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Wenzhu drove to the market and wanted to make up for his mistakes, so he suggested: "madam, we set up a porridge shed near the market. Everyone gathered there and waited for porridge. I'm afraid these refugees and beggars know you. If the person you found last time wanted to appear in front of you, he would have appeared long ago. Why don't you go somewhere else?"
Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't know where to look: "where else? Where else?"
Wenzhu said, "there are also refugees and beggars in the suburbs. Maybe someone can be found there."
Zhuang Xiaoyu thought, "after running around the market, go to the suburbs."
On the second day of the lunar new year, although some shops have opened, most of them are closed, the snow has melted, the ground is muddy, and it is difficult for carriages to travel.
The wind was strong, and the jade fragments still opened the window and curtain. Sitting inside was like sitting in a vent, shivering with cold.
Zhuang Xiaoyu looked through the window at the beggars and refugees hiding in the back air outlet, searching through their faces one by one. The disappointment gathered a little, and his expression became depressed.
When will such days come to an end.
What's the difference between her aimless search for a needle in a haystack?
Wenzhu ran around the market and drove the carriage to the suburbs.
Yusha wanted to put down the curtain of the carriage, but Zhuang Xiaoyu stopped her: "that's it, don't do it."
Jade crumb touched her hand. The charcoal in the heater had been burned out. There was not much heat. Zhuang Xiaoyu's fingers were cold: "Miss, I'm afraid you'll be frozen."
"I'm not cold." Zhuang Xiaoyu shivered, and the hot breath soon dispersed in the wind: "I haven't seen the snow in the suburbs for a long time.
I remember when I was a child, my brother took me to see the snow for the first time. At that time, not long after my mother died, my father was busy with the affairs of the priest's house all day, and neither my brother nor I cared
When I went back, I fell ill. My brother was whipped by my father. Later, they didn't dare to take me on horseback. Wherever they went, they were carriages... "
These trivial past events, I didn't feel much before, but now I suddenly recall them, but they feel like a separated life. It makes me cry.
Jade fragments dare not say anything, for fear of recalling more memories of their own young lady.
Zhuang Xiaoyu's eyes were flushed by the biting cold wind, and the fog at the bottom of his eyes Rose.
The suburbs are no better than the market. Most of them are farmers. Some are driving cattle carts and donkey carts. They are carrying a pile of firewood from the mountain road.
Although those people were dressed in rags, their father and son were friendly. The children sat in the pile of firewood and sang songs. The laughter came into Zhuang Xiaoyu's ears. She listened attentively.
"Bang", the carriage suddenly collided with another carriage. Zhuang Xiaoyu's body suddenly fell forward. Fortunately, Yu broken's eyes and hands were quick and pulled her. Wenzhu stopped the people in the car with one hand and held the reins tightly with the other hand. He angrily scolded the coachman who hit his carriage: "will you catch the car? I almost hurt my wife."
The wind blew the curtain, and the humble carriage passed slowly in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu. Zhuang Xiaoyu saw the man lying in the carriage like a pool of mud.
The face was covered with scars, one eye was blind, the other eye stared at her, opened his mouth and screamed. Zhuang Xiaoyu saw that his mouth was empty and had no tongue.
Just glanced at it, but all the process was replayed in Zhuang Xiaoyu's mind like slow motion
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Wenzhu drove to the market and wanted to make up for his mistakes, so he suggested: "madam, we set up a porridge shed near the market. Everyone gathered there and waited for porridge. I'm afraid these refugees and beggars know you. If the person you found last time wanted to appear in front of you, he would have appeared long ago. Why don't you go somewhere else?"
Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't know where to look: "where else? Where else?"
Wenzhu said, "there are also refugees and beggars in the suburbs. Maybe someone can be found there."
Zhuang Xiaoyu thought, "after running around the market, go to the suburbs."
On the second day of the lunar new year, although some shops have opened, most of them are closed, the snow has melted, the ground is muddy, and it is difficult for carriages to travel.
The wind was strong, and the jade fragments still opened the window and curtain. Sitting inside was like sitting in a vent, shivering with cold.
Zhuang Xiaoyu looked through the window at the beggars and refugees hiding in the back air outlet, searching through their faces one by one. The disappointment gathered a little, and his expression became depressed.
When will such days come to an end.
What's the difference between her aimless search for a needle in a haystack?
Wenzhu ran around the market and drove the carriage to the suburbs.
Yusha wanted to put down the curtain of the carriage, but Zhuang Xiaoyu stopped her: "that's it, don't do it."
Jade crumb touched her hand. The charcoal in the heater had been burned out. There was not much heat. Zhuang Xiaoyu's fingers were cold: "Miss, I'm afraid you'll be frozen."
"I'm not cold." Zhuang Xiaoyu shivered, and the hot breath soon dispersed in the wind: "I haven't seen the snow in the suburbs for a long time.
