C8

When Yangyang's eyes saw his sister standing right in front of him, he broke away from Yang Lili's sweaty palms. His two short legs swapped rapidly as he ran towards Qimu, as if he had forgotten the tiredness of being dragged back by his mother from the fields.

"Sister, you came back? I missed you so much!" Little Yangyang hugged Qimu's thigh with his two short hands. He raised his head and revealed a smile as he spoke in a tender voice.

Qimu was originally sad in her heart, but after a while, she realized Yangyang's existence. After hearing Yangyang's words, she lowered her head and looked into her little brother's innocent eyes. She smiled slightly and joked: "Oh? Then what did we, Yangyang, think of me? How long have you been thinking? "

"Yes, I've been thinking and thinking about it." Yangyang tilted his head and rolled his eyes. He thought about his sister's question and answered with a young and serious voice. He had been thinking about it ever since his parents took Yangyang to play in the fields … Just a moment ago, mother brought me back and when I saw big sister, I wanted to come back even more! "

When Qimu and Yang Lili heard this, they both smiled and understood.

Tong Yan was usually simple and honest.

Qimu was slightly touched, her nose slightly sour. How many years had it been? He raised a happy smile and spoke up for the innocent child.

This was the first time someone had told her so bluntly that he missed her and wanted to miss her very much. Furthermore, it was a little girl who said that.

Remembering how they had only known each other for a short period of time, she squatted down and held him in her arms. Smelling the faint scent of his sweat, she said word by word: "Yangyang, your sister misses you too! From when we went to the fields with our parents until now, we saw Yangyang again. Sister has also been thinking about Yangyang! "

In the future, she would keep thinking about it. Qimu thought to herself, Elder sister will accompany you as you grow up. She will try her best to give you a happy and beautiful childhood.

No longer, not at all.

One afternoon, some simple words filled Qimu's heart with the motivation to live again, just like her childhood. She had been waiting in the dark for her parents to come and fetch her, day after day, year after year of disappointment, and that tiny bit of hope of nothingness.

In the future, she would no longer be alone. She had a cute little brother and a family. She had to live for them, all of her! And fighting!

"Alright, alright, the siblings are still talking about love! "I'm not ashamed either." Yang Lili walked up and took Qimu's basket off her back. Her voice was gentle as she spoke with a mocking tone in her voice. On her beautiful face, a faint glow of happiness could be seen.

Qimu lightly smiled at her mother.

The afterglow of the setting sun was shining on the mother, her son, and the thatched cottage behind them. It was giving off a feeling of leisure and safety.

However, Yangyang had a puzzled expression. He curiously asked, "Mother, what are love words?"

Hearing this, the smiles on Qimu and Yang Lili's face deepened.

"You little elf!" Qimu stretched out her finger and pointed at Yangyang's nose, making it even dirtier! "This little fellow has really gone overboard in the fields, not even letting go of his nose!" At such a young age, you already know what it means to ask a question of love! "

Yang Lili looked at Qimu's actions, but did not stop her. She only smiled as usual, giving off a feeling of tranquility.

"What love words? What little elf? " However, Little Yangyang was unhappy. He pushed away Qimu's slender and well-proportioned finger, pouted his mouth and asked again.

Those little eyes were staring straight at Qimu, looking just like a resentful wife!

Qimu wasn't annoyed, she just hugged Yangyang happily and walked out of the house, preparing to get some water for her cheap brother to wash his face and "short neck with a black necklace".

While walking, she explained, "Love words are very nice to hear. It's Yangyang's words that I like to hear. "Where's little elf ghost? Hmm, it means smart. It means that we, Yangyang, are smart!"

"Oh? "Really?"

"Hmm, what's true?"

"That's right, there are two of them! Elder sister said it!" As Yangyang said this, he stretched out two short fingers and slightly raised his thick eyebrows.

"Oh!" "Yes." Qimu was stunned for a moment, then understood immediately and said solemnly. Of course it was true! Both of them were real! Mother, do you think Yangyang is just saying some romantic words?! "

Qimu asked.

"Yes sir!"

"Then, did I become happy after hearing the love words from Yangyang?"

"Mm …" "Yes." Yangyang lowered his head and hesitated. Hmm, right... "Yes!"

