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Chapter 25 Snow

Chapter 25 Snow

Everything is no different from Gusu.If you really want to talk about it, it is probably the difference between the depth of the quagmire and the shallowness, whether the silt overflows his neck or the top of his head.Ruyunge's mother is more mercenary, unscrupulous, and... much hotter than the one Joan met in Gusu.

Joan once saw with her own eyes a slave who accidentally tore the clothes of a popular young man was dragged out and beaten, and that slave was only six years old.As big as him.

Joan's tears and innocence were left in Gusu long ago, and if there was any leftover, it would have been returned to his mother.He has always been obedient, he learns things quickly, he can endure hardships, he is the youngest in a group of children but he dances the best dance, plays the best pipa and knows the most words, his mother likes him very much.So when the other children had to do laundry, sweep the floor and do rough work, he was given privileges by his mother early on, exempting him from everything.

Mom is very optimistic about him.Because Joan never makes trouble, doesn't play petty temper, and doesn't shed tears at every turn to complain about everything around her.Mom has been thinking that if Liu Qiong grows up for another two years, she will be able to win another top card after staying for a few more years.

Joan knew the child who was dragged out.Joan didn't know what his original name was, but everyone called him Puppy.The little dog used to go to school with them, but he learned things slowly and grew up to be considered clean. Later, his mother sent him to work for other sons.

Pitiful.Hearing that his family was too poor, he was beaten unconscious by his father and sold into Ruyun Pavilion.It is said that all the sisters in his family have been sold out, leaving him with his two older brothers.I heard that his mother passed away two years ago.I heard that his father was an alcoholic and loved to gamble, so he was used to pay off his father's gambling debts.

The little dog was crying outside first, then the crying gradually weakened, and finally he could only vaguely hear him begging for mercy.That was the first time Joan faced human life directly, it was a living human life, Joan thought so at that time.He pleaded with his mother.Mom gave him a condescending look, then smiled, full of malice.

She said that saving people depends on how much she weighs.She ordered the turtle slave to lock Joan and the puppy into the firewood room. For three days, she gave them a steamed bun and a bowl of water every day.She knew that it was a great luck for the puppy to survive such injuries, and she must not have the strength to fight for steamed buns and water with Qiong.

She just wants Joan to see clearly that all kindness is false in front of interests, and the life and death of others are false in front of herself.She wants to let Joan know that Joan can also disregard the lives of others for his own sake, and his hands will be stained with blood.She just wanted to drag Joan into the mud, and she was the happiest when it was stinky inside and out and her heart and lungs were rotten.

Joan traded half a steamed bun for a plant of herbs. He didn't know if it would work, but he chewed the medicine and tried his best to apply the medicine to the puppy's wounds.He tore off his own clothes and bandaged the puppy's wound, and told him that if he wants to live, he must live well.

The puppy asked him what he was doing alive.

"To be alive...to be alive...to be alive to see the stars, the moon, the mountains and the sea..."

The little dog cried again, he said that we can't get out, we've been trapped here all our lives, so what's the point of us being alive.

Joan broke up steamed buns and fed them into his mouth. He didn't know why he would do that, to care about the life and death of an irrelevant person.He just did it because he thought so, and because he thought so, he said, "No way. We're not going to be stuck here forever. If you want to get out, you can get out."

Many people praised Qiong for his understanding of current affairs, and he has always performed very well.But Joan himself knew that he would not stay here all his life, he could go out, he wanted to go out, he wanted to leave here.What a pity, he was seven years old.When it snowed, he was seven years old.

The puppy survived, and he told Joan that his name was Xiaosi, the fourth eldest in the family, and his mother called him that, and he didn't have a name.He asked Joan to help him choose a name, but Joan didn't agree. He asked Xiao Si to choose it himself. Xiao Si was afraid that it would be bad, so Joan said that she would give herself a name when she grew up and read a lot of books.They are all alone in the world, and it's up to them to make up their own minds about everything.

For Joan, Xiaosi is probably envious.Because even if Xiaosi survived, mother didn't say anything about Joan.Even Joan was surprised, he was already prepared to be suppressed by his mother.But contrary to the facts, his mother treated him better, and brought him delicious and fun ingredients from time to time.But once Xiaosi sees it, she must be disappointed.

Xiao Si is a slave, and Joan asked her mother to let Xiao Si continue to go to school with them.Going to school, in addition to literacy, for them, it is better not to learn other things.But going to school means that you can do less work, and not all slaves can be bullied at will.Maybe he will be regarded as "promising" by some big shot in the future?

It's winter again, and the outside is covered with layers of snow, white like viburnum, soft like cotton.But when you step on it, you will know that it is snow and cold.

