no life chasing love gl

In the bustling downtown area, people are very busy because of the New Year's flavor, and everyone's faces are filled with festive colors, and even the air is filled with a strong smell of gunpowder smoke from firecrackers.

On such a festive day, everyone tried their best to welcome the new year.And in an unnoticed corner, a person was lying on the ground in ragged clothes as if he had died. None of the passers-by who passed by dared to step forward to check.

Although it is celebrating the Spring Festival, the chill in the wind has not diminished in the slightest.The bitter cold wind made people's faces ache. If such a person lay here for a whole night, even if he survived, he would only have half his life left.

The man turned over, groped for a wine jar beside him, stood up and poured it into his mouth, but the wine in the jug slowly dripped a few drops and then remained silent.The man cursed angrily, threw the wine jar on the ground, got up and stumbled out of the alley where debris was piled up.

Cui Susang, her current name, was Tong Jia before.

She was originally a carefree female student in college, she was immersed in studying hard every day, and she didn't know the truth of having fun in time.His grades are among the top, but those with low EQ are fine. By the time he was 20, he hadn’t talked to any boy for more than six sentences. Therefore, a perfect person will always be envied by others. Words vilifying her began to appear online.

"Tong Jia is gay! She likes women! Disgusting!" This kind of words are still light, and there are various parental organs added, which are constantly being refreshed.It even affected her daily life.

Those girls who played well with her were all grouped together except her, and they also looked disgusted and panicked when they met.

These are nothing, she thinks that a senior who is as good as her can understand her; yes, she yearns for that confident, sunny and outstanding senior, but she is still ignorant of the so-called love in her twenties.The way she looked at her senior was getting hotter and hotter, but it also caused her to avoid seeing her.

Until one day, she accidentally discovered that the culprit who had been slandering her all this time was the senior she admired.From that moment on, her heart was broken into pieces.

Tong Jia, who was stimulated by many parties, couldn't support anymore and fell into a coma.When I woke up, I found that I was already a baby who could only cry.A word that cannot be explained by science explained everything, she crossed over.

Tong Jia had no choice but to accept her fate, because she didn't know how to face those faces full of disgust for herself when she went back. Maybe this was the best choice for her to escape.

Seeing her own mother in ancient clothes looking at her dotingly, and thinking about the harshness of her previous parents and the resoluteness after listening to the rumors, Tong Jia abandoned the name they gave her.

But she has a gentle and virtuous mother, but she lacks a wise and powerful father. Her father didn't give her a proper name when he was drunk, but just called her "the one with internal injuries".

That's right, "internal injuries" are born with damage to the tendons and veins, and can't practice any kung fu of wielding knives and guns, and can't swing powerful fists or sharp palms. Even if there are routines, the strength of internal skills There is still a problem, no matter how hard she tries to dance the kung fu routines, she can't make her alcoholic father praise her at all.

"Internal injury" was able to drink soy sauce and alcohol at the age of three, and because of her inner maturity, she didn't bother to argue with her alcoholic father, and still called her "the one with internal injuries" because of her alcoholic father.

There were seven brothers and sisters in the family, the "internal injury" was the youngest at the end, and the husband and wife were famous gods and couples in the world. Cui Chunrong, the 'drunk man', and Mrs. Cui Liang Chuxin are known as 'cold water smoke'. Because of the turmoil in Taipingmen, the sect to which the two belonged, the husband and wife both left without taking care of their children. Mrs. Cui was still pregnant at the time.And Mrs. Cui suffered internal injuries from the palm of the sect master when she left, and the "internal injuries" she gave birth were also premature due to internal injuries. It is also like this that "internal injuries" have this name. As for the name change, it will take a while later. It's time, it's better to call her "internal injury" now.

It was cold winter again, and a small figure was moving quickly. After careful inspection, it was found that it was a child of three or four years old. Needless to say, it must be the daughter of Cui Jiugui, a fisherman in the next village. The "internal injury" small body was wrapped in a thick cotton coat like a meat ball, and there were two spots of red on the small face blown by the sea breeze. "Internal injury" kept panting and exhaling white air from his mouth, holding a jug of wine in his hand, logically speaking, a three-year-old child couldn't handle the jug of wine at all.

