Ling Luo was slightly shocked: "Were you thrown in?"
"I don't know." Chou Nu shook his head, his voice slightly melancholy, "I don't have any memory at all. I don't know if I have parents or if I have brothers. Maybe I just appeared out of thin air, and there was only the mud of the dirty lotus pond.
To give birth to something as ugly as me."
Born in a lotus pond.
Better than filth.
In Ling Luo's memory, this boy seemed to have been suffering in disasters.
"Then let me give you a name." The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and her face was like a pale hibiscus. "Let me call you Jie."
A strange color flashed across the ugly slave's eyes, and he murmured: "Jie..."
"Yes, it's called Tribulation." Ling Luo explained with a smile, "Since you became conscious, you have had constant bad luck. Why not choose a name like this to ward off disasters for you."
Of course, this is just a superstitious saying in the countryside.
Choose a bad name to ward off bad luck and make a living.
"Okay, let's call it robbery." Chou Nu nodded seriously, a smile appeared on his thin, chapped lips.
He has a name.
From now on, he will never have to hear the word "ugly thing" again.
very nice.
Ling Luo looked at that smile, and her heart trembled slightly.
She has never seen such a beautiful smile, pure and untainted, like the snow in the Tianshan Mountains or the water of the Holy Lake. Clear, transparent, without a trace of impurities.
It is such an ugly face, but it can produce such a beautiful smile.
"Where did the scar on your face come from?" Ling Luo took out a bottle of skin-beautifying liquid from the black jade space ring and asked Jie while wiping his face.
Jie shook his head and said: "I don't know. From the moment I woke up from the mud of the lotus pond, my face was burning with pain. The first time I looked in the mirror, my face already looked like this.
Already."
"Does it hurt?"
The clear skin-beautifying liquid was dropped on the burned ugly face, and the effect was almost immediate, and the scars were slightly faded.
Jie Nanran still had a pure and innocent smile, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "It doesn't hurt, it's very comfortable. Thank you, Miss Ling."
"Thank me?" Ling Luo chuckled, with a touch of helplessness in her voice, "You should hate me. If I hadn't given you those few Snow Maple Tree King's Essence Fruits on a whim, how could you have been rejected by the academy?
Are those greedy guys fighting in groups?"
"It has nothing to do with Miss Ling!"
Hearing her words of self-blame, Jie sat up suddenly, regardless of the pain, with an extremely serious look on his face, staring at Ling Luo with two eyes that were almost bulging, and said in a very serious tone: "Those 'apples'
, especially delicious. It’s the greedy people who are wrong.”
He is clear about love and hate and understands the truth.
However, these did not alleviate Ling Luo's inner guilt.
Inexplicably, a strange emotion arose in her heart, and she felt that she was responsible for this child.
It is her responsibility to take care of him.
"Don't get up, it will hurt the wound." Ling Luo stretched out his hand, wrapped one hand around the child's waist, and carefully pressed his shoulder with the other, making him lie down, "Don't be excited, be good.
"
Her movements were light and her voice was gentle.
Zed felt that his soul was about to melt. He lay down obediently, but his eyes stared at her continuously.
Those eyes are so big that it's a bit scary.
If you look carefully, you will find that his eyes are the clearest in the world.
Ling Luo couldn't help but stretched out her hand, touched the eyes, and said with a smile: "It's so beautiful."