Master always wants to tear down my umbrella

Immortal Bone Soars, The Ghost Girl's Lonely Soul (1)

"It's a pity that Mrs. Liu is such a good person."

"Yeah, it's really pitiful. If it weren't for this evil star, it wouldn't be like this."

"Yes, she should have been burned years ago."

"Back when she was just born, didn't a fortune teller say that she was born with evil spirits, and that she would overcome her father and mother when she grew up. Why didn't she just give her something at that time, and she is still alive?"

"It's not because of her mother, she has to keep everything she says. It's all over now, it hurts others and hurts myself."

"Catastrophe!"

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In the simple mourning hall, there is a seven or eight-year-old girl kneeling.

People who came in and out subconsciously walked around her.Everyone who passed by couldn't help but glance at her while talking privately with the people around her.

It was a discussion, but the voice was not low, on the contrary, it seemed to be deliberately speaking for her.

The girl lowered her head, and there were two lines of tears on her face.

Kneeling in front of the spiritual tablet, he burned the paper money in his hand expressionlessly.

"The village chief is here, the village chief is here! Everyone give way!"

There was a commotion outside the mourning hall, the girl turned around, and an old man with a cane staggered in, surrounded by fellow villagers.

The old man walked to the spiritual table, first burned a stick of incense for the deceased, and then walked in front of the girl.

The old man bent down and stuffed a beautiful purse for her, "Little Luoer, your parents are late, and now this Aunt Liu is gone too. You know what's going on in the village, it's not that the village head and grandpa are cruel, really It’s our small village that can’t keep you. Let’s regard this as the village chief’s grandpa who can help you in the end.”

The little girl raised her head and stared blankly at the person in front of her, neither speaking nor moving.

The old village chief was unsure of her attitude for a while, and the surrounding villagers started to make noise again.

"Village chief, tell her what to do so much, just drive her out."

"She is a evil star, a disaster star, a broom star, full of bad luck. If she doesn't leave, sooner or later everyone in our village will be killed by her!"

"That's right, drive her out!"

"Get out! Get out!"

The old village head was very embarrassed, he looked at everyone and then turned to look at the little girl, "Xiao Luoer, look at this..."

The girl looked at the people in the mourning hall, lowered her head and burned two pieces of yellow paper, and finally spoke in a low voice, full of humility, "I just want to give Grandma Liu a day of filial piety."

"No! If you stay here for one more day, we will be in more danger!"

"That's right! You killed Aunt Liu, why are you so hypocritical about being filial!"

"Let's go, it's harmful to keep it."

……

The yellow paper in the girl's hand was crumpled by her, and people's indifferent and heartless chasing sounds filled her ears.

She looked up, looked at the old village head, and put all the yellow paper into the burning basin.

Slowly stood up and walked to the front of the spiritual seat.

With a plop, she knelt down and kowtowed three times, "Grandma Liu...I'm sorry..."

I'm sorry, it was Xiao Luoer who hurt you.

I'm sorry, it's Xiao Luoer who got you in trouble.

I'm sorry, little Luo'er can't even try to be filial to you for a day.

I'm sorry, little Luoer can no longer guard you.

sorry……

Also, thank you.

Thank you for adopting little Luo Er for three years.

After worshiping, she turned around again and kowtowed to all the people in the mourning hall, "I'm sorry everyone, I'm the one who has troubled you."

After praying, she got up, put on a linen mourning dress, and left without looking back.

In the mourning hall behind him, the old village chief looked at the purse on the ground and shook his head helplessly.

It's all about fate.

Little Luo'er walked aimlessly, and she didn't take the purse that the village chief gave her.

When she was young, when she was just born, a fortune teller said that she was born with evil spirits, that she could overcome the fate of her father and mother, and that everyone who was close to her would die.

At the full moon, her father died.

Misfooted, hunting fell down the hill.

Even if she died in an accident, the villagers still felt that it was her, a baby who was just one month old, who killed her father.

It's a pity that she, who is still in her infancy, doesn't understand anything.

Growing up slowly until the age of three.

Gradually, I realized that people in the village avoided their house.

Her mother always sighed every time she saw her, and even her brother avoided her as much as he could.

Then, one day when she was three years old, her brother died too.

He went fishing with others, and all the people in the boat fell into the water, but his brother, the best swimmer in the whole boat, drowned.

People in the village ran to her door with torches, threatening to burn her to death, saying that she was the reincarnation of a broom star and was full of bad luck.

The little girl who was only three years old tremblingly hid behind her mother, poking her head out and looking at the people outside in puzzlement.

It's so late, what are they doing here?

Hold a torch and say who will be burned to death?

Who is to be burned?

Why are they so fierce?

Her mother cried and knelt on the ground, holding her in her arms, and promised repeatedly that she would move out of the village.

Ask them to let go of her only three-year-old daughter.

That night, Mother took her to pack up her things and moved out of the village.

Fortunately, the old village head thought that they were orphans and widows, so he gave them some money.

The mother took her and built a thatched house at the foot of the mountain. There is a vegetable garden behind the house, which can be self-sufficient.

In this way, another two years passed.

Her mother couldn't hold it anymore either.

The doctor said it was overwork.

Aunt Liu from the village used to visit them often.

Aunt Liu was widowed in her early years, and she had no children. She was a widowed old woman.

Their orphans and widows were kicked out. Every time Aunt Liu went to the market and passed their thatched cottage, she would come to see them and help if she could.

Mother is gone, her last relative in this world is gone.

She became a real orphan.

Aunt Liu said she would adopt her, and took her back to the village.

But when the people in the village knew that her mother was also dead, they refused to let her enter the village.