The "internal injury" has already practiced qi and martial arts, although it is not good, but in the words of the "internal injury" mother, it is "good light work, running fast, as long as you can't beat it".

"Hey, little internal injury! I'm going to get you another drink for your alcoholic father, look at your father's drunken appearance, maybe! He went fishing and fell into the sea! Bah, bah, Tujili doesn't say anything depressing! Little internal injury , don't be angry!" Uncle Zhang, who often takes care of the "internal injury" family of three, is idle and chatting with our "small internal injury".

"Hehe, it's okay. What the uncle just said, I have secretly thought about it a few times." The unique child's voice came from the mouth of "Internal Injury" without any special pretentiousness, and it also had a sensible taste, mixed with a childish voice. Feeling; very cute, which is why the whole village's "little internal injuries" are loved by the elders. "Master, stop talking! If you go on, if I go back late, I will be scolded by my father again!"

"Next time, come to Uncle's house to eat steamed buns! Uncle will kill chickens to make up for you. Such a child is so immodest..." Uncle Zhang muttered to himself again.

"Definitely!" Little Internal Injury raised his breath and ran home quickly. As soon as he entered the house, he smelled like alcohol.However, when she was not weaned and her mother was not around, the alcoholic father said: "My drunken child must be a drunkard." So he fed the child with strong and cheap burning knives as milk, This also led to a small internal injury that hates and is addicted to alcohol.

It is a miracle that the poor little internal injury survived to this day.

But they came into the house happily, planning to have a drink or two with their alcoholic father, to get closer to each other.But accompanied by the smell of wine was the cry of a woman, Xiao Internal Injury put the wine on the table in the living room, followed the sound to find the parents' room, and saw the mother covering her face and watching her father crying on the table.

Don't think it must be that the father was drunk and did something to make the mother sad.The little internal injury ran to her mother in a sensible way, tugged on her sleeve, and called softly: "Mother~"

The lady in plain clothes came back to her senses, crying even more violently when she saw the little internal injury.

"Mother, is it true that daddy is bullying mother again?" Little Neiju touched the mother who knelt down and hugged her crying bitterly. Although the corners of her brows had traces of time, the plain and coarse linen clothes on her body did not cover Mrs. Cui's body. charm.

"No, Xiaoyao... You are still young, and we will be left with our mothers in the future." Mrs. Cui said with her arms around the little internal injury.

A bad premonition spread in Xiao Nei's heart, it was the worst premonition.I wanted to go up to see if my alcoholic father was joking, but the old man who didn't smile and kept frowning to drink away his worries lay motionless on the table. Mrs. Cui stood in front of Xiao Internal Injury, covering his face rolled her eyes and just shook her head.

With the help of the villagers, Xiao Nei Shang and Mrs. Cui held a small funeral for the "drunk man" Cui Chunrong, and Mrs. Cui also became quiet.

The alcoholic father with a small internal injury choked to death by drinking the wine glass. This is a small internal injury that he heard from the villagers. Every time he asked his mother, she just shook her head and said that in the future, she would go to Sanguan when she was gone; A jade pendant was injured internally.

As the days went by, the villagers forgot about the drunkard choking him to death, and gradually healed from the small internal injuries, fishing instead of his father, while his mother killed fish in the market, and the mother and daughter sold fish for a living.

One day two years later, Xiao Internal Injury carried a long piece of perch in each of his left and right hands. With an obvious smile on his face, he came to the market with the wishful thinking of "sell one, and buy the other for mother". Neighbors greet each other.When I came to Mrs. Cui's booth, she called out "Mother" sweetly in a childish voice. Without raising her head, Mrs. Cui responded with a knife in her hand, skillfully descaled the fish on the chopping board, cut open its abdomen, Remove the guts by hand.

But after pulling it out, Mrs. Cui pulled out her hand in a jerk, and looked at the hand full of the greasy mucus in the belly of the fish. Black blood oozes from the index finger, and the entire meridian along the arm begins to turn black.Immediately, the seven orifices bleed and fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

The little internal injury was so frightened that he dropped the fish in his hand, turned over the booth, pushed the mother who fell to the ground, stretched out and probed in front of her nose, and touched the carotid artery.Her heart suddenly fell to the bottom of the valley, remembering that there was something wrong with the mother digging out the belly of the fish just now, she took out the dagger at her waist and stirred out the internal organs in the belly of the fish, and found a long and thin needle. , pour out all the water and save the needle.

