Perhaps because they are similar in age, Nie Yun couldn't help feeling a little closer to the cute little girl wearing a boy bun in front of him, and his fear of the unfamiliar environment also dissipated a lot. Hearing the little girl
He tilted his head and thought about it, "It should be six years old. I remember my parents just celebrated my sixth birthday."
Han Yue's smart eyes turned around, revealing a sly smile and said: "That's it, although I am also six years old, but I am in the first month of the year, you have to call me sister! Come on, call me and listen.
."
"But it's only February." Nie Yun was a little unconvinced. How could a man like me get a sister for nothing? I want to be a brother! "My birthday is also in the first month of the month!"
"Hey, I'm born in the first year of the new year!" Han Yue suddenly put her stubby little hands on her waist, her smart eyes widened, and she said with a bit of elder sister's aura: "Call me sister!"
Nie Yun was really stunned by this inexplicable momentum. He was short of breath and said dizzy, "Sister, sister..."
"Hey, is this ridiculous, dear brother, hee hee." Han Yue seemed to be enjoying the joy of being a sister for the first time, her big eyes narrowed into two crescent moons, which was particularly cute.
"Ahem." As a coughing sound came from outside the car curtain, Han Yue seemed to remember that there was such a person outside the car, and then smiled and said: "By the way, the old man just now is actually my master. Although he looks like
He doesn’t look good, but he’s still a nice person, and he bandaged your wounds.”
Zhang Qiuni finally heard that his good apprentice was taking credit for him. He opened the car curtain at the right time and sat in again and said, "My surname is Zhang and my given name is Qiuni. Just call me Mr. Zhang."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but show a "kind" smile, which made little Nie Yun hold his mouth shut in fright, but he held it back and said, "Thank you...Thank you, Grandpa Zhang."
Zhang Qiuni silently suppressed his smile. Although he was a little depressed, he still asked as kindly as possible: "Why do you, a little baby, appear here alone? Where are your parents?"
These words seemed to arouse the sadness in Nie Yun's heart, causing the tears that he had managed to hold back to flow down again. "I don't know where they went."
"Hey, eh, eh, don't cry." As soon as the child cried, Zhang Qiuni panicked for a moment, touched his head, and comforted in a soft voice: "I can take you to find your parents.
."
"Wow~~Wow! Nie Yun cried louder.
"This... this... this..." General Zhang cast his pleading eyes on the six-year-old apprentice.
Little Han Yue rolled her eyes and slapped Nie Yun on the head: "Why are you crying? Such a big boy is still a crybaby!"
"I'm not a crybaby!" Little Nie Yun sniffed, stubbornly covered his mouth and mumbled.
"Then quickly tell me where your home is, and I will help you find your parents." Xiao Hanyue put her hands on her hips, acting like a big sister: "Even if your parents can't be found, I will raise you!"
"Ouch!" Just when little Han Yue was immersed in little Nie Yun's grateful gaze and intoxicated by her eldest sister's grace, she suddenly got a thrill.
"Little one, how do you support others?"
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In the last years of North Vietnam, Emperor Yue Li was ignorant and politically corrupt, which led to the loss of life and the boiling of public resentment. In the midst of the storm, a hero rose up, expelled the Tartars, unified the country again, and named the country Qian. This was the first year of the Yuan Dynasty.
In the second year of the Yuan Dynasty, that is, this year, Emperor Daqian pointed his sword at Canyue and completely drove Canyue out of the Central Plains.
"That's why so many people died, and that's why I couldn't find my parents, right?" Little Nie Yun propped up his chin, murmuring with some sadness: "Why on earth is there a war? Everyone is happy. Isn’t it bad?”
Mr. Zhang touched Xiao Nie Yun's head with complicated eyes: "Maybe if we don't fight, more people will die?"
"Does someone have to die?" Xiao Nie Yun raised his head, his clear eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.
"Hey..." Mr. Zhang let out a long sigh.
Huangsha Town is only a hundred miles away from the northern border of Daqian. It is the northernmost city in Daqian. This also caused the people in the city to hide and flee to the south when the Canyue fled north. At this time, a Look, the originally prosperous border trade city is actually sparsely populated, like an abandoned city.
"Xiaoyun, do you still remember where your home is? Take me to see it." Mr. Zhang turned around and asked, looking at the sparse but complicated streets.
If Nie Yun's parents were still alive, they would have returned to their original residence, or even left some messages behind.
"Yeah, yeah, I remember."
Maybe it was because the medicine was effective. In just a few days, Nie Yun's originally quite serious injury was almost completely healed. At this time, he nodded excitedly and led Zhang Qiuni and Han Yue to show their strength. After a few turns on the messy street, we entered a secluded courtyard.
"This is it." Nie Yun looked at the ajar door in front of him, with a bit of joy in his eyes, and walked forward and opened the door in two steps.