"Then are love words pleasing to the ear? See how happy my sister is to hear this? " Qimu's eyes flickered with a faint smile as she coaxed him.

"En, yes, that's right!" A love speech is a pleasant one! " When Yangyang received the answer, his eyes curved into crescent moons. His big smile brimmed with happiness.

When Qimu heard this, she could not help but smile even more. She thought to herself, "It's still children that are fun to play with, and easy to cheat."

The dark mood of arriving at his home had long since been swept away.

"..."

The siblings were outside joking. The atmosphere was pleasant.

Yang Lili, on the other hand, had a layer of sadness and shame on her face while she was in the room.

She saw the fine red marks on Qimu's slender fingers and her thin, yellow wrist.

It hurts my son, it hurts my mother's heart!

As she continued browsing through the books, Qimu's gains for the afternoon had made her heart hurt even more.

What is it? Other than the firewood on the top layer of the basket, there were also mushrooms that were dead, some dishes that couldn't be eaten, and a few dark things …

Nothing else.

He thought back to the days when he was wealthy and free, and the terrifying scene of him being drenched in blood.

Suddenly, she seemed to hear something in her ear. The wet nurse who had brought her along since childhood suddenly barged into her room. She was in a hurry and had a frightened look on her face as she stuffed a coarse piece of cloth into her arms and said with a sorrowful and resentful expression, "Yu'er, take it, it's done! Do you remember when the master made a trap cellar in the outhouse in the backyard? Go there, stay there, don't come out! No matter what you hear, you must not come out! You must live! "

That day, she was pushed, pulled, and dragged into the sealed and dark cellar, which was filled with the stench of the latrine and the deep repressed smell of despair.

He could vaguely hear the sounds of iron hooves, shouts, weapons, and the cries of women and their miserable cries for mercy … It was a voice she was very familiar with. She trembled even more violently, and curled up in a damp corner. She was so afraid that something terrible would descend upon her, that she would be found alive, exposed to the sun, in the courtyard where she laughed and sauntered day in and day out.

She was very worried and nervous about her parents. Why was this happening at home? Was it really like this? A lady who had lived like a prince since she was young was praying desperately to the wall of the cellar. Her eyes were bloodshot with despair and tears were dripping down her cheeks. She was wearing a luxurious dress. She only wished that her parents were fine! Nothing happened to his parents! Nothing happened to his parents!

When she, with her hair in disarray, her lips pale and cracked, her eyes empty and carrying the stench of the latrine, little by little, she would break her father's painstaking efforts and design ingenious mechanisms, little by little, she would climb to the ground.

It was over. It was over, dyed red with blood and life.

At that moment, it was as though in her home, everything had become still. Even her breathing had become still.

But, why …

She was alive.

She, of all the people in the Yang family, was the only one still alive.

What about her parents? Where was her own wet nurse?

Where is it? Where is it?

Why did she want to live?

Upon recalling this, she felt a little breathless. Looking back at the current situation, it was as if she was in ruins!

She, had let down her parents, her wet nurse, and gave birth to the Yang family who had raised her! He was an illustrious and loyal noble family, and a pillar of Donghua Empire that supported the heavens! And her poor children!

If you were born without raising, why not raise it as a bird or beast? If you are raised without teaching it, you are unworthy of being a parent!

How could she be worthy of being her parents? She was worthy of being a child! He deserved to be called the Yang family's orphan! To the ancestors of the Yang family!

She was alive, and had passed on the Yang Family bloodline!

She seemed to have died, and was no longer able to fight for justice for the Yang family!

Her eyes immediately reddened, and she tightly covered her mouth. Her eyebrows furrowed and her heart pounded, but in the end, she still couldn't control her emotions. The blood in her body crazily rushed to her heart, and her face flushed red.

"Pfft!" He coughed out a mouthful of blood. It was so similar to the color of the setting sun, so merciless.

She didn't care about the bloodstained table. She went and stumbled to the door, came back, sat down, and buried her head deep in her arms, crying silently.

Despair. It was a black hole where even crying and tears could not fill up. A heart, floating there, injured, healed, reopened … Repeated, never stop, until, tears also dried, blood also dried, the heart also died, only then possible, Fang must a moment of peace.