The dead leaves on the roadside were swept up by the wanton wind and sand, flew to the sky, turned leisurely in the air, and then fell back to the ground flutteringly.
The setting sun in the west dyes the sky red, but it doesn't make people feel the slightest sense of beauty. Instead, it creates a sense of desolation and desolation out of thin air.
Suddenly, a discordant "quacking" sound broke the desolate and silent painting, which seemed to have caused the gods to be careless and accidentally spilled ink on the painting. Groups of messy and disorderly black shadows instantly covered the originally beautiful scene.
red sky.
For some unknown reason, a group of blood crows suddenly circled neatly in the sky, staring coldly at the end of the yellow sand road. The setting sun in the west gave the crows' eyes a tinge of blood, making them look ominous and strange.
The strange and unpleasant screams suddenly stopped, and the only sound left in the whole world was the slightly chaotic sound of flapping wings.
And a vague shadow gradually appeared on the small road filled with yellow sand. Under Blood Crow's indifferent gaze, the shadow gradually became clear: it was an ordinary log-colored carriage, and the horses pulling the carriage could not be named.
It was a good horse, but it walked forward unhurriedly under the strange gazes of blood crows all over the sky.
One step, two steps, three steps...
Suddenly, the blood crow began to circle, then suddenly opened its sharp beak, and after a squawk, it quickly dived towards the carriage. The cruelty and madness revealed in the blood-colored eyes almost turned into reality.
The horses in the carriage even faintly smelled the smell of carrion on the blood crow's beak. Two wisps of white air were sprayed out from the huge nostrils to resist the unpleasant smell, but their footsteps did not change at all, and they continued unhurriedly.
walking.
"call."
Just before the bird's beak touched the horse's body, a burst of fresh air burst out from inside the carriage. The oncoming blood crow turned into fly ash silently in an instant. The fresh air grew stronger in the wind, filling the whole world in an instant.
, the whole world suddenly disappeared from the unpleasant chirping sound, only the steady sound of the old horse's hooves and the long snort were left.
"Da-da-da-da-da-da" The rhythmic sound of horse hooves lasted for an unknown period of time, but suddenly stopped. The door curtain of the carriage was opened by an old and lean hand, and then a man with white hair and beard was revealed.
, a face with deep wrinkles.
The old man with white hair and beard looked at the young corpse-like figure standing in front of him, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. The figure in front of him looked very young, about five or six years old. He was thin and wearing an ordinary blue shirt.
However, at this time, there were a lot of blood stains and holes on the green cloth, which should have been pecked out by the blood crows. There was still something holding tightly in the young hands. It seemed to be a cheap piece that could be easily picked from.
A jade pendant bought from a roadside stall.
The old man reached out and subconsciously stroked the goat's beard on his chin, raised his head slightly, and didn't know what he was thinking about.
"Ah~ endure~" came a lazy and childish voice, and saw a little girl with a boy bun and Qingjin raised her hands high and yawned, and then rubbed her own with two small hands.
With sleepy eyes, he opened the curtain and said, "Master, are we there yet?"
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"Hey, who is this person...it seems...not dead yet." The little girl seemed to have seen a lot of bloody scenes, and was not too uncomfortable with such a bloody appearance. Seeing this and
The chest of his almost young body was still rising and falling slightly. He looked at the old man who was raising his head and pinching his goatee, and shook the old man's arm indifferently as if he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Master, he is so pitiful." The little girl's eyes were bright. Seeing the miserable state of the child who was about the same age as him, the little girl said with a hint of unbearability: "Let's save him."
"Huh?" The old man was shaken back to his senses and said hesitantly: "This kid is a little strange..."
"Help him! Help him!" The little girl stared with watery eyes, holding the old man's arm and shaking reluctantly.
The old man sighed helplessly, stretched out his old palm and touched the girl's head lovingly: "Haha, I was just thinking about something just now, and I didn't say I wouldn't save him." Then he smiled and gently picked up the little girl.
The boy entered the carriage.
The little girl touched the messy boy bun on her head, her red lips turned up slightly, and then her mouth became round and puffy as she walked into the carriage.
The old man carefully cleaned the wounds on the little boy's body and bandaged them with medicine. He turned his head and glanced at the angry little girl and said with a smile: "You little baby are you still angry?"