The courtyard is not big, and once you open the door, you can have a clear view of the entire courtyard.
There is a tall ginkgo tree standing in the center of the yard. The gentle wind blows up the golden leaves, flying to the sky, and then falling to the ground.
There are a few bamboo chairs and a small low table scattered under the shade of the ginkgo tree. Perhaps because no one has been there for a long time, the tables and chairs have been covered with a layer of golden color.
"Dad, Mom, are you back?" Nie Yun shouted happily and opened the door of the master bedroom.
Looking at the empty room and the bed covered with dust and ash, Nie Yun's eyes dimmed slightly and he murmured: "How could...nothing."
Nie Yun ran to the study room unwillingly, and his voice became cautious: "Dad, mother... stop hiding..."
Zhang Quniu gently brushed away the golden flakes that had fallen on the table and chairs, then turned around and looked at the rusty door lock that had fallen to the ground. Then he sighed with understanding and looked quietly at the little boy in front of him. The boy opened door after door with anticipation, but showed disappointment again and again.
When Nie Yun burst into tears and opened the door to the last room with only the remaining hope, looking at the empty woodshed, the last bit of luck in his heart collapsed.
Nie Yun bit his lower lip tightly, holding back tears and ran to the shade of the ginkgo tree that had carried his childhood, hugged his knees with his hands, and buried his face in it... just like before.
Low sobs came, and Han Yue no longer laughed at him for being a crybaby. She sat quietly next to Nie Yun, clumsily stroked Nie Yun's back and comforted him softly: "Okay, stop crying. ,you
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My parents don’t want to see you cry, right?”
Nie Yun did not raise his head, a bit of confusion and helplessness flashed through his red and swollen eyes, and he swallowed: "But...I...I can't find my parents...I have no family anymore..."
Han Yue followed the example of her master and gently gave Nie Yun a chestnut, puffing up her cheeks and feigning anger: "The sister I just recognized a few days ago doesn't recognize you now?"
Nie Yun raised his head and stared at the young face in front of him with misty eyes until Han Yue looked a little shy.
"Why do you think so..."
Before he finished speaking, Nie Yunwu stretched out his hand and hugged the same young figure in front of him tightly in his arms.
Han Yue seemed to be frightened, her body stiffened for a moment, and then slowly relaxed, feeling the wetness coming from her shoulders, and patted Nie Yun's back gently.
"Brother, be good. Stop crying. Be good."
Zhang Qiuni looked at the pair of children in front of him, and was a little distracted for a moment. His eyes seemed to see the beauty that was lost in time and lingering in the memory, and he was actually in a trance.
Zhang Qiuni came back to his senses, smiled and touched Nie Yun, who was gradually calming down, and said with a smile: "You don't have to worry, maybe your parents just haven't come back yet. Maybe they will come back after we live here for a while."
It’s back.”
"Well..." Nie Yun gently wiped away his tears, as if wiping away the confusion and helplessness in his eyes, and nodded gently.
Time flies like water, and one month flies by in an instant.
On this day, Mr. Zhang, with a solemn face, sat high in the hall, looking at Nie Yun who was solemnly bowing in front of the hall and said seriously.
"From now on, you, Nie Yun, are my disciples, Zhang Qiuni."
"When you enter a master's sect, you should have sect rules. Firstly, you must not deceive your master and destroy your ancestors. Secondly, you must not kill each other in the same sect..."
There was a trace of solemnity on Nie Yun's young face that did not suit his age, and he bowed heavily. "Disciple, please remember this!"
Han Yue on the side looked at her fair and tender face and said with a smile, "Then you will be both my younger brother and my junior brother from now on. If anything happens in the future, senior sister will protect you. 1"
"Thank you, senior sister." Nie Yun's fair and tender face was slightly rosy, and he replied with a waxy expression.
"Hehe, call me sister again." Han Yue said with a smile on her pretty face.
"Sister, sister, sister!" Nie Yun called out several times in a row, which made Han Yue grin widely, and then said with a hint of seriousness: "I will definitely protect my senior sister when I grow up."
There seemed to be a flash of water in Han Yue's bright eyes: "I hate it, I am the senior sister, who wants you to cover me?"
Zhang Qiuni looked at the two children playing, stroked his snow-white goatee and smiled happily: "Since you two are from the same sect, you should help each other."
"Students, please remember." Nie Yun bowed and replied seriously.
"Okay, okay, I will protect you now. When you grow up, you will protect me. Don't regret it!" Han Yue responded in a naive voice.
"Pull the hook, hang yourself, it won't change for a hundred years..."
As the ginkgo leaves fluttered, the delicate laughter of young children spread. The golden leaves rolled up and flew to the sky, carrying the tender vows between two children into the void. What was left behind was the throbbing engraved in the heart.