Occasionally, the rocks fall off and make a crisp collision sound, which echoes in the mountain stream.
Half of her body was hanging in the air, and she was holding on to a loose rock with both hands. She would fall into the cliff in the next moment.
Seeing this situation, the timid ones will scream, while the bold ones will immediately rush to save people.
But now this man screamed and rushed forward, but his words and actions were strange.
He did not pull her up immediately, but pressed her hand and squeezed the purple fairy plant in her hand.
He squatted in front of him, and the sunlight was blocked, casting a shadow over Miss Jun.
Miss Jun could also see his face clearly.
He is about twenty-one or twelve years old, his complexion is not fair, but it is shiny and delicate, his nose is high and his eyes are bright, and he has an outstanding appearance.
He squatted down now and was still quite big.
There was a straw rope wrapped around his waist, a rabbit hanging on it, and an ax on his shoulder.
There was still blood on the ax head.
I don't know if it was a chopped rabbit or something else.
Miss Jun's eyes returned to his face.
"I'm about to fall, sir, can you pull me up?" she said.
There was no urgency, no worry, and no fear, as if she was talking about what the weather was like today.
The man in front of him smiled, his smile was warm and a little unruly. This unruliness did not make people feel disgusted, but instead added a different kind of charm.
"Okay." He said, and after saying this, he stretched his arms.
Miss Jun was easily picked up, and he stood up and led her back.
As soon as I left here, the rocks here collapsed with a crash.
The man shouted.
"It was so dangerous." He said, patting his chest, as if he was greatly frightened, "You almost fell."
Yes, it's very dangerous.
Miss Jun looked at her right hand which was still held by him.
The man's hand joints are thick, the palm is broad and strong, and there are thin calluses on the fingers.
"Yes, thank you very much, sir." She lowered her eyes and said.
"What are you doing? Why are you here?" the man asked curiously.
"I am a herbal collector." Miss Jun said softly, looking up at the man, "Is the young master from here?"
Why did you happen to come here?
The man smiled slightly.
"I am a woodcutter." He said loudly, patting the ax in his waist with his left hand.
Miss Jun saluted again.
"Thank you so much for saving my life, sir," she said.
The man quickly raised his hand to stop him.
"No, you can't say that." He said, "It's just a matter of effort."
Miss Jun didn't speak anymore, her eyes fell on the hand still held by the man again.
There is a saying that says that the grace of saving one's life is pledged with one's own body.
Those delicate little ladies on the stage were rescued by the righteous young master. They said these words and expressed their love to the young master.
There are also ruffians in the market who seize little girls who don't know where they came from. They say such words and walk around the market with a fierce look, and no one dares to care about her.
This is a matter of course and inevitable.
She didn't speak, and there was silence between the two of them.
In the barren mountains and ridges, there is a beautiful little woman and a strong young woodcutter holding an axe. This silence makes the atmosphere a little strange.
Just when Miss Jun was about to speak again, her right hand was suddenly turned over, her arm went numb, and her tightly held hand loosened.
Before she could whisper, the hand holding her hand moved away and caught the fallen purple fairy plant.
"Okay, it's a little trivial matter." He said loudly, waved his hand to Miss Jun casually, and turned around gracefully.
Miss Jun looked at the purple fairy plant he held.
"This young master," she said.
The man's figure paused and turned back with a frown.
"Do you want this herb to cure a disease or to sell it for money?" Miss Jun looked at him and said.
The man smiled.
"Are you talking about this flower?" he said, shaking the purple fairy plant in his hand, "I haven't thought about this yet. Anyway, it's my thing. Let's talk about it later when we get back."
Miss Jun looked at him, at his strong figure and the bloody ax in his waist.
"But, I picked this." She said.
She shouldn't say this, but she still wanted to say it. Although she wasn't rational enough, she didn't know if she had died once. She especially didn't want to tell herself that the future was long.
The days are long and there are some things that are not urgent.
The days are long, some things are missing and I will have to find them later.
But who knows if the next moment will come.
She has been under the care of her master for six years, but has received nothing in return. One day, she will be running around to avenge her father, climbing mountains and ridges just to find the purple fairy plant. This is impossible.
After hearing what she said, the smile on the man's face gradually disappeared, and the original warm breath disappeared, just like the ax in his waist, exuding the smell of blood.
"Do you know that you shouldn't say this?" He said, looking at the little girl standing on the hillside who seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind, his voice was meaningful.
A little girl alone in the wilderness, let alone snatching a flower from her, what about the person who robbed her?
He could pull her up or throw her off the cliff.
Today's little girl doesn't even want to repay kindness, but she is getting more and more generous.
Besides, can this be called robbery?
"But, I did pick this purple fairy plant." Miss Jun said again.
The man's face became even more gloomy.
"Little girl, you said it wrong." He said, "I picked this."
"I picked it," Miss Jun said.
It's like a pointless quarrel between children, yours, mine, yours, mine.
The man stepped over in one step, like a mountain pressing down on him, exerting tremendous pressure, and the wind he carried almost blew Miss Jun down.
Miss Jun really fell.
It wasn't that she was frightened or blown by the wind, but that her foot was injured when she was stepping on the cliff. Now she was sitting on the ground, with blood stains on the corner of her skirt.
He didn't chop her down with an axe, nor did he pick her up and throw her into the cliff. Of course, he didn't show any pity for her when she fell.
"Think about it," the man said viciously, "If it weren't for me, would you be dead? If you were dead, would this flower still be yours?"
He pointed to the ground.
"After you died, this flower was thrown here. Whoever picks it up belongs to whoever picks it up."
Then he knelt down and looked at Miss Jun, his thick eyebrows furrowed.
"Are you still being reasonable?"
Miss Jun looked at him as if she didn't know what to say.
"But." She stretched out her hand and pointed behind her, "I was over there just now, and I will die there when I die. In this case, the flowers will fall with me, so it stands to reason..."
She looked at the man in front of her with a serious expression.
"You can't pick it up either."
The man stared, anger appeared on his face, and he raised his fist as big as a sandbag.
Miss Jun didn't close her eyes and watched as the sandbag-sized fist pointed in that direction.
"But I just pinched this purple flower." He said, "If you drop it, it won't fall down, so I still picked it up."
Miss Jun immediately shook her head.
"I will never let go if I fall." She said, "Either it falls with me, or it is torn into two pieces by me, then this purple fairy plant is not yours."
A fist as big as a sandbag stopped in front of her nose.
"Little girl, I must have a way to make you let go when you fall, do you believe it or not?" the man said viciously, and with a flick of his other hand, the ax in his waist was struck by Jun.
The lady's side rubbed against the hem of her skirt, splashing dust and gravel.
Miss Jun stopped talking.
"Why are you so unreasonable at such a young age?" the man said, filled with indignation, "It's really outrageous." (To be continued)