I remember when I was a child, my brother took me to see the snow for the first time. At that time, not long after my mother died, my father was busy with the affairs of the priest's house all day, and neither my brother nor I cared
When I went back, I fell ill. My brother was whipped by my father. Later, they didn't dare to take me on horseback. Wherever they went, they were carriages... "
These trivial past events, I didn't feel much before, but now I suddenly recall them, but they feel like a separated life. It makes me cry.
Jade fragments dare not say anything, for fear of recalling more memories of their own young lady.
Zhuang Xiaoyu's eyes were flushed by the biting cold wind, and the fog at the bottom of his eyes Rose.
The suburbs are no better than the market. Most of them are farmers. Some are driving cattle carts and donkey carts. They are carrying a pile of firewood from the mountain road.
Although those people were dressed in rags, their father and son were friendly. The children sat in the pile of firewood and sang songs. The laughter came into Zhuang Xiaoyu's ears. She listened attentively.
"Bang", the carriage suddenly collided with another carriage. Zhuang Xiaoyu's body suddenly fell forward. Fortunately, Yu broken's eyes and hands were quick and pulled her. Wenzhu stopped the people in the car with one hand and held the reins tightly with the other hand. He angrily scolded the coachman who hit his carriage: "will you catch the car? I almost hurt my wife."
The wind blew the curtain, and the humble carriage passed slowly in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu. Zhuang Xiaoyu saw the man lying in the carriage like a pool of mud.
The face was covered with scars, one eye was blind, the other eye stared at her, opened his mouth and screamed. Zhuang Xiaoyu saw that his mouth was empty and had no tongue.
Just glanced at it, but all the process was replayed in Zhuang Xiaoyu's mind like slow motion
Wenzhu drove to the market and wanted to make up for his mistakes, so he suggested: "madam, we set up a porridge shed near the market. Everyone gathered there and waited for porridge. I'm afraid these refugees and beggars know you. If the person you found last time wanted to appear in front of you, he would have appeared long ago. Why don't you go somewhere else?"Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't know where to look: "where else? Where else?"Wenzhu said, "there are also refugees and beggars in the suburbs. Maybe someone can be found there."Zhuang Xiaoyu thought, "after running around the market, go to the suburbs."On the second day of the lunar new year, although some shops have opened, most of them are closed, the snow has melted, the ground is muddy, and it is difficult for carriages to travel.The wind was strong, and the jade fragments still opened the window and curtain. Sitting inside was like sitting in a vent, shivering with cold.Zhuang Xiaoyu looked through the window at the beggars and refugees hiding in the back air outlet, searching through their faces one by one. The disappointment gathered a little, and his expression became depressed.When will such days come to an end.What's the difference between her aimless search for a needle in a haystack?Wenzhu ran around the market and drove the carriage to the suburbs.Yusha wanted to put down the curtain of the carriage, but Zhuang Xiaoyu stopped her: "that's it, don't do it."Jade crumb touched her hand. The charcoal in the heater had been burned out. There was not much heat. Zhuang Xiaoyu's fingers were cold: "Miss, I'm afraid you'll be frozen.""I'm not cold." Zhuang Xiaoyu shivered, and the hot breath soon dispersed in the wind: "I haven't seen the snow in the suburbs for a long time.I remember when I was a child, my brother took me to see the snow for the first time. At that time, not long after my mother died, my father was busy with the affairs of the priest's house all day, and neither my brother nor I caredWhen I went back, I fell ill. My brother was whipped by my father. Later, they didn't dare to take me on horseback. Wherever they went, they were carriages... "These trivial past events, I didn't feel much before, but now I suddenly recall them, but they feel like a separated life. It makes me cry.Jade fragments dare not say anything, for fear of recalling more memories of their own young lady.Zhuang Xiaoyu's eyes were flushed by the biting cold wind, and the fog at the bottom of his eyes Rose.The suburbs are no better than the market. Most of them are farmers. Some are driving cattle carts and donkey carts. They are carrying a pile of firewood from the mountain road.Although those people were dressed in rags, their father and son were friendly. The children sat in the pile of firewood and sang songs. The laughter came into Zhuang Xiaoyu's ears. She listened attentively."Bang", the carriage suddenly collided with another carriage. Zhuang Xiaoyu's body suddenly fell forward. Fortunately, Yu broken's eyes and hands were quick and pulled her. Wenzhu stopped the people in the car with one hand and held the reins tightly with the other hand. He angrily scolded the coachman who hit his carriage: "will you catch the car? I almost hurt my wife."The wind blew the curtain, and the humble carriage passed slowly in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu. Zhuang Xiaoyu saw the man lying in the carriage like a pool of mud.The face was covered with scars, one eye was blind, the other eye stared at her, opened his mouth and screamed. Zhuang Xiaoyu saw that his mouth was empty and had no tongue.Just glanced at it, but all the process was replayed in Zhuang Xiaoyu's mind like slow motion
