I Qinghuan gl

In northern Xinjiang, where the snow is falling heavily, everything is boundless white as far as the eye can see.The small town on the edge of northern Xinjiang has a small population, no more than a hundred people.However, this time is different from the poverty and boringness of the past. Many people in the town gathered at the entrance of a small inn to watch the excitement.Maybe it was because the old days in the town were too boring, but such a small incident caused people to watch with great interest.

"That little beggar came to steal again, such a small child really committed a crime..." One person pointed and said, and then another person interrupted: "Is that a beggar? A beggar is a human being after all, this guy was raised by wild animals in the mountains , don’t speak human words or do human things, if you can’t find food in the mountains in winter, you will go to our town to steal things.”

"Look at that, she's only a six or seven-year-old doll. Tsk tsk, look at that dirty one, you can't tell the difference between a man and a woman. Look! Lao Zhu whipped her!" The voices of the people in the market were full of excitement. .

Boss Zhu, who had two steamed buns stolen, relentlessly abused the beggar who was curled up on the ground trembling, and started punching and kicking the beggar when he got scolded, regardless of the thin body of the beggar who seemed to be a six or seven-year-old child.The hustle and bustle of the crowd became louder, mostly applauding.

The beggar was black all over, with messy hair, and his face was buried tightly between his legs.She only had a thin layer of tattered clothes on her body, barely covering her body, let alone keeping warm in this icy and snowy place. Her exposed dirty skin was covered with scars, and her right wrist was swollen and deformed. injury.In the noisy environment, she whimpered like a puppy, but no one paid attention at all.

The sky gradually darkened, the night was so thick that the stars and the moon could not be seen, but the snow all over the street reflected the light.After the people had had enough fun with the beggar, they slowly dispersed. Boss Zhu picked up the beggar and threw him into the corner, spat viciously, turned around and slammed the door of the shop.

It began to snow slowly in the dark night, and the unique huge snowflakes in northern Xinjiang floated down gently, and occasionally the north wind blew by.Beggar huddled in a corner, looking from a distance like a lump of black garbage buried in the snow.The snowflakes fell on her, and she lost the beauty of reciting poems and admiring the scenery when the snow falls, and only made people feel infinitely cold.

It was getting darker and darker, and the beggar, who had been trembling violently, stopped trembling, and even the fine ups and downs of breathing disappeared.Everything is quiet, as if everything is dead.

On the snow-covered streets of the town, only the wind and snow move.

I don't know when, the trend of snowflakes fluttering changed slightly, and the new snow that just fell on the ground made a slight cracking sound, and someone came with an umbrella to divide the snow.A pair of Bai Jinyun boots stepped on the new snow softly, and the steps were light and slow.

Nan Yang is holding a paper umbrella with a clean surface in his right hand, walking calmly in this small town in northern Xinjiang, his eyes looking quietly and straight ahead are like a bowl of clear and dense tea, naturally cold and unfeeling, indifferent and cool.

Nan Yang's facial features are very delicate and soft, but not any gaudy in the world, it seems that every strand of hair and eyelashes has just been washed out of the polar heavenly pool, with a fairy air that does not eat the fireworks of the world.The smudged black long hair hangs down the back, like the softest waterfall, more attractive to touch than any extravagant fabric in the world.She is wearing a simple and elegant white dress, with wide sleeves flying in the air, forming a beautiful shape, as if no one else can wear white clothes with such elegance, like the most holy lotus on the peak of the snow mountain, and like the first blooming magnolia on the branches of Kunlun .

Nan Yang's temperament is different from her young appearance. It is the kind of indifference that only a hermit who has lived for a long time and seen many things in the world can have.It was this kind of indifference that gave her an unapproachable coldness and alienation.

Her even footsteps stopped suddenly, she felt something very keenly, and her beautiful eyes narrowed to look carefully at the things buried by the university in the far corner.

It was a person, and he was not very old.Nan Yang pondered for a moment, shook his head and held an umbrella to continue walking his own way.

But he still stopped again when he almost missed it.

Nan Yang's beautiful eyebrows were slightly raised, and she finally sighed. She turned and walked towards the corner of the wall, sighing in a voice as clear and clear as a stream in the empty valley: "I still have a breath." He squatted down in front of Beg'er, put the umbrella aside, and touched Beg'er's cold back with his hand.She looked at the beggar with a gentle gaze, just like a holy god and Buddha sympathizing with all living beings, solemn and inviolable.

Beggar suddenly raised his head unexpectedly, a pair of dark eyes abruptly met Nan Yang's gaze.Her face was so dirty that she couldn't see clearly, but her eyes were so clear that they couldn't be polluted.Beggar's still intact left hand was tightly clenched into a small fist, his eyes full of vigilance and fear.

Nan Yang picked up the beggar's small fist and held it in his warm palm, feeling like he was holding a piece of stiff ice in his hand.She noticed that the child's right hand was limp and hanging to one side, and the flesh on the wrist was rotten, and it was abnormally red and swollen. It must have been picked by someone.

Nan Yang frowned. He didn't know who it was, who didn't even spare this five or six-year-old child, and so cruelly broke the child's right hand tendon.The beggar's innocent round black eyes dodged a little, but they aroused Nan Yang's most secret compassion.

After a long time, Nan Yang tried his best to slow down his tone, and asked in the most gentle tone he could do:

"You...would you like to go home with me?"

The beggar was thrown in the mountains and raised by wild animals, so he couldn't understand Nan Yang's question at all.She suddenly thought of the distorted faces that surrounded her during the day, the relentless beatings, scolding and insults, and the pain in her body was like a mountain collapse.She subconsciously shrank back in fear.But then the child's eyes became confused again, and the gentle and warm breath of the person in front of her inadvertently eased the vigilant beastliness of the beggar.

Nan Yang couldn't wait for the beggar's response, and he probably understood that the child's mind was not open.So she made her own decision and picked up the beggar with one hand, not caring that she was covered in filth and stained her clean white clothes.Nan Yang held up the umbrella with the other hand, carefully covering the little guy in his arms from the wind and snow.

Different from the casual pace of wandering around with his hands before, Nan Yang moved a few steps lightly, soaring into the air, and disappeared into the vast snow in northern Xinjiang in a blink of an eye with his superb lightness and peerless lightness skills.