Qiong was dragged down from the wall by the turtle slave in the middle of the night. He was pressed by the turtle slave and thrown into the alley behind Yunge. Xiaosi followed her mother step by step, clumsily holding her mother's skirt.A child who is only so old can't even walk steadily in the snow.

Joan couldn't figure out why Xiaosi betrayed him.Obviously, as long as today is over, they will leave this place tomorrow.The sky is high and the sea is wide, where is not a shelter, even...even if it is a beggar?

You look, you look at your back, the group of demons dancing is a ghost cave, sooner or later they will be gnawed until there is no dregs left, sooner or later they will be minced there and become another stranger.Joan had seen it with her own eyes, he had seen it in the corner for eight years, the darkness of his life.

There are people around who are laughing and others are scolding, without exception, they are all triumphant.

Yes, how proud you are.A competitor was crippled without bloodshed.Yes, you should be proud, you can get everything I got in the Cloud Pavilion, congratulations.

Joan was strapped to the bench, top to bottom, shoulder to chest.His hands were shackled by the tortoise slave, and the red tweezers were pressed on his nails, one by two...

Joan still can't figure it out, there are so many people who wish I would never recover.There shouldn't be a you in it.You and I have nothing for so long, the two of us should be each other's only friends.If you don't want to leave, I can talk about other methods, but what I did not do well enough?

The bloody nails peeled off one by one, and a basin of cold water was poured from nowhere, and it was just enough to cool him alone.The lights in the tall buildings behind her were always on, and Joan could vaguely hear the laughter of ghosts in the narrow alleys.

It was snowing again, and it was almost dawn, and at dawn, he was eight years old.

He suddenly understood, there is no need to ask so many why.Betrayed is betrayed, nothing more.

He was like a dying fish, lying on the shore watching the dawn break.The noise behind him disappeared, and so did the laughter in front of him. He hung his head down and lay on the stool, countless snowflakes fell on his back and waist until his face was covered with frost.Tick ​​tick's blood was frozen, and the gorgeous red plums were covered layer by layer.Really clean, a vast expanse of whiteness.

Joan closed her eyes...

Yuebai rushed out of the room, the place had been burnt down long ago, not a single tree or brick was left behind.The people in his memory have been sent to the nightmare hell by him one by one.that building...

That building was rebuilt later without fear of death.Yuebai suddenly stopped, and the white snow fluttered and landed on his hair and shoulders.He stood at the entrance of the alley, among the dots of white, and the crowd in the alley became gray black and white.

He grabbed the syringe in his sleeve and turned back, the next moment someone grabbed his hand and clasped his neck, pressing him against the cold wall.Yuebai's back hit the wall, causing a slight pain.

He smelled it. It didn't belong to the fragrance in the ice and snow. The incense smelled like blood, which was very shallow.

"Is that building a gift from Mr. Fang?" Yuebai's face was pale, so pale that it almost merged with the snowflake on her cheek.

"The little doctor's disguise is at its peak. If you don't use this method, how can you find the little doctor's real body."

"Have you found Wansheng Pavilion? Sure enough, you are well-informed, and Yuebai admires it." Yuebai loosened his hand, and the syringe fell from his hand.

The "Tuktuk" syringe fell to the ground, and I didn't know which mechanism it hit, and shot out a long black needle, which silently pierced into the gap between the bluestone bricks.

Fang Siming controlled Yuebai's hands, cleverly preventing Yuebai from touching him with her nails no matter how she tried.He said: "It is difficult to find the past of the evil doctor, but it is a trivial matter to find the place where he became a popular oiran more than ten years ago. The little doctor has too much reputation."

Yuebai raised her head, gritted her teeth and said, "Do you really want to make me angry like this? Do you want me to hate you who stabbed my wound with a knife so that you will be happy? Let me go!"

Fang Siming's hands froze, he subconsciously avoided Yuebai's eyes, and said, "Follow me back."

"I really hate your mask. Do you have to wear it to face me?" Yuebai closed her eyes, "You are so smart..." Do you know what that building means to me? You know what it is, but you still use it to force me.Do you think that once you do this, you can push me far away, and I will never pay attention to you again.

Yuebai moved her lips, but she didn't say anything more.Facing Fang Siming who was looking down at the top of his head, he could only smile. He hooked his lips, softened his expression, and said, "Give me another day, please, give me another day, and I will go back with you."

Fang Siming gathered his fingers together: "immediately."

Yuebai moved her lips: "I am cooperating with Wansheng Pavilion, my free Wansheng Pavilion has no right to intervene."

"Father please go back to the Wansheng Pavilion, there is something important to discuss. Let's go now."

Yuebai's body trembled uncontrollably, and she suddenly lowered her shoulders and compromised: "...Okay..."

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Jie just swears, there will be a long, long sugar below