"But you have to know..." Song Ling was anxious and dissuaded Xiaoyu in a vain, saying, "After becoming a saint, I will sacrifice to the sky in the future! Xiaoyu, think about it again."
Xiaoyu smiled bitterly and turned to look at Song Ling.
The two of them were clearly holding hands together, but Song Ling always felt that she was far away from Xiaoyu.
On the round platform full of red silk not far away, the village chief was standing behind a half-person-high mahogany rack. On the shelf was a statue of medicine god and mountain god. The workmanship was exquisite, while the village chief was holding it in his hand.
A pearl as big as a person's head.
The girls of the age of Liuyun Ruins all want to go on stage to accept the test of the God of Medicine and the God of Mountain on Tianzheng Festival.
The one who passes the test is the saint.
Those who are selected as saints will receive generous rewards, and her family will always enjoy the subsidy from Liuyunxu. However, after the ten-year period expires, the saints need to worship the mountain god with pure heart and soul.
Sacrifice for it.
"Why are you here!"
An anxious voice growled.
Song Ling turned around and saw a beautiful woman walking towards her with an anxious expression.
"mother."
Song Ling heard her calling her.
"Didn't you let you have a good rest? Why did you run over?" The woman pulled Song Ling's hand and separated Song Ling and Xiaoyu. Then she looked at Xiaoyu with displeasure and said, "Who asked you to take him."
A Ling came here? Don’t you know if A Ling is sick?"
Xiaoyu seemed to be frightened, and his hands were twisted in front of him, and he stuttered: "I...I just want A Ling to see how I look after I was selected as a saint... Sorry, Mrs. Mu, I was wrong.
”
While speaking, the village chief on the stage had already started calling for the girl who should be chosen to go up.
Small fish are also among them.
As he shouted, the village chief saw his daughter.
He subconsciously stopped his mouth.
However, when the villagers saw that Song Ling did not go up, they all felt strange, and they couldn't help but shout and question the village chief, and at the same time pushed Song Ling onto the platform. In front of everyone, even if Mrs. Mu and the village chief were unwilling to do so, they could only let Song helplessly
Ling came to the stage.
Song Ling followed Xiaoyu in a daze, followed suit, and placed his hand on Mingzhu.
After a while, she heard the village chief crying.
A low and depressing cry.
Looking out, Song Ling saw that Mrs. Mu was covering her face with her hands and fell to the ground.
"A Ling, I'm sorry..."
"A Ling, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have called you here."
Xiaoyu's apology was heard.
The villagers of Liuyunxu were celebrating, celebrating their newly selected saint, and celebrating the upcoming harvest. Everyone agreed that the cry of the village chief and the village chief’s wife was crying with joy, after all, this was a glorious feat.
.
Song Ling was pushed into a room by many people.
The people surrounded her, dressed her up, put on a long red dress, and put on exquisite and gorgeous silver jewelry on her.
Outside the window, Mrs. Mu's eyes were already swollen from crying.
But how can the saint chosen in public go back on their word?
Bang!
Mrs. Mu hit the fish with a palm, then gritted her teeth and said, "You did it on purpose, right? I didn't want to die, so I sent my Jiaojiao on it. I had already given her the sober medicine.
Drink it, but you woke her up and took her to the Tianzhengtai!"
If hatred has its essence, the little fish at this moment may have been penetrated by thousands of arrows.
"No, no." Xiaoyu covered Gao's swollen face and denied with tears in his eyes, "I just want A Ling to see how I look after I was elected as a saint. I will not be able to meet her again in the future.
If you don’t see each other today, wouldn’t that be a farewell…”
"Get out! Don't let me see you again!" Mrs. Mu raised her foot in anger and kicked Xiaoyu in the heart, making Xiaoyu's face pale and her lips bluish.
The little fish who was driven out of the yard returned home in a daze.
What awaits her is a new round of blame.
"Why is it so useless? You can't even choose a saint, and you still have the face to come back." Brother Wu San spat at Xiaoyu with contempt, swung his hand and hit the back of Xiaoyu's head.
Xiaoyu staggered two steps without replying.
"There is no food for you to eat at home." Wu Yunxia, the eldest sister leaning against the door frame, glanced at Xiaoyu coldly and said, "If you haven't chosen a saint, you can go out to make a living by yourself. Whether it's dead or alive, it has nothing to do with us.
”
"But...but..." Xiaoyu looked up timidly to look at Wu Yunxia and said with tears in his eyes: "But I go to collect herbs every day. If it doesn't work, I can still do work. Please don't drive me away, don't drive me away.
I'll leave..."
But he is a twelve-year-old child. After leaving home, how can he survive?
The sound of coughing came from inside the house.
My mother, Liu, walked out with a dustpan, glanced at Xiaoyu, and scolded: "Don't you get out yet? You can't be a saint. What should you do with your mouth at home? A big waste, a small waste!
I don’t know what kind of evil I did, and I didn’t choose to have two daughters.”
Wu Yunxia, who was affected by the silence, was very angry, walked to Xiaoyu a few steps, grabbed Xiaoyu's ear, and said, "If I were you, I would have to hang a tree. I would have the face to come back and ask for scolding me."
"But elder sister was not selected back then!"
Xiaoyu, who had been holding it in for a long time, finally put in a word of resistance.
Bang!
Wu Yunxia was so angry that her face turned red and her neck was thick. She raised her hand and hit Xiaoyu's face and swollen from the other side.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Yunxia reached out and pointed Xiaoyu's eyebrows, poked Xiaoyu backed step by step, and said in her mouth: "Yes, I didn't choose, but I married the Butcher Zhao from the east of the village again.
I exchanged my family for ten yuan, what about you? What can you change?"
Speaking of this, Wu Yunxia's eyes turned and looked at the little fish, with contempt all over her eyes.
"I……"
"I……"
The little fish retreated to the door and fell to the ground without paying attention.
She looked up at Wu Yunxia, then at her father who heard the sound not far away, and her mother and brother who were standing in the yard with cold eyes facing her, her heart gradually filled with despair.
I don’t know whether it was sadness or despair, Xiaoyu got up with his hands and feet, pushed Wu Yunxia away, who was about to come and beat him, turned around and ran out.
Seeing Xiaoyu running away, Wu Yunxia didn't chase him, but just spitted from afar, with a arrogant expression.
The panicked little fish finally came to Song Ling.
At that time, Song Ling had already dressed up and sat on the edge of the bed like a puppet, holding a cart in her hand.
"A Ling."
Xiaoyu hid under the windowsill and whispered to Song Ling.
Song Ling turned his neck a little stiffly, looked at the little fish that was poking his head out, and asked, "Why are you here? What's going on with your face? Is your family hitting you again?"
"I'm fine." Xiaoyu looked around and didn't see the person guarding him, so he touched the house, squatted at Song Ling's feet, and said, "I'll come and see you, A Ling, I'm very
Sorry... If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been this far."