"Master obviously did it on purpose!" the little girl opened her eyes wide, raised her mouth, and pointed her stubby finger at his nose and shouted crisply.
"Uh...how could it be!" The old man pinched his goatee in embarrassment when his thoughts were revealed, then he smiled and rummaged through the box to find a piece of Qingjin and was about to put it on the little boy.
"Hey, hey, master, those are my clothes!" the little girl hurriedly took the master's hand and said with a little shyness on her fair oval face.
"Is it possible to let him wear mine?" The old man smiled and touched the little girl's head again. "A good man will do his best. You can't let him be naked."
The little girl's mouth was glutinous. She wanted to say something but didn't say it. She touched the messier boy bun on her head and stamped on the old man's foot angrily. "Ouch~" Although it didn't hurt, the old man still felt the pain.
Still cooperative, he bent down and touched the instep and let out a "howl".
"Ouch!" Looking at the silver-white beard in the little girl's hand, the old man felt like crying. "Is this how you learned what the teacher taught you?"
"Hmph!" The little girl's lips curled up slightly, "Let the master bully me!"
"Hmph~"
I don't know whether the old man applied the medicine too well or the little boy's injury was not as serious as it appeared. The little boy made a few unconscious hums and slowly opened his eyes.
What caught his eye was a fair and tender oval face and... a slightly messy boy bun. A trace of confusion flashed through the little boy's eyes, as if he realized that he was in a strange environment and pinched it subconsciously.
The object in his hand didn't have a warm texture, but it made him feel slightly relieved.
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, then he put his little hands on the ground and tried to sit up.
"Bang!" The young body fell heavily again.
"Hey, hey, you, you didn't see such a big blood hole on your arm!" The little girl pouted her red mouth and glanced at the bandage that was bleeding again and said, "Master just tied the bandage.
It’s time to tie it up again.”
Only then did the little boy realize that there was an old man with white hair and beard next to him, stroking his goatee and looking at him. The little boy seemed a little introverted, with a waxy mouth, and he wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it.
Seeing the little boy's calm look, the old man showed a "kind" smile and said, "Little guy, what's your name?"
"Wow~Wow" the little boy looked at the deeply wrinkled face in front of him and forced it to stretch out. The more he looked at it, the more he felt like the image of a "human trafficker" and "big bad guy" described by his mother. Coupled with the fear brought by the unfamiliar environment, he even had
Thinking of the miserable life in the future, I felt so sad that I burst into tears.
The old man's "kind" smile suddenly froze on his face. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the little apprentice who covered his mouth and looked like I don't smile. There were a few black lines on his forehead. He then pretended to be calm and seemed to be talking to himself.
Said: "It's normal for a little baby to be scared when he sees a strange environment when he wakes up. Xiao Yue'er, I'll go ahead and drive. You can take good care of me."
"Yes, Master." The little girl said with a straight face, as if she was determined to fulfill her master's destiny.
The old man looked at the little girl's face, which was about to become tense, and slightly raised her forehead, turned around and got out of the carriage. "The children now..."
"Hehehehe...hahahahaha!" As soon as the old man left the carriage, the little girl couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't stop laughing.
The old man outside the carriage didn't seem to realize it. The humiliation didn't happen once or twice anyway. Well, just get used to it.
"Strange..." The old man frowned slightly after getting out of the carriage, looked up at the sky, and then at the carriage behind him, his two fingers constantly changing.
"Forget it, forget it, the avenue is fifty, just throw away one of the shields. If you can't figure it out, forget it." The old man murmured softly, then chuckled, shook his head, and put down his fingers that were constantly changing.
Although the little boy felt a little baffled, he was still infected by the little girl's laughter. He gradually stopped crying. Looking at the little girl laughing and holding her belly, he mustered up all his courage and momentum and asked: "You...
who are you!"
It took the little girl a while to stop laughing, and she rolled her eyes when she heard this: "What's going on with your tone? We saved you, okay?"
"Thank you... thank you." The courage that the little boy finally mustered up suddenly disappeared, and his sickly face was stained with a blush.
"Hey, forget it, my name is Han Yue, what's your name?" Perhaps because he was in a good mood, Han Yue didn't care too much and introduced himself openly.