Aunt Liu never believed in these superstitious words, and she was determined to adopt her.The villagers refused to let her into the village, so she simply moved out.

Time flies, another three years.

Aunt Liu, who has always been in good health, has been deteriorating since adopting her.

After being bedridden for a year, I finally couldn't hold on and left.

The only person in the world who was willing to take her in regardless of her background also left.

Little Luoer walked by the river, lowered her head, recalling what her mother had said before the hospital bed.

"Luoer, you were born by my mother in October, and you are a piece of my body. No matter what others say about your fate and unknown life experience, you are still my mother's daughter. But now, mother I can't stop. You have to remember that this world is unfair to you, but you can't hate him. Everyone has a destiny determined by himself, and this is your destiny. But you can't accept your destiny, you have to live, be good Live on, live for this unfair God."

Little Luoer squatted by the river, looking at the sparkling water.

She seemed to stop crying.

She felt very sad, but she seemed unable to cry.

The words Aunt Liu said when she took her out of the village were still vaguely echoing in her ears.

At that time, Aunt Liu was holding her hand, standing at the entrance of the village, pointing to the villagers who were about to drive them away, "Luoer, remember this group of people, remember their faces, each one is greedy for life and afraid of death. Superstitious faces. The owners of these faces are cold-blooded and ruthless. You can hate them, they deserve it. But you have to remember, the more they want you to live a bad life, the more you have to show them a good life. "

At that time, she didn't understand and was confused.

Now, she wants to ask them.

At the beginning, why didn't you tell me, how should I live?

Alive, they all kept her alive.

But she didn't know how she should live.

Mother, Grandma Liu, it is really tiring to live.

Along the Linjiang River, I walked all the way. I don't know how long I walked, but it was dark.

An eight-year-old girl was walking on a dark mountain road.

Anyway, I'm alone now, so there's nothing to be afraid of.

she thought so.

He was still wearing white linen mourning clothes, and the temperature in the mountains dropped sharply at night, so he felt a little cold at this time.

The girl wrapped herself tightly in the thin mourning dress and shrank her neck.

I walked too much on the mountain road, and the straw sandals on my feet were broken.

The white and tender little toes were exposed, with a little bloodshot.

She lowered her head, moved her toes, and asked herself, does it hurt?

It doesn't hurt.

It seems that I can't feel it anymore.

This state lasted for two days.

She didn't know how far she had come, only that she was tired and hungry.

She looked up, the sun in the sky was very bright.

The sun was warm, but it didn't shine into her heart at all.

An inch of land in my heart is ice cold and devastated.

Before she fainted, she was thinking, is she finally going to die?

In front of the thatched hut, a little girl fell down, her face was pale and her lips were chapped.

dying.

At least, Ying Zhiqing thinks so.

A 15-year-old boy came back from hunting and found a girl lying in front of his house.

Curiously, he squatted down and leaned over to look at her, holding a pheasant in his hand.

Although the little doll looks miserable, it should look pretty good, just like this, it looks like it is dying, as if it hasn't eaten for a few days.

He turned his head, glanced at the pheasant in his hand, and then at the person in front of him, muttering, "You are lucky to meet me."

When the girl woke up again, she was in a room on a bamboo couch.

The old and dirty mourning clothes on her body were gone, and what she was wearing now was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen since she was born.

She got off the bed, because she hadn't eaten for several days, her whole body was weak and limp.

As soon as the two feet hit the ground, one failed to stand firmly, and fell straight to the ground.

The loud noise startled the people outside.

The young man pushed the door open, saw her falling on the ground, walked over quickly, and helped her up, "Yo, you are awake, I thought you were going to sleep to death."

The girl sat back on the bed, looked at the good-looking brother with delicate features in front of her, and was a little taken aback, "Who are you?"

"Me? I'm your savior." The young man looked at him in high spirits, patting his chest and looking at him, and his smile was very pretty.

Warm, like the sun in the sky.

No, it was warmer than the sun, and it shone into her heart.

The boy looked at her, smiled and reached out to touch her head, messing up her long hair, "Lie down first and don't get out of bed, I'll get you something to eat, and we'll talk when you're full."

The girl stared blankly at his smile and nodded.

The boy went out, and after a while, he came in with a big bowl of fragrant chicken soup, and put it beside the bed, "This is the wild pheasant I went to hunt early this morning. You are lucky. But I see your appearance It seems like I haven't eaten for a long time, you should drink the soup first, and eat meat later, I left you a chicken leg in the pot."

A bowl of chicken soup was steaming, and the aroma didn't make her feel hungry.

Instead, let her cry.

"Oh, what's the matter? Don't cry, I don't like to see other people cry. You girls are troublesome." The boy was a little flustered, trying to wipe her tears, but the tears covered his face.

The girl stretched out her hand numbly, and her cold fingertips touched her cheek, which felt moist.

She looked at the water on her fingertips, her face full of doubts, "Am I crying?"

She thought that she would not cry anymore.

she thought...

Tears flowed down, and I couldn't hold it back anymore.

Tears rushed out of her eyes like a dike had been broken.

The girl was sitting on the bed, crying loudly.

In front of the bed, a teenager looked sad, looking at the crying man in front of him, his face was full of helplessness, panic, and at a loss.

Isn't it just a bowl of chicken soup, can't you be so moved?

He thought so.

The author has something to say: Sorry everyone, I am late.

To be honest, writing this chapter made me a little uncomfortable, and I finally finished writing it now.Let's put it up first, and we'll talk about the revision later.

I also found some problems while writing, and changed an age problem in Chapter 4.Related to this chapter, in their first life, when the little apprentice met the old god, they were five years old (the original age) and changed to eight years old (after the change).

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