: My heart is bitter

"Ten thousand, ten thousand, ten thousand, ten thousand!"

"A pile, a pile, a pile!"

"There are so many spirit stones! I want to buy magic weapons, throw one away. I don't like this. I want to buy silk water-patterned silk robes, made of top-quality Tiansilk silk, warm winter and cold water and fire, and it is elegant and beautiful. I want to buy a complete set of medicine and medicine, buy two sets, one for yourself to learn, and the other set for the old man underground. He has been suffering all his life, but he has never been able to make up enough money to buy one. It is a pity to die. I also want to buy bundles of golden-necked grass, and burn them all for the old man. If you weren't greedy for this, how could you die with your mother and leave me alone and helpless!"

"Old man, have you seen it? Your daughter is rich now, spirit stones, a lot of spirit stones, enough to fill our family. Our family can lie on the spirit stones and sleep. This is the dream you have always longed for."

"But now that my sister has a spirit stone, why are you not by my side? How can you leave me alone?"

At the age of twelve, she started living alone in Qilicheng. If her parents had not left a few spirit stones and a small courtyard, Qingmei would have been dead on the streets. However, even if she survived, she would have to endure the intrigue and insidious design in the world of cultivation, and her weak body survived in the cracks.

Since Qingmei returned from the night market, she plunged into her room, from her crazy love to her soft sobs, Xiao Chen heard it all in her ears. At this moment, she saw that the room gradually became quiet, and then she slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

A person is struggling in pain at the bottom of the world of cultivation. Over the years, it seems that this little girl has suffered a lot.

Xiao Chen shook his head, took a teacup, and sat down at the table. Once upon a time, he was like a green eyebrows, but he had the same situation today as he had. But in order to obtain this body of cultivation, who had ever helped him settle the amount of money?

Stepping on the road, trembling, cautious and cautious, there are many murderous intentions along the way, and every step forward requires crossing the sea of ​​corpses and blood. What is killed is others, but what is cold is your own heart.

Xiao Chen looked at his hands, white and delicate, without any dust, but the blood stained on it would probably not be washed away by the rivers and seas. Once he entered the road, he could not help himself, and if he didn't kill anyone, he would kill me.

Perhaps it was already an old man, and his children were happy, and then he died and turned into a piece of loess.

Is this life trajectory true happiness?

Ignorance means no sorrow. It is not a kind of peace and joy when the sun rises and rests when the sun sets.

But at this moment, it's too late.

Stepping on the road and entering this rolling world, there are too many entanglements of cause and effect, and Xiao Chen has no way out, otherwise he will die. If he dies, his relatives, beauty, teachers, and friends will all suffer.

Therefore, Xiao Chen had no choice, not only for himself, but also for the people around him. He could only suppress all his hardships and move forward silently.

This is an unreluctant responsibility.

But one day, he will go back and with irresistible force, he will smash all the shackles that blocked him into pieces.

Xiao Chen put down the teacup, took out two pots of fine wine with his backhand, put one on the table, and drink one on the pot.

The wine enters the sorrowful heart, and it is a little bitter.

"Squeak".

The door was pushed open, and the green eyebrows and red eyes walked silently to Xiao Chen. Without saying a word, she sat down, took another pot of wine and started drinking.

The wine was very strong, and the green eyebrows were coughing so hard that they choked and burst into tears. Xiao Chen watched silently without saying anything to comfort her. This was the path she chose for her future. Only she could bear the bitterness and bitterness of this, and no one could help her.

Qingmei coughed for a long time, recovered and continued to drink. Her beautiful eyes shrank into a ball, and she whispered: "It's so bitter."

Xiao Chen chuckled and said lightly: "Wine is not bitter, but people suffer."

The little girl frowned, as if she understood something, but looked at Xiao Chen but didn't say anything.

The two drank each other, Xiao Chen was bold and unrestrained, one pot after another. The little girl lowered her head slightly, sipped in small sips, and slowly savored the taste of the wine. She felt that in addition to the bitterness, the ups and downs, the bitterness and spicyness were also included.

"It must be very hard to carry the mask for so many years. There are no outsiders tonight, so I will pick it." Xiao Chen spoke softly, his eyes calm, and only felt a little pity.

Qingmei suddenly looked up and looked at Xiao Chen's gentle eyes. Her heart was filled with sourness. Her eyes were watery and almost shed tears. This feeling of being cared for by others has really not felt for a long time.

The little girl lowered her head, unwilling to show weakness. When her mood stabilized, she smiled on her face, "Okay, then today I will show my true face to Brother Xiao Chen. Don't be stunned. I am very beautiful."

This sentence from Brother Xiao Chen is much less alert and comes from the bottom of his heart, making people feel a little warm.

Xiao Chen smiled gently.

However, when Qingmei carefully took off the mask on her face, the whole room seemed to shine. Those pair of lively and beautiful eyes were a huge regret on Qingmei's face before, but now it is the finishing touch, making her whole body dazzling.

The color of life is fragrant, but it is nothing more than that.

Xiao Chen has seen many beautiful women, Yuewu's elegant and elegant, Zi Yan's gracefulness and luxury, Yu Ji's domineering and coldness, Li Xiaoyi's stubbornness and stubbornness, Xiaoyuer's simplicity and simplicity, Mo Xi's refreshing and lovely can be regarded as all kinds of various. Although only Yuewu and Zi Yan are loved by others, it is not an exaggeration for other women to be considered beautiful women.

But the beauty of the green eyebrows is not the same as them. She is like a delicate rose, struggling to survive in the chilly wind, delicate but not delicate, a little small, a little kind, and a little proud.

It feels good, but it feels bitter.

Xiao Chen raised the wine pot and said, "For the beautiful green-browed lady, drink a pot."

The green eyebrows smiled shyly, and the broken face was covered with red clouds, which looked really cute.

"Um."

With a soft nod, the little girl happily drank with Xiao Chen, feeling that she had never been as relaxed and relaxed as she has been today for so many years, as if someone would help her with something big. This feeling of relying on the little girl was a little uncomfortable, but she was really happy.

"Brother Xiao Chen, can I tell you my worries? It's really uncomfortable to hold it alone in my heart. I always want to cry alone at night." The green eyebrows frowned with green fingers and spoke in a low voice.

"Okay." Xiao Chen didn't say much, nodded lightly but seemed extremely sincere.

The little girl smiled gratefully and spoke in a low voice, bit by bit, sometimes happy and sometimes sobbing. The bitterness and bitterness that she could tell for so many years made her feel much more relaxed and extremely tired.

Looking at the little girl who was sleeping on the table, Xiao Chen shook his head, got up, picked her up and took her back to the room, carefully covering the corner of the quilt, and then turned around and left.

After sitting down again, looking at the vast night, Xiao Chen sighed. The bitterness and bitterness of the green eyebrows could be explained to him, because in the little girl's heart, Brother Xiao Chen is someone who can rely on. But who can tell the hardships and fatigue in his heart?
Chapter completed!