Chapter 1: Small items

Who can give me some food?In the cold wind, the old man with tears in his eyes prayed sadly. She was dressed in rags, the little girl in her arms was deeply engulfed, and she was so hungry that she was about to faint. Only the word "hunger" that could occasionally float out of her lips made people know that she was still a living life.

Looking at the endless plains in the distance, the mottled trees also died of being stripped of bark, I know that more people will starve to death today.

I couldn't help but grab the bag in my arms tightly, where there were two hard steamed buns.

What can you do even if you are alive?The scene of the entire village being swallowed by the fire is vivid in my mind, and suddenly, I don’t want to think about what will happen in the future.

I gave the bag with the remaining warmth to the old man. Seeing the little girl gnawing the steamed buns weakly but strongly, I seemed to feel extremely satisfied.

Even if I know that there is no food in such a cold winter, I can't survive for two days and nights.

The world is vast, and it seems that I am the only one in the world.

As I walked, I burst into tears inexplicably.

Do you regret it?A woman's voice came.

No.

Then why are you crying?

The woman stood not far away, and even though tears blurred her vision, her graceful figure still made me descend like a fairy.

Looking at the white veil covering my face, I just answered dullly.

Why cry?The fairy asked again.

Many people die, and many people will die.

As soon as he finished speaking, the fairy's body dissipated like a fog, and the sound of horse hooves was like a roaring mountain torrent. A spear that came towards me was stabbing straight at me!

don't want!I suddenly flipped up from the bed and breathed rapidly.The fresh air poured into my lungs, and the cold feeling made me feel much more relaxed.

It's a nightmare again!

I can't remember how many nightmare I had. Since I was sent back to the valley by the young master, I have been awakened by nightmare at night.

I poured a cup of tea and couldn't help but worry about the young master. I wonder where the young master was now and whether he was mingling with the troubled Huaruozi again.

After thinking for a long time, these worries seemed to be useless if they were not by the young master.

Hope the young master won't learn bad things anymore

I can only hope so.

Five years have passed since I was picked up by the Valley Master from outside that winter. Time flies so fast. It was eleven years old and now it is sixteen.

I got up and picked up the oil lamp. I couldn't help but walk towards the main room again. The main room was the young master's bedroom, but now the young master is not here, and no one can blame me for not following the way of master and servant.

The young master’s room is much more luxurious than my side room, but even so, what I miss the most is the six scrolls of Lou Li painted by the young master.

That was a year ago when Jianghu Xiaoxiaosheng came to the valley to paint, because six of the top ten beauties recognized by Jianghu were from the valley of Forgetful Love.

The painting was in duplicate, and one was used by Jianghu Xiaoxiaosheng to arrange the order of the top ten beauties. After all, as long as there are more beautiful people, someone will be squeezed out of the ranking.

But after being listed in the top ten beauties, four years have passed, and the people in the ranking have not changed.

I stroked the scrolls, and for the purpose of distinguishing, I tied ribbons of different colors.

I began to take out the scroll from Louli one by one.

Su Xueyi, Luo Ningxiang, Mu Jinrou, Liu Yinxia, ​​Jiang Wanyue, Han Xiangzhu.

After taking out all the scrolls, I divided them into two categories.

Su Xueyi, Luo Ningxiang, Mu Jinrou, and Liu Wenxia are the personal disciples of the Valley Master. Because the residence arranged by the Valley Master for them was named as the villa according to spring, summer, autumn and winter, they are also called the Fairy of Four Seasons in the Jianghu.

Jiang Wanyue is the young master's cousin, and Hedong Jiang Mansion is also a wealthy and prestigious family.

Han Xiangzhu is the young master's sister, and their mother is the master of Wangqing Valley.

I opened the first scroll, and the girl in white inside was smiling. Her graceful figure and bright eyes were as tender as water, which seemed to melt the hearts of people, just like spring rain moistening things. No wonder she was called the spring fairy.

I opened the second volume and another girl in green appeared in the paper. She sat on the boat with her knees, bowed in front of the pink lotus, closed her eyebrows and eyes, and sniffed with a clever nose, making people feel that the lotus fairy in the sky can only look like her.

Volume 3 is a girl in a goose yellow gauze dress. Her waist is like a grip, and she is tinkling. She raises her hand and then falls with ginkgo leaves. Her white teeth are slightly exposed, her eyes are clear, and her white cheeks and neck are afraid of being hurt by the autumn wind......

The girl in Volume 4, wearing a red cloak, disappeared in the snow all over the sky, as if she was a lonely peony in the world, with bright eyes and charming eyes, unforgettable...

Looking at the four beauty paintings arranged from top to next time on the table, I couldn't help but feel thrilled.

The four of them were one year older than me. Because I had just entered the valley, the valley master arranged for the young master to serve him personally. After a long time, I called them sister like the young master. They treated me like the young master, which really touched me. A year ago, they needed to go to Hehuan Valley to learn skills for a year due to martial arts. Now, after seeing their portraits, I couldn't help but feel infinite longing in my heart.

Putting the four scrolls away, I opened the remaining two pieces in turn and arranged them up and down.

A girl sat upright in front of the windowsill, holding her chin and looking out the window with her hands. Her beautiful black hair gently floated with the wind outside the window, and her side face was so beautiful that it made people concentrate...

The girl on the other scroll actually had the same movements as the girl on the scroll.

Even the scenes are the same. I think it was a girl who finished painting, and the other girl came over and sat down as it was……

They are all side faces, all curved and graceful figures, all of which are beautiful that makes people want to see the whole picture...

I couldn't help but smile. Thinking about that day, the lady and cousin were not good at seeing outsiders, let alone sitting there and being painted by a man I had never seen before, so I had two similar portraits.

And………I thought that Miss Cousin also returned to Hedongjiang Prefecture a year ago, I don’t know when I could see her again, and I felt a little sad in my heart.

When I put away the lady's painting, I put it aside. When I planned to accept the lady's portrait, I felt warm again. The lady was really nice to me. Although I always called myself a slave, the lady never used me like a servant.

My heart became tighter again. It was precisely because of this that during the days I came back, the lady asked me several times to ask me about the young master, but because the young master hangs out with the young master who claims to be a prodigal son in the flower, it really makes it difficult for me to speak, especially the young master also reminded me not to reveal anything about him outside...

But…………

I sighed a long sigh.Put the scrolls away and put them back into the painting.

The lady said last time she asked me for another time, and tomorrow will be here again.