His eyebrows and eyes when he smiled lightly overlapped with the eyebrows and eyes when he saw me in the government prison.
At that time, the only thing I needed to do every day was to keep earning silver, even if it was only a penny, as long as I could earn silver, I would have an excuse to hold it in front of him with my own hands, and I would feel extremely happy.
These days I often stay out at night because of the busy work, and Xiao Chunyan has to guard the empty temple alone, which makes me feel very self-blame.
It should be known that the dilapidation of the Huashen Temple is not what he, a teenage pustule, can bear alone. Without my embrace, he might freeze to death.
Yes, we still live in the Temple of Flowers.
Xiao Chunyan said that before the demolition, the Huashen Temple could barely accommodate people, and the corner could still provide shelter from wind and rain. So neither of us moved out of the Huashen Temple, as if we were waiting for the bricks and tiles to repair themselves. The main reason was that we had nowhere to go after we moved out.
But these days I don't go back much at night. Probably because I am doing a secret job. The peddler told me that this thing can only be sold door-to-door at night, preferably near brothels, and it will sell quickly and well.
? Facts have proved that the hawker does not deceive me. Some evils still need to be believed.
Of course, this is the reason why I would rather sacrifice my sleep to do this job. I wander around the brothel while working, and I can always rush into his piano room to show him to him at the moment of checkout.
That thing was wrapped tightly in oil-skinned paper, so wrapped that even I didn't know what I was selling. I only heard the peddler call it "Yan Chu".
I reckon it's a book, but I don't know why it is so popular among prostitutes.
But this is not important, the important thing is that I have a stable source of income every night, and I have a full twenty yuan, so I can't put it down myself.
The peddler told me that if a layman asks what it is, I have to say that it is something that can make a couple happy. Hearing what he said, I really wanted to buy one as a gift for Jing Xian, but I was as poor as I was, and because I didn't have enough money, my wish to make him happy naturally couldn't come true.
I hope to have the opportunity to realize it in the future.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but start thinking about the future between me and him. I had arranged our children to enter the school last time.
The night was as cold as water, my thoughts were wandering, I accidentally bumped into someone, and fell to the ground with an "ouch", and the book in my hand was also knocked over.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" I looked up and saw that the person who collided with me was an official, and hurriedly knelt on the ground to apologize. The peddler taught me that if you encounter an official when selling this thing, remember to stay low and be a small one.
In fact, he doesn't need to give more instructions on this point. After all, with my identity, I don't have the ability to conjure up special tricks in front of officials.
The official didn't seem to want to argue with me, or rather, he didn't even look at me, but just walked past me. But his steps were not big, and I watched his step as if he was about to step on my book, so I stretched out my hand to protect it.
In the end, there was nothing wrong with the book. Unfortunately, the five fingers on my right hand hurt so badly that none of them could move.
What is suffocating is that not only did my slender fingers not be pitied by the person who caused the accident, but they actually blocked the soles of the poor man's feet. Guessing that he was uncomfortable with the diaphragm, he turned his head and looked at me.
I also felt uncomfortable, and looked up at him. After a while, he stopped looking at me, and only moved his eyes down to the oiled paper books scattered around me.
Maybe it's because the joy of this book has overflowed the package, and it has successfully attracted the attention of the poor man. The poor man frowned, picked up a random book and opened it.
I didn't know why I was tied to the tiger bench in Dali Temple, and I listened to them discuss whether to beat me or charge me money.
Here I must first explain to myself: I am as poor as I am, my wages have not been settled tonight, and I have no money to buy them off.
In the years when I fought with dogs, I received many beatings, and in the years when I did not fight with dogs, I also received three times. This was the first time I was punished by an official. These five boards are roughly worth all the beatings I have suffered in the past thirteen years of my life.
They didn't show mercy to me because I was young, nor did they take pity on me because I was a girl. Probably because I am not a beautiful jade. Fortunately, I have long been accustomed to this virtue of the world.
Before tonight, I thought I was a little girl who resisted beatings. She never shed tears when she was beaten. Be brighter than anyone else.
It hurt so much, I took several breaths to keep the snot and saliva from falling down with tears.?, I don¡¯t care too much about how much money I earn, I just want to show you every day. I earn money just because I want to see you. I'm glad you treat me like a girl. "
"" He was silent.
I guess he must be speechless to me at this time, and I am also quite speechless. As a beggar, he actually told others that he didn't care how much money he earned. I know I'm not qualified to say that, so why should I.
Well, anyway, I still have the advantage of correcting mistakes when I know them. In order not to let him down on me, I raised my head and said to him humbly, "Well, next time I will ask how much wages other people get. Say it again."
"You" He hesitated to speak, and sighed while lowering his eyes.
When he raised his eyes again, he looked at me and smiled at me, his tone seemed helpless, "It's kind of cute."
If I'm not mistaken, he raised his eyebrows and smiled at me just now?
If I heard correctly, did he just praise me for being cute?
"Cute? Am I cute?" I pursed my lips and looked at him with wide eyes, "Why am I cute?" What he said, I can show this side in a targeted manner in the future.
"I can't think of how to say it for the time being. I owe you first, and I'll talk about it later." He smiled and turned his back to me, "Come up. I'll carry you back."
This reason has been owed to this day, and he still hasn't told me.
I have pondered his words over and over again for many years, and I have always thought about the reason why he owed me. I still want to know it ten years ago. Probably because this was one of the few sweet things I had in the years of chasing him. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com