Miss Jiguo

Obviously, she fell asleep in her mother's arms with the good expectation of jicama, but Ji Guomi only felt that she did not sleep peacefully this time.

She vaguely remembered that she seemed to have had a nightmare.In the first half of the dream, she was still holding hands with a group of jicama and singing in a circle, while the second half of the dream turned into a battle royale.

In the dream, she saw a pair of men's hands, obviously a pair of beautiful hands, long and fair, with well-proportioned joints, just like this kind of hands, but they forcibly tore open the small forest, grabbed her wrists, and led her into a gone.

Although unwilling and terrified, in the dream she could only be like a puppet, looking helplessly at the jicama partner who was stumbling around, and let the man drag him away.

The dark land, the trees with fluorescent lights, the bright moonlight, those familiar scenery, accompanied by the prayers in their ears, whizzed and retreated, only the sound of mourning and crying kept chasing after them.

"My lord, my lord..."

"Where are you, my lord..."

At the end of the darkness, she saw a bright red shadow, dragging its dilapidated body, and stumbled behind her.With its unremitting efforts, the distance between the two gradually shortened, and finally reached directly between the arms, and the shadow could touch her as long as it stretched its tentacles forward.

Obviously it was the last moment, and obviously the shadow was already very close to her, but it seemed to be blindfolded, it could only grope around indiscriminately, and wailed in a hoarse voice...

That embarrassed look looked so pitiful, coupled with the inexplicable familiarity of its whole body, Mi couldn't help but want to respond.In her dream, she held back enough energy to breastfeed, and finally raised her arm reluctantly, and stretched her fingers towards the position of the shadow.

[Oh here! 】

【I'm here! 】

The bright red monster finally touched its master.

"!!"

"It's you!"

At that moment, the shadow let out a cry of joy, and countless bright red tentacles danced wildly in the air, and then all wrapped around her fingertips.It held her palm carefully as if it was holding some rare treasure, with a trembling voice and a respectful attitude, and made a guarantee to her extremely cautiously.

"I'll pick you up!"

"Please wait for me."

"This time it must be..."

Perhaps it was this companion-like declaration that made Mi feel at ease, and the suffocating sense of oppression in the dream finally faded away slowly.

After that, she woke up directly, and the efforts in the dream were reflected in real life. Honey looked at the ceiling expressionlessly, feeling as if her body had been hollowed out and she couldn't exert much energy.And on the finger, it seems that there is still the soft and cool touch like being caught by something. If you observe carefully, you seem to be able to smell a sweet, berry-like aroma lingering around your fingertips.

……

Although he always likes to put on the airs of the eldest man, in fact Ji Guoyansheng is still a very careful boy, and he also had a playful time as a child.At that time, he flew kites and played hide-and-seek with his younger siblings. He would enthusiastically study some small toys that children like, discuss skills with his servants, and make a wooden flute for his younger brother under the lamp. I also made a small wooden comb for my sister to comb her hair.

However, the full "Heir Course" in the back crowded his events. If he went to play after class and stayed up late to do handicrafts, he would be sleepy the next day, and then the old bamboo sword would be mercilessly drawn on the "wandering" students. , the hard training had worn down his palms, which made him feel pain even when he held the chopsticks.

And those things that were degraded as playthings were naturally thrown away by his father. Even in the face of his own flesh and blood, it was unambiguous that Ji Guo's family took the initiative to take the initiative.

If you do useless things, you will be beaten, and if you do not do well, you will be beaten.

It's not that the little boy didn't ask or stop him.

But the feeling of being punched in the face by an adult man is really painful, and the people around always like to say something to him in a loving tone——

"Master, this is for your own good."

"A man cannot shed tears."

"Don't let up."

"Undue kindness is cowardice, which will hinder your growth and make you unable to lift your sword like a woman and child."

……

"Don't cry, Yansheng, don't let people see your jokes! Do you want to be called trash?!"

At first, I felt a little wronged and puzzled, but after being beaten for a long time, even Yan Sheng couldn't help but believe it.

I don't want to be scolded, I don't want to be beaten, I don't want to be ridiculed, I don't want to be treated like garbage...

I also want to be praised, and I also want to be valuable.

So he learned to deal with people, turned them into the life creed of "heir to the country", cast aside Zeng Jin's self as childish and weak, and firmly walked on the planned path.

After that, his father finally smiled at him, and the people around him also praised his growth, and everything became better. This kind of change made him feel that maybe this is the right thing, right...

He walked farther and farther on the road of "becoming stronger and supporting the entire successor country", and his expression became more and more serious. He gradually became like another father.

But the younger sister is different. She seems to have always been the same, secretly collecting things thrown away by her father. With a coquettish smile, she gently tugged on his sleeve.

"I like it, I don't have enough toys!"

"Just give me the toy, okay?"

The younger sister carefully hid the little "Yansheng" together with the memories of the past.

She is the "canary" that her father sneers at. Because she is not a man, she can't hold a sword, write poetry, or engage in politics. Even as a woman, she is not dignified or elegant enough. Fortunately, any little girl who wants to be beautiful enough will just need to get married when the time comes.

He didn't think what his father said was wrong, because everyone around him had such evaluation standards, but he still couldn't help secretly thinking that she was very good.

she is really nice...

Just seeing her smile makes me happy.

Unlike the indifference and toughness he was taught, that kindness and tolerance can only appear in women, and must be protected. If it falls on him, he will become stupid and will be scolded by his father. Being secretly bullied by the servants.

That kind of appearance is really too weak, so that he often can't stop worrying——

Will you ever meet a man like your father?

Will you be bullied?

Can I call the shots for you?

How can I protect you?

He worked very hard to maintain his current life, because apart from the path his father asked for, he couldn't find any other way to "smile and become stronger and fulfill his wish" or "become a genius after seeing it once".

Because I was still a child, I worked very hard, and I had to grit my teeth so that I could not be compared, so that I would not lose everything I have now because of a casual sentence from an adult.

This feeling of jealousy, anxiety, and exhaustion can only be relieved by staying with my sister...

"I'm supposed to do it, right?"

"It's been a long time since I made this kind of little thing, it seems like that."

"Anyway, I didn't pay too much attention to it. If you don't like it, just throw it away."

Perhaps because he was afraid that the young girl would hurt herself with an adult-sized farm tool, Yansheng personally brought Mi a special children's version of the small hoe the next day.

Although the boy's palms were stronger and more flexible than before due to long-term sword practice, the carving knife still left some small wounds on his hands.At this time, he put his injured hands behind his back nervously, because he was not sure about the attitude of his sister who was used to powder and jewelry, and his verbal evaluation of the gift became lower and lower.

Fortunately, her younger sister is very careful when observing novel things. She murmured, "This is a hoe, the size is just right, and I can swing it too", and looked at the shape of the hoe against the light, and soon found out what was in it. Hidden mystery.

Yansheng carved some deep and shallow check patterns in the middle of the wooden handle, which is exactly the pattern of the purple-black coat he is wearing.Unable to find the woman's pattern, he carefully sculpted it according to the pattern of his favorite clothes under the lamp.

"Same as brother."

"It feels like a very noble and calm pattern, so beautiful."

The girl caressed the wooden patterns, and the stern-faced Iwakatsu couldn't help showing a smile with her admiring tone.

So far, Mi has behaved normally, except that when she first took over the hoe from A Xi, she looked at the servant's face, and she showed a somewhat dazed expression.After taking the things from his hands, she walked even more simply, and hid directly beside Yansheng, as if she didn't even want to give him an extra look.

"Oh, why do I feel that today's lady looks down on villains."

"May I ask where did the villain collide?"

This intentional avoidance caused A Xi to show a troubled expression. He observed Mi hiding behind Yan Sheng with a very sincere attitude.

"Isn't this normal? A good lady will avoid outsiders."

But Yansheng kept the girl behind him tightly, and the look on his face that "my sister doesn't like anyone but me is normal" seemed so natural that Axi couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth Opened the line of sight.Hearing the sound of footsteps not far away, he looked up at Ji Guo Yuan Yi who was approaching gradually.

The boy was holding a clump of plants with soil carefully, and after seeing Iwakatsu and Mi who were waiting, he showed a slightly apologetic expression.

"I'm very sorry, I ran into this on the road, and it was a little delayed."

"Because there are a lot of fruits, I dug them here."

In Yuanyi's hands is a lush snakeberry. The bright red fruits are like exquisite red lanterns, hanging heavily on the dark green vines. The beautiful color makes the other side claim to be a master planter A Xi couldn't help letting out a soft sigh.

"Oh?"

The man put away the bright smile on his face and narrowed his eyes slightly.