When the yamen servant came, he looked as if he had lost his mother and lost his soul. The local yamen has a little ability, and the county magistrate will not try the case without trial. He is not a person who loves to oppress the people, but also a person who can satisfy everyone.This case was also closed with the sudden death of Mrs. Cui Liang from depression and illness. It is clear that Mrs. Cui's death was bleeding from the seven orifices, her eyes, face and lips were purple...

It's just a pitiful little internal injury. Her parents didn't want her in her previous life, and she is gone in this life.

The small internal injury knelt in front of the mourning hall for three days and three nights. If there is a word of affection, Mrs. Cui bought fish during the day for five years, and handed in the small internal injury light work at night.For the first time, I saw Mrs. Cui throwing a roll of cloth and silk into the sky with the help of light kung fu, and I was astonished, rising like a water smoke. It is also possible that this body has inherited the talent of light kung fu from my mother, so I can learn light kung fu with a little internal injury. , and I don't need my mother to care too much.

It was night, and a crescent moon hung desolately in the night.A gust of wind blew out most of the candles in the mourning hall, and the flickering light of the fire illuminated the figures flickering from time to time.

"Who?" Xiao Nei Shang held the jade that her mother gave her, and asked timidly, saying that she was not afraid would be a lie.Even though she has 25 years of experience in her heart, how can she know the truth of "knowing people, knowing the face but not the heart", who has not yet stepped into the society and tasted all kinds of human relationships.

"Little guy, your hearing is pretty sharp." A woman dressed as a man, wearing a red dress, made the little internal injury frown, but threw a narrow and long sword to the woman's side.Her pair of incomparably clear eyes looked at the little internal injury, those eyes were indescribably beautiful, and there was also the smell of wine from the small internal injury that she hadn't smelled for many years.

"I don't know if your parents have ever mentioned the person Sanguan?" The woman became ill after being energetic for a while.

"Three vats... three vats!" Little Internal Injury thought to himself, as if remembering something, he handed the jade in his hand to the woman.

"What's your name... I was ordered by your mother's letter. Once your parents are both dead, I will take you away." The way the woman smiled was breathtaking, but something was missing.

"I don't have a name. Mother usually calls me Xiaoyao, and Dad... always calls me 'the one with internal injuries'." Xiao Internal Injury smiled wryly, with a look on her face that didn't match her age.

"Internal injuries... It also resembles your father's personality. Internal injuries are ugly, Shang Lue Dusk Rain, how about calling Lue Shang?" The woman smiled lightly.

"I've already made up my mind, it's called Yi Sang." Xiao Nei Shang wrote the word "诔" on the dusty ground with his fingers.

"I didn't expect you to be able to read... But this word is not an auspicious word." The woman's willow eyebrows were raised, and her eyes were narrowed, with a special flavor.

"I only know this character, and I met it when there was a funeral. Husang, Husbandry... How wonderful, it is perfect for people whose father died at the age of three, and whose mother died at the age of five."

The woman was taken aback, sighing secretly that the child was not simple, and didn't say any more, acquiescing to her name, Lu Sang, and patted her head.Accompany her to bury Mrs. Cui and take Yisang away.

Her name is Wen Ruohong, she is nicknamed San Clan, and is known in the world as the "Three Unique Young Masters".But she is obviously a woman, but she hates her own daughter so much.

"Bai Sang~" Wen Ruohong softly called Cui Biao Sang's name.

"Ok?"

"Do you know what it means?"

"Well, 诔, posthumous title. From the words, the sound of Lei. List the deeds of life, and read it to commemorate the posthumous person. It means a eulogy." Xiao Sang's immature voice was held in place by the wind, and it did not disperse for a long time.

The author has something to say:

_(:з」∠)_Oh, this is a deep pit.Well, just the beginning, take your time.If you don't like it, don't complain, the author's writing style is extremely sloppy, he often has convulsions, sometimes he is funny, and he is still a glass heart!Well~ Anyway, I know that I wrote it and no one reads it, so this will give me a sense of presence.