows.

"Hey, Master Buddha, you are here! Is this work done by humans? Sure enough, it is only useful if you come here."

The man cast a glance at the scholar, "Shut up, register now!"

Ling Shuang:? ?

She seems to have heard something great.

She stretched her neck to look at the stern and majestic man, and she felt like shit, this is Zhang Qishan, Master Zhang Dafo?Her gaze was very direct, and she was noticed immediately. He glanced at her with precision, and his expression was stable, making it impossible for anyone to spy.

Being caught straight, she felt a little embarrassed, and turned her eyes away from him.Turning her eyes to the scholar who was writing vigorously, she thought, could this be the eighth master?

What kind of luck is she? She met two big shots as soon as she arrived.

There were a few people behind her, and a strong man stared at her back. He covered his empty left hand, and there was a venomous light in his eyes.

Soon it was Ling Shuang's turn to register.

Without raising his mouth, Qi Tie asked a series of questions, "What's your name, what's your age, where do you live, who's in the family, are you alive, what are your specialties, what kind of work have you done, and what is your intention to work in the future?"

Ling Shuang: ...

Is this an interview?

But she still answered one by one, "My name is Ling Shuang, Ling above Lingyun, the unparalleled Shuang in the world. I am 18 years old, I live in the world, and there is only one younger brother in the family. He is good at both civil and military skills. If If you have to talk about a profession, let's say it's a doctor, and your willingness to work in the future..." She paused.

Eight teeth were exposed, "Are you trying to arrange jobs for refugees? Then don't think about me, I don't plan to go to work, I have money."

Qi Tiezui:? ?Please don't flaunt your wealth so solemnly in front of him, please?

Zhang Qishan:  …

Qi Tiezui turned grief and anger into motivation, wrote her message in a swish, then looked at the little boy she was leading, looked back and forth between the boy's worn-out cotton coat and her high-quality skirt, and asked hesitantly: " This... is really your brother?"

She nodded, "Yeah, what's the problem? Look how much we look alike."

Qi Tiezui was heartbroken, smiled and opened his eyes and said nonsense, "Like!" Then he checked the registration information, "The family information is the same, please report your name and age."

"Name..." She got stuck, subconsciously looking at the little guy.

The boy looked at her too.

The two stared blankly at each other, stunned.

Zhang Qishan approached the two of them, suspicion surfaced in his heart, "Are you really siblings?"

Ling Shuang took half a step back with guilt, and stepped forward again, "Of course, he used to have a nickname, and he hasn't taken his first name yet. Brother, right?" She looked at the little guy.

The boy lowered his head and was a little annoyed. It was just a name. What was his name? It was such a hassle.If only he had to have a name...

He suddenly thought of the old house where he hated it. There were often tangerine peels drying in the yard. When he was hungry, he would secretly grab a handful and gnaw.

He hummed, grabbed her hand and said, "Sister, why don't you call me Chen Pi."

Ling Shuang was so frightened by the name that he almost threw off his little hand, "Dried orange peel? Is it the medicinal dried orange peel?" Her voice was raised a little.

The boy didn't understand her sudden mood swings and nodded.

She refused without thinking, "No, no, change it."

The boy innocently asked: "Why?"

Why?Of course it's because of an important boss in this book, even though it's not the same person, it's weird to be called this name in the future.Ling Shuang rubbed her forehead, trying to persuade him.

"I figured it out, this name is unlucky, and there will be bloody disasters in the future. Why don't we change the name?"

Qi Tiezui became interested, "Eh? Little girl, you can also tell fortunes? But..." He pinched his fingers unfathomably, and said in confusion: