Salt Xiao Fulang

Qian Xiaoyu walked lightly on the road.

He glanced back at the small wooden house behind him, sneered, without any nostalgia.

Did Mo Shi'an really think that trapping him in the hut would make him "reform"?Besides, how could this trap him?

At first, Mo Shi'an came to see him every day, then every few days, but recently, he didn't show up for half a month.

The weather is getting warmer and the life is much easier. The villagers who brought him food couldn't resist his temptation at all. It didn't take long for him to shake up the surrounding situation clearly, and they always gave him some good things to eat.

Although Qian Xiaoyu really didn't like these "good things", it didn't prevent him from performing a charming and charming gesture, which made the villager dizzy.

It's so boring.

It's all so boring.

Why is he entangled with such a person here?

He still has a lot to do.Qian's mansion has been away from him for more than two months, so he doesn't know if he is still on the right track.It's fine that the master of the house has someone to take care of him. He really doesn't feel at ease relying on those few in charge of business matters.

Those people like Song Xu are very good at doing business, he was afraid that the steamed stuffed bun shop would be overwhelmed when he went back.If Song Xu took the opportunity to make snacks, it would be difficult to turn the tide in the food business.

Apart from these, he was also a little worried about Qian Sangou acting as a demon.

In the past, he helped to deal with some things, and outsiders couldn't see it, so it had nothing to do with him.But Qian Sangou didn't think of this, if he did something unbearable on a whim, I'm afraid Master Yuan wouldn't want to protect him anymore.

As for Master Yuan...

Qian Xiaoyu's head was dizzy, and a familiar feeling of suffocation rushed up from his chest.He covered his mouth and coughed until his eyes turned black, he couldn't breathe for a while, and fell to his knees on the ground.

He is very familiar with kneeling. He has grown up kneeling all the way since he was a child.As time went by and his status improved, he knelt less and less.This became the source of his happiness and the driving force of his life.

In the end, it was enough for him to kneel down to Qian Sangou and his wife, and everyone else became his playthings.

But now, even though the four dimensions are empty and the world is vast, he still knelt down.

Who is this kneeling?

After a while, Qian Xiaoyu finally finished coughing, her throat was sore as if it had been ground by gravel, and there was a sweet and fishy taste in her mouth.

He knew all too well what it was, it was in his blood.

His hands and feet were still soft, he barely supported the ground, and took a small breath.There were sporadic bloodstains on the ground, seeping into the soil, showing an ominous dark red, as if silently mocking him.

Qian Xiaoyu gritted her teeth.

After a while, feeling his strength regained, he got up again and walked forward.

According to the villager, this place is near Nantian Town.Ten miles to the east, there are some scattered villages.If some money is given, maybe someone will be willing to take him to Chunyang County.

He didn't have any money at all, but the villager gave him twenty Wen, and he was grateful on the face, but he was not moved at all in his heart, as if he was giving him alms after taking money from others.

Relying on twenty Wen and his harmless appearance, he really found a family willing to send him back to Chunyang County.

The family is not rich in population, an old man and a pair of sons and daughters.It was getting late, and seeing Qian Xiaoyu in a miserable state, they decided to let him rest for a night before leaving.

Qian Xiaoyu didn't refuse, and said yes with a smile.

This farmhouse was dilapidated, Qian Xiaoyu had never lived in such a place.The roof was leaking, and straw crumbs fell on his face from time to time. He was upset, had chest tightness and coughed for a while in the middle of the night, and couldn't fall asleep anyway.

In a daze, he heard some rustling sounds.

Qian Xiaoyu opened his eyes vigilantly, only to see the old man who seemed to be simple and simple during the day.

"Hey, little Shuang'er hasn't slept yet...?"

Seeing his obscene description, Qian Xiaoyu lost his appetite for a while, but he was used to pretending, so he subconsciously used the method he used on Qian Sangou, and whispered softly, "That's right...can't uncle fall asleep too?"

After all, Qian Xiaoyu was suddenly at a loss.

That's all for Mr. Qian, what is this old man?

Do you want me to put down my posture to coax him like this?

His face turned red and then turned pale, and finally he returned to a smiling face: "Uncle... I feel stuffy..."

Qian Xiaoyu let the old man eat some tofu, which was not painful, and then coaxed him away in a daze.It's just that he was dazed and fearful in his heart, hating himself for subconsciously flattering himself, fearing something unknown.

The next day, the weather was fine, and they ate some porridge as if nothing had happened. The old man kept his promise and sent him to Chunyang County.

The moment Qian Xiaoyu stepped into the city gate, her heart was pounding.

After two months, he finally came back.

He was like a bird used to staying in a cage, and only when he returned to such a stuffy place did he feel that everything was under control.

He trotted all the way and finally returned to the Qian Mansion.

However, what awaited him was a broken door.

Qian Xiaoyu was stunned.

He looked around blankly, not daring to take a step forward.

Pedestrians felt sympathy when they saw a petite Shuang'er standing awkwardly in front of Qian's mansion.

Someone came up to him and said, "Little brother, are you also the one who was harmed by the Qian family? You don't need to come here to seek revenge. The Qian family was ransacked and the whole family was sent to prison. Qian Sangou heard that dead..."

Others also echoed: "Yes, little brother, don't be sad. On the day of Shangyuan Festival, Master Yuan pulled them out to read the crimes in public, and everyone in our county threw stones at him! That scene was spectacular! The bad guys will get what they want!"

"I think it's the same. He has done so many bad things. It's not that evil will be rewarded with evil."

With trembling hands, Qian Xiaoyu asked, "Is everyone gone?"

"Yeah, it's all caught."

Qian Xiaoyu's head hurt, and she fell into a huge daze.With a habitual smile, he thanked the onlookers and walked towards the shop along the street.

The steamed stuffed bun shop has been replaced by a jewelry store, the gate of the cloth shop is sealed, and the dim sum shop still makes dim sum, but there is no one left in his Qian family.

Qian Xiaoyu returned to Qian's Mansion and quietly entered through the back door.

a mess.

When he returned to his hut, he saw that the bed had been turned over, the bedside cabinet had been opened, and there was no money left.

nothing left.

Qian Xiaoyu felt very tired. He lay on his side on the bed, curled up, feeling that he couldn't breathe.I don't know if it's my heart's fault again, or my own illusion.

Half-dream and half-awake, he seems to have seen the night of the Shangyuan Festival that the people said-the Qian Sangou family, together with him, paraded through the streets in shackles, and the people along the road were holding stones in their hands. The stones were entwined with resentment and hatred. Hitting the body seems to punch people through.

He cried in pain and kept begging for mercy, but no one let him go.

A familiar mason held up a stone and cried loudly: "Let me spare you!? Have you ever spared us—"

"Ah!" Qian Xiaoyu sat up suddenly, his eyes were red.

The room was dark, it was almost dusk, but there were no stones, no angry shouts, and no evil ghosts who came to claim their lives.

It's just that he was in severe pain, and the suffocation from his chest lingered all the time, making him restless.

He didn't dare to stay in the house anymore, and ran out scrambling.

There is a house, and he has a house.

Familiar streets, familiar plum blossoms, and familiar gates.Even though he bought the house himself, he has not lived in it a few times. Perhaps Mo Shi'an knows this place better than him.

But he still felt a little bit of peace of mind, as if there was still a place to stay in this huge world.

Pushing open the door, I saw that someone was already sitting in the yard, at the small table where they once drank together.

The man was tall and tall, so as a companion, he naturally felt safe and reliable, but as an enemy, he undoubtedly represented strength and invincibility.

Qian Xiaoyu felt scared for the first time.

Mo Shi'an looked up at him, poured himself a glass of wine slowly, and asked in a low voice, "Have you thought it through? Do you know you're wrong?"

He asked this question over and over again for two months.Until now, Qian Xiaoyu felt enlightened.

People, only when retribution comes, can they know that they are completely wrong.

Qian Xiaoyu smiled softly, and after a while coughed sullenly as if choking on water.This seizure was more serious than what he had experienced before. He only breathed out but not breathed in. Soon his eyes turned black, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and he fell and curled up on the ground.

Mo Shi'an was startled, panicked, picked him up and ran towards the hospital.

Qian Xiaoyu's blood rubbed against his chest.

