Cheyenne is a country that only exists in songs and legends. It is a place full of yearning for sacrifices, but it is also a place that will never be reached in a lifetime.
Grandma said that Xia An has the most beautiful flowers in the world, the kindest people, and her father whom she has never met. Whenever the name Xia Anguo is mentioned, grandma's pure and clear blue eyes are filled with tears.
There will be endless tenderness. Even if a lot of memories are lost, the smile on the corner of Aniang's lips will be unforgettable forever. Because of this smile, she remembers a person, a person she met on the most painful day and will remember her from then on.
"Little brother..." He paused in confusion, murmuring a familiar yet unfamiliar name in his mouth, but did not dare to look at Ning Xizui with his lost eyes.
In her memory, besides her mother-in-law, the person who treated her the most tenderly was such a bastard that she would choose to forget even him?
The drizzle is silent, stringing together the incomplete memory fragments and turning them into the breeze to that afternoon. In the fragrant air, in the deserted and dilapidated street corner, the forgotten scenes are replayed.
The water in the iron pot has been boiling. Because a small handful of fragrant rice is put in the pot, the fragrance is overflowing. Even the miserable life is invisibly sweeter. This makes the hungry little girl very happy. She is sick.
, because the dilapidated house at home collapsed and she developed a high fever in the heavy rain, she had not eaten anything for a day and a night. It is inevitable for a sick child to have some extravagant wishes. Her extravagant wish was to drink a large bowl of thick fragrant rice porridge instead of rice soup.
, for this reason, grandma went out early in the morning to look for fragrant rice.
Humming softly to the songs taught by her grandma, the little girl looked expectantly at the street, but what she expected to see was not the familiar figure of her grandma, but strange foreign people.
"Girl, run quickly! Your mother has been arrested! Be careful and wait for the officers and soldiers to arrest you!"
The two Dayao people were just here as a friendly reminder. After speaking, they left in a hurry, leaving the frightened little girl standing next to the broken iron pot.
Aniang...was taken away?
Her little body trembled in the wind, and tears fell in large drops. No one saw her helpless state, and no one sympathized with her.
Why are they always bullied? Just because the color of their eyes is different from other people's? The house collapsed and their home was gone. Why should they take away her only relative? They just want to find a corner to live together and live a simple life.
Go down!
Sad, crying, helpless and desperate, as if God wanted to respond to the anger and questions in the little girl's heart, a ray of light and a hand of tenderness came gracefully.
"Come with me, I will take you to your mother."
Through her tear-soaked fingers, the little girl looked at the boy in front of her who was a few years older than her in amazement. The boy had long light golden hair that was as dazzling as the sun, and a serious expression on his fair face. He was more gentle than those with a straight face.
Green eyes as clear as jade. If she were not anxious and scared at the moment, the little girl would probably regard this as a dream, and regard the sudden appearance of the young man as a kind-hearted fairy in the dream, and indulge in the feeling of being flattered by being treated tenderly.
"Aren't you looking for your mother? Come with me, I know where she is." Seeing the little girl timidly, as if in fear, the young man stretched out his hand in front of her.
There are very few people with this kind of hair color. It is a characteristic of another ruined nation. If you see such a person, you should immediately think that this is a relative who comes from the same land as Abba. Thinking of what Aniang said before,
Looking at the young man's gentle and sincere eyes, the little girl hesitated for a moment and finally reached out her hand, carefully grabbing the remaining kindness in the isolated situation.
That hand was slender, warm and soft. When held by it, one could feel firmness but not hurt. It was as if he always touched her after careful consideration. What he brought was always tenderness and tenderness.
It was not harmful. But at that time, the little girl could not imagine how much courage it would take for him to hold this hand tightly the next day.
"Little brother, where is grandma?"
"My adoptive father has gone to rescue her. He should be on his way to the government - don't cry. If you cry, your mother will feel distressed. Do you understand?"
The little girl sniffed and nodded vigorously, with a smile on her tear-stained face: "Find grandma, treat my little brother to some fragrant rice porridge, put a lot of fragrant rice."
The young man lowered his eyebrows and pressed his palms slightly. His delicate face looked a bit lonely under the afternoon sun.
The girl who was holding her hand tightly was still too young. She didn't know that her mother went to the street to sing in order to beg for a bowl of fragrant rice for her sick child. Just because the food from the foreign race was too rare, just because the mother
I couldn't bear to see my daughter's pitiful expression, so another cruel racial oppression started.
Emperor Yao allowed the Xia'an survivors to wander around Zhongzhou, but they were not allowed to mention their lost homeland. This was the law of Dayao, and it was also the blood and tears of Xia'an.
Violators will be punished.
The young man walking through the crowd quickly led the little girl to Guanfu Street. Just as he was about to get closer to observe the situation, a figure suddenly appeared from the alley and stopped the two of them.
"He's been rescued. He's in the alley over there." The person who stopped the two of them was also a young man wearing a cloak covering his eyebrows, but his tone was much more indifferent. The young man pointed to the alley next to him and casually thrust a dagger into Qian's face.
The young man said: "There are a lot of people. I'm going to help my adoptive father. I'll see you at the Earth Temple outside the city later. Please be careful."
The young man's instructions left no room for interruption. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left. His thin back quickly disappeared, and his indifferent expression frightened the little girl to huddle behind the light-haired young man.
"It's okay, Bu Qi is not a bad person, don't be afraid." The young man still held the little girl's hand, with a slight smile on his face, "You heard what he said, your mother is in the alley over there, I will take you there
Are you looking for it? Come on, wipe away your tears first, like a dirty little cat."
He knelt down and carefully wiped away the tears of the little girl. When he saw the little girl showing a shy smile, the young man stood up. He was gentle and considerate, just like an older brother.
Maybe it was because they relaxed after hearing the news that the poor mother had been rescued. The two of them were no longer so anxious, and the little girl clung to the boy's side relying on her, her cold little hands tightly grasping the warm palm - if things were going to happen,
If it ends like this, there won't be many twists and turns and pain in the future. However, God always doesn't like the word "if". When the little girl happily imagined the scene of being reunited with her mother, two men in government clothes first
He rushed into the alley.
"Ha, I just said this scent is familiar, and it is indeed this woman!"
"You woman are really stupid. You are hiding in Tibet with such fragrant rice, and you are afraid that people will not find you? Tsk, thank you for your stupidity. The two of you have accepted the credit. There will be more before and after Ghost Festival.
Just give you a few valuable ones."
"Stop talking nonsense and tie up people quickly. When there are more people, will our brothers still benefit?"
The conversation with ferocious laughter was followed by several struggling screams, and a harsh sound of clothes being torn. The little girl may not understand what that means, but the boy does. His eyebrows sank and he clenched the dagger in his palm.
bass--
The blood-stained dagger screamed, and blood streaked across it.