8. Chapter 8 The First Night Dream of the Lights Burning 8
Arnold was wrapped in the curtain, and she felt that the surroundings were getting colder and colder. The bumpy feeling made her stomach churn. She didn't eat much in the morning, and now it would be difficult to vomit even if she wanted to. She slightly
He moved his body to make himself curled up more comfortably. At this moment, the sound of wind in his ears finally stopped. A horse neighed, and he felt like he was being thrown up, and then something soft caught him.
Lived her.
The man glanced at the little girl who was thrown into the carriage, raised his legs and jumped into the carriage, picked up the riding crop and whipped it slightly before continuing on his way.
The surroundings started to bump again, and it seemed to be even worse than before. There were buzzing sounds, just like the carriage her mother usually took her to go to offer incense. Thinking of this, she moved secretly,
He opened the curtain and took a look.
This was a small carriage, and it was covered with thick fur blankets. A soft pillow was next to her, and there was a small package on the pillow. She got up hard and looked carefully.
After walking around and making sure that there was no one but her, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She stretched out her hand and rubbed her little body. She felt uncomfortable all over after being tucked in the curtain for so long. After sitting quietly for a while, she looked at the car door. The carriage was running, which proved that she must be farther away from her parents.
She was getting farther and farther away. She didn’t know if her parents would be anxious and worried after she was kidnapped by this person, and whether her father would chase her and rescue her. Thinking of this, she felt sad, and she blamed her curiosity.
If I hadn't sneaked to the back door, I wouldn't have been caught.
Annoyed, she crawled towards the wooden door of the carriage. She secretly pulled the handle of the wooden door with her little hand, and a thin crack was exposed. The man's back was straight in front of her. She closed the door with a nervous snap. Damn it.
He even took her so far without letting her go.
A horse neighed, and the car slowly stopped. The closed door was pushed open, and the man's head stuck in. "Are you hungry? There is food in that bag."
"Where are you taking me? Put me down quickly. I want to go home and find my parents."
The man smiled and said, "Would you like to follow me? I'll take you back to my home. There are a lot of osmanthus candies there!" It wasn't that he didn't want to, but when he saw the little girl's pitiful look, he felt very sad for some reason.
It was uncomfortable, it felt like someone had secretly twisted it, and the pain was unbearable. But in this situation, if he went back, he would definitely die, and if he threw her down, she would definitely die, so he could only take her on the road.
Take her back to the house to raise her.
Arnold rolled his eyes. Did he really think she was a three-year-old child? Although she has the body of a three-year-old child, she has the mind of a twenty-year-old child. "I don't want to eat osmanthus candy, I will go home.
I want my father, I want my mother." As he spoke, his little nose twitched, as if he was about to cry.
The man's face was a little strange, as if he was a little at a loss. Arnold felt happy, it seemed that this bad guy was not bad enough, and he didn't expect to be soft-hearted.
"I want my father, I want my mother." She tried her best to look pitiful, squeezing a few tears from her eyes, "Uncle, please take me home, please, I want my mother."
"No." The man rejected her suggestion. "If you're hungry, eat something. We'll be there in a while." He retracted his head and then closed the wooden door of the carriage.
Arnold was stunned, what should he do? She didn't want to go with him, she wanted to go back, but if that didn't work, she had to run away before he could take her too far.