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Since Lian Junqiu can remember, he has lived in that blue sea and blue sky. The vast waves wash the coast, leaving behind many conch and shells, like stars in the sky.
Every time at this time, Jun Xin would take many servants to the beach to play. She wore gorgeous skirts and glittering pearl flowers, and she took back all the most beautiful shells. Lian Junqiu looked at herself, she was wearing dark exercise clothes all the year round, with two swords on her waist, she never had the time or thought to experience everything in front of her eyes.
At that time, she was only fourteen years old. During the youthful years of fourteen, she practiced martial arts every day as always, was busy helping her father with chores, and taking care of her mother who had been sick for a long time.
Although these are not actually her biological parents. But as an adopted daughter, she knew very well that without them, she might still be wandering on the street at this moment, or she would have passed away long ago.
But even such seemingly ordinary and monotonous days did not last long.
The birthday banquet in May and the bloody brocade box broke the tranquility of Seven Star Island. Lian Junqiu still remembers his father's expression at that time. He was so used to life and death that his hands trembled and his breathing stopped. She wanted to step forward to take a look at the brocade box, but her father pushed it away roughly. So she only saw three words written on the box in red: Lian Junchu.
This is the first time the young girl Lian Junqiu saw his name, she had never heard of it, so there was a younger brother in this world.
Later, her father led people to retrieve her younger brother who had lost both arms. Later, she stood on a high mound and watched her father hunched over and buried the brocade box in the cemetery on the island. Later, the mother, who had always been weak and sickly, was deeply concerned about Junchu's arrival. After crying for a long night for several days, she passed away, leaving only the hysterical Lian Junxin
Xiaojun only lived in Qixing Island for three months at the beginning.
He went from being violent and angry at the beginning to being stagnant in the end, but it only took a short ten days. Lian Junqiu often went to change his dressings with the famous doctor hired by her father. She was surprised that this seemingly thin and weak boy could endure severe pain without saying a word. Even Junqiu, who often suffers from trauma, dared not look at the injury on his severed arm, but he just gritted his teeth tightly and broke out in cold sweat from the pain, and he would never cry out.
Only after changing the medicine every time, when Xiaojun first lay on the bed, would Lian Junqiu catch the deep despair in his absent-minded eyes. He is only nine years old, but it seems that he has gone through thousands of calamities, and he no longer has any expectations for life.
Lian Junqiu tried to talk to him, but no matter how she asked, the boy pursed his lips and looked straight out of the window.
It was empty outside the window, nothing.
Lian Junqiu left the dark room after repeated inquiries to no avail. The sun was shining outside, but the house was deserted, with only the lingering smell of medicine. She walked out of the house, looked down, and saw a bush of roses climbing and growing in the corner. The little reddish flowers trembled slightly in the breeze, and the green branches and leaves fluctuated endlessly, just like scattered stars in the waves.
When she returned to the house again, Lian Junqiu had a young rose flower in her hand.
She leaned over, put the flowers beside Lian Junchu's pillow, and looked into his eyes quietly. His eyes were originally dark and round, but these days, they have gradually lost their luster and become hollow and lifeless.
"Smell it, it smells good." She squatted in front of the bed, holding the flower in one hand, and stroking the side of his neck with the other.
Lian Jun lowered his eyes at the beginning, his long and dense eyelashes covered his fair skin, he first endured the pain, turned his head, and then took a slight breath.
Lian Junqiu looked at his cheek, tentatively stretched out his hand to touch it, and smiled: "Wait a few days, can I take you out to see the flowers?"
Lian Jun raised his eyes hesitantly at the beginning, and then looked at the flowers in front of him. There was a burst of fragrance from the wind blowing outside the window, making him seem to have returned to the mountains. Before and after the thatched cottage, his mother planted many flowers and plants with her own hands He wanted to reach out and touch the flowers beside the pillow, but just thinking about it made his shoulders move. The wound on the severed arm throbbed painfully.
"I can't take it anymore" He suddenly sobbed and said, tears rolled down like broken beads, wetting the little rose.
Lian Junqiu wiped his tears with his sleeve embarrassingly, and he finally cried out after being silent all this time: "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore!"
"You can't take it, but you can look at it." While comforting him, Lian Junqiu raised the tearful rose and placed it gently in front of his eyes.
Because he had to help his father transcribe the account books and other documents, Lian Junqiu had no time to visit his younger brother for several days. When she was free to go again, she found that?
Lian Jun looked up at her at the beginning, with some disappointment in her eyes.
"The rivers and lakes are not peaceful recently, and my father told me to go back earlier." She supported his shoulders, and Lian Junchu lowered her head, poking the firewood with her feet.
Lian Junqiu looked up at the gloomy sky, and said: "It seems to be raining soon, I have to go. Rest early at night, don't always go to collect herbs, just tell me if you need money."
Lian Jun nodded at the beginning, she got up and went into the house to pack her things, while he stood under the eaves and watched her busy back.
When Lian Junqiu left, it was approaching dusk, and the sky was getting darker. When she walked out of the yard, she looked back at Lian Junchu. He was wearing the stone blue short jacket that she sewed by herself, and he stood quietly on the hillside. If you don't look at his figure, there is no doubt that there is nothing to criticize about his appearance.
While waving goodbye to him, Lian Junqiu thought silently in her heart: It's just that he has no hands, so perhaps no other girl will fall in love with him in this life, right?
The road down the mountain was very rough. When she was about to walk out of the depression, she saw someone entering the mountain on the opposite mountain road from afar. Looking at her body and clothes, she was a young woman. Lian Junqiu was in a hurry and left here in a hurry without taking a closer look.
At this time, Lian Junchu was walking towards the deep mountain with a bamboo basket on his back. The eldest sister always left him money and things, but he always relied on his own medicine to maintain his life.
The road into the mountain is a bit slippery, the mountain is shrouded in mist, the clouds are low-pressure, and the surroundings are silent, only the distant mountain springs are gurgling. Looking up, the sky is gray and blue, with occasional drops of rain. He once wanted to go back the same way, but thought that after returning, he was sitting alone under the eaves in a daze, so he went to the valley.
The drizzle in the mountains is dense, but he has long been accustomed to this cloudy and cloudy weather, and he still collects herbs as usual. The sky gradually darkened, and the valley where there was no one before seemed deeper and deeper. He carried the bamboo basket full of herbs on his shoulders and followed the original path back. The road was slightly muddy, and he would slip down the slope if he was not careful, but he still walked extremely steadily. Ten years of herb collecting career had already made him familiar with the plants and trees here, as well as the mountain terrain here. As long as he went down the last hillside, he would be in the peach grove leading to the small courtyard. At this time, the mountain wind came slowly, blowing off the little drops of rain on the branches, and sprinkled on his cheeks. He turned his face sideways, raised his shoulders and arms to wipe off the rain, but inadvertently saw a corner of his clothes exposed under the slope.
The light purple skirt and jacket, there seems to be someone falling
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Explain why I put a side story here
The first is that I have been too tired recently. I didn¡¯t even go out during the National Day holiday. I kept using my brain to write articles. After sitting for a long time, my legs were sore. Compared with the main text, the extra pages are about memories of the past. These plots existed in the conception a long time ago, so it is easier to write.
The second is because this content is not a continuation after the end, if it feels a bit inappropriate to put it at the end, so it is interrupted. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com