He didn't have that deep affection for this little Shuang'er, he just cared a little bit in line with the time.

Maybe it was just the right timing, just the right gesture, which touched the heartstrings.

Shallow, understatement, without burden.

But I do care.

Therefore, when he understood the gesture behind Qian Xiaoyu's mask, he was deeply disappointed in his heart.

It turned out that all his cute expressions were all fake.Inside he was a miserable person, with the heart of a slave in his skin.Willing to be trampled underfoot and locked in a cage, to be the eagle dog of the wicked.

How could such a lovely person be willing to do such a thing?

Mo Shi'an struggled for a long time that day, and of course he could have ended up casually, but he was always a little bit unwilling.

Not reconciled to the people he cares about, doing things he hates.

Qian Xiaoyu is still young, if he teaches well, will he be able to win people over?

So Mo Shi'an locked Qian Xiaoyu in the hut, but he didn't know how to reflect.Then it's time for him to open his eyes and take a good look at what is true and what is sinful.

If Qian Xiaoyu was really fooled, or if he wasn't, he couldn't imprison Qian Xiaoyu for the rest of his life.Then he was really stunned, he wandered around like a headless fly in the small Chunyang County, and couldn't find the cage he used to stay in.

Such a crude and unreliable cage would be wiped out if it was smashed casually.

Only those who once regarded it as the whole world can't see this fact clearly.

But Mo Shi'an didn't expect that Qian Xiaoyu would vomit blood in front of him.

The doctor in the medical center took the pulse and checked it carefully.Qian Xiaoyu had passed out and recovered her breathing.But if you look closely, his face is no longer as round as it was a few months ago, and it is slightly sharp.

The patient was in a coma, so the doctor didn't shy away from others. He shook his head to Mo Shi'an and said, "These little twins are seriously ill, and they won't live long. Take good care of them, and maybe they can last for a few more months. Don't blame me to be honest... Who are you?"

With a sullen face, Mo Shi'an hesitated for a while, but finally did not answer.

If everything started all over again, if Qian Xiaoyu hadn't grown up in such an environment, would he still be what he is now?If he discovered his abnormality earlier and made some efforts, would he be able to turn him back on the right track?If he hadn't meddled in all this, would he still be the bad guy he "should be" by relying on the power of the Qian Mansion to show off his might?

There is no such thing as if in the world, past life is the result of this life, Qian Xiaoyu is such a person, so he is about to die.

Qian Xiaoyu had a dream.

In the dream, he became a little bird, was caught by bad guys, had its wings clipped, and couldn't fly anymore.

It was very sad, and could only flop around in the cage a few times, looking at the sky, feeling sad.

But after staying for a long time, it felt that everything was fine.It doesn't need to look for food and water by itself, and the ferocious cats passing by can only watch it from outside the cage. It gradually feels at ease and becomes happy.

The cage is also very good, as a bird in a cage, don't worry about anything, how wonderful it is.

The owner is also very good, sheltering it from wind and rain, and taking it to travel around the world.

He just needs to be a happy bird in a cage, sing songs when he is happy, and whine when he is unhappy, no matter what, he is exquisite, charming and lovable.

It also wants to be a caged bird in the next life.

Qian Xiaoyu woke up slowly, there was no nightmare in this sleep.But he knows that there will be more in the future, and in the future nights, they will haunt him every day.

He rubbed the pillow and saw a big mountain sitting beside the bed.

"Brother Mo..." he called hoarsely.He has no strength, seems to be declining suddenly, and he no longer has any fighting spirit.

It was difficult for him to think about any difficult questions, and he just stared at the man helplessly.Mo Shi'an's heart was heavy, and it was even more uncomfortable to be seen by him, so he agreed.

"Am I going to die?" Qian Xiaoyu asked.

This question was easy to answer, and Mo Shi'an didn't want to be perfunctory with him, so he nodded.Qian Xiaoyu tilted her head, and said softly, "Brother Mo will take me out for a few days, okay..."

Mo Shi'an looked at him steadily and agreed.

Xiao Shuang'er smiled happily, just like the mask he wore before.His habit of acting like a spoiled child has been ingrained into his bones, and in the end he became his true self.

Even in his sleepy dreams, he woke up like a happy caged bird.