[Qin Shimingyue] On the development of love through improper households

On the streets of Xinzheng, people come and go.

Wrapped in a red cloak, I walked aimlessly.Mo Crow is going on a mission after being tortured, and Bai Feng is also shaking her little butt and doesn't know where to go to do good deeds. At this time, the people following me... I turned my head and glanced at Wan who was standing not far away. Song.

His eyes never leave me for a moment.Together with Mo Ya, I have the feeling of being taken care of by my elder brother as a younger sister; with Bai Feng, I have the feeling of being a sister who takes care of my younger brother; with Wan Ge... I have the feeling of being watched as a prisoner by the enemy.

Mo Ya is seven years older than me, Bai Feng is three years younger than me, and Wan Ge is the same age as me.Logically speaking, he should understand my feelings best.But he is the strictest and harshest to me.

Dad taught me archery, Black Crow taught me lightness kung fu, Wan Ge taught me how to dance a sword.However, only the courses of Moya, I really feel happy.It feels so good to fly in the air, I feel like I have become a happy little bird too.Although the ink crow said that there is no bird in the world that can fly forever and never need to land.But I know that as long as I am too tired to fly, the black crow will catch me.

Black Crow is my land, the only person I can truly rely on.

Fortunately there is him.

I walked to the shop of Sun Ji Honey Candy Cake. At noon, I was the only one in front of the shop.Old man Sun hurried back and forth in front of the steamer with a peaceful expression on his face. When he saw me coming, he brought out two baskets of sugar cakes and a bowl of bean curd soup without saying a word.

The cooks in the General's Mansion are of course very skilled, and the dim sum they make is full of color, flavor and taste, but I love the candied cakes made by Old Man Sun the most.At first I thought it was because of my unique taste, but then I slowly understood the reason.

Old man Sun's basket of sugar cakes is only a penny, and he can't earn a hundred pennies a day. According to the per capita income of this South Korea, he is still in the middle and lower class.I also heard from Mo Ya that old man Sun lost his son in his early years. There is an old wife in his family who is bedridden all year round. It costs dozens of pennies a month to buy medicines. There is also a grandson who is studying in elementary school. He also needs money every month.Old man Sun always collects the stalls in the evening, and then goes to school to pick up his little grandson.I don't know why he can smile so calmly and calmly when he is in such a predicament.What I know is that for so many years, his sugar cakes are still a penny and a cage.

The daily treatment of the cooks in the general's mansion is ten thousand times that of old man Sun, but I have never seen them smile.The old man has a violent personality. In the summer of the previous year, he ate a grain of sand in the white fungus soup to cool off the summer heat. He gritted his teeth and couldn't help being furious. He ordered the old chef who made the white fungus soup to be beaten to death.I can't remember the voice and appearance of the old chef who is over half a century old. I only remember his skillful hands, which can make ordinary pastries into countless changes.

There are so many souls who died unjustly in the General's Mansion, I often feel that I am actually living in a gorgeous tomb.

"This bean curd soup is a bit salty." I smashed my mouth and smiled at Old Man Sun, "But it has a special flavor when paired with this sugar cake."

"Life is full of tastes, contentment and happiness." When old man Sun said this, there was a light of compassion on his face.

Contentment and happiness... This statement is indeed very reasonable.

I looked at the three remaining sugar cakes in the steamer, and subconsciously went to touch the brocade handkerchief in my pocket, but I couldn’t find it after a long time. It's not an old lady, but you still pack for him? !But if I continue to eat and take in too much nutrition, I will become a fat girl, and I don't want to show off in the market with a fat body.

My gaze caught sight of Wan Ge in the crowd.Holding the sword, he looked at me through a large crowd.

"Come here." I waved to Wan Ge, and he flew over immediately.The wind blew up his long hair on his forehead, revealing a clean and beautiful forehead, and the light softened his resolute facial expression. I suddenly found that the way he pursed his thin lips was not only stubborn, but also a little cute.

"What are your orders, son?"

I pointed to the three sugar cakes in the steamer: "Eat them for me."

Wan Ge was stunned for a moment, then immediately picked up a sugar cake, put it to her lips and took a bite.He still has no expression on his face, and I can't tell whether he likes sugar cakes or not.At first, I thought he didn't like candy cakes, so I never brought them to him.With such an indifferent face, only coptis is suitable for him.

"Sit down and eat." I watched him eat the sugar cake as if he had completed a task, and felt that it was disrespectful to old man Sun. Thinking that the sugar cake was too greasy, it would be delicious with a bowl of bean curd, so I told Sun again. The old man said, "Uncle Sun, have another bowl of bean curd."

I obviously felt Wan Ge's body tremble slightly. He took the bean curd handed over by old man Sun, thanked him in a low voice, and then buried himself in drinking the bean curd.

"Eat with it." I pointed to the bean curd in his hand, and pointed to the sugar cake, "Take a bite of the sugar cake and drink the soup."

Wan Ge never knows how to enjoy himself, he is not as easygoing as Mo Ya, nor as arrogant and innocent as Bai Feng.He listened too much to his father, and never violated his wishes. He seemed to be just a killing machine of his father.If one day my father orders him to kill me, I think he will carry it out without hesitation, while Black Crow and Bai Feng will not.

"Wan Ge, Bai Feng and Mo Crow are both bird names, why aren't you?"

"...It was originally, but later you changed it, my lord."

Is there such a thing? ...I have no impression at all.Can I still take out such an artistic name as Wange?

I'm curious about his original bird name...heron?Suzaku?Or Black Hawk?

"Then what was your original name?"

Wan Ge paused and replied, "Owl."

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In the afternoon of midsummer, I had enough to eat and drink, and walked slowly to the east of the city.

I want to see someone.

Yesterday morning she was embroidering with her head bowed by the window, yesterday evening I pinned a red lotus on her, and last night she died under the blade of the black crow.

Now, her head is hung on the wall in the east of the city.

"Evening song."

"What are your orders, son?"

"I mean if." I looked at the bloody head on the city gate, took a deep breath, and said slowly, "If one day my father asks you to kill me...can you leave me a whole body. "

"That's not going to happen."

"just in case……"

"The general will not give that kind of order. If there is such a day, Wan Ge will definitely kill himself before the young master."

"...I don't believe that at all." I was so angry that my nostrils were blown, and I pointed to my face, "Look at my face, it's still burning hot, can't you be gentler? Put some water on it ?”

"Sir, I..."

"Forget it, anyway, I will definitely take revenge on you in the future." I gritted my teeth and stared at Wan Ge, and said word by word, "If no one marries me, I will marry you and use you every day to study art in the house !" I'm talking nonsense, although I'm not serious, I just want to scare Wan Ge, but he seems... Not scared at all?

I was about to say something, but was suddenly attracted by a voice not far away.

"Don't look at Shuzi." The voice was gentle and clear.

I turned my face away and saw a handsome face as gentle as jade.

The sun was shining brightly, the sun was like a fire, it couldn't be brighter than him, his eyes were burning.

His small, bony hands were covering a woman's eyes at this moment.His expression was so cautious, as if he was guarding a treasure for many lifetimes.

...Hey, Zhang Liang can still pick up girls?