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Immortal Bone Soars, The Ghost Girl's Lonely Soul (2)

Little Luoer cried for a long time until the bowl of chicken soup was cold.

The boy frowned, and wandered around for a long time. He didn't know how to persuade a girl not to cry, so he could only wander around like this, and didn't leave, just crying with her here.

Gradually, the crying became quieter, perhaps because I was tired from crying.

The young man picked up the bowl and shook his head regretfully, "It's a pity that this bowl of soup is cold, I'll go and warm it up for you." Before leaving, he looked at this with a puzzled look and couldn't restrain himself from crying. The little girl said, "Isn't it just a bowl of chicken soup, are you so moved?"

The girl wiped her tears with sobs, and a large area of ​​her sleeves was soaked.Her voice became hoarse from crying for a long time, and she said, "Thank you."

The boy blushed a little, didn't speak, and went out with the bowl.

After crying, she suddenly felt a lot lighter.

Sure enough, unhappiness piled up in her heart would make her feel heavy.

Now, she cried out all her unhappiness, so she didn't feel so heavy.

But she looked at the door, thinking of her lonely life again, and frowned.

This good-looking brother is so kind, she shouldn't have stayed here, she shouldn't have hurt him, and after eating something, thank him and leave.

she thought so.

When the boy came in again with a bowl of chicken soup, little Luoer had already washed up, "I see there is a basin of water here, so I just want to wash my face..."

"It's just washing your face, it's okay. Come and sit down, eat first." The young man was a little dazed, thinking to himself, she really is a pretty girl.

It turned out that the disheveled, disheveled hair and mourning attire were really difficult to see.

But looking at her appearance, he instinctively felt that if she took care of it, she should be a very good-looking girl.

Well, it really looks good.

Xiao Luoer walked to the table and sat down, holding a bowl of soup, her heart was still warm and moved.

The young man looked at her expression and hurriedly shouted: "Don't be moved to cry anymore, I hate to see others cry in front of me, especially girls, trouble." He opened his eyes and didn't look at her, but his actions and words were still full of concern.

He said: "You finish the soup first, and drink it slowly. For those of you who haven't eaten for a long time, you can't eat a lot at once, which is not good. You should drink the soup first to warm your stomach, and then eat the chicken drumsticks." "

Little Luoer nodded and smiled happily, "Thank you brother."

The boy looked fascinated and thought, this girl is really pretty when she smiles.

He coughed in embarrassment, changed the subject to hide his guilty conscience, "By the way, what's your name, why did you pass out at my door?"

"My name is Luo Er."

"Luo'er? Surname Luo, name'er?" The young man was a little surprised, this name is too casual.

The girl shook her head, "I don't know. My father's surname is Luo, but he left early. People in our village can only be named after the full moon. My mother always called me Xiao Luoer." But on the day of her full moon, his father gone.

"You mean, your father died before your full moon? Then your mother can't give you a proper name?"

"In our place, the name can only be taken by the father."

"It's really strange." The boy curled his lips and asked again: "Then why did you collapse in front of my house? You've been in a coma all day, I picked you up in the morning, and it's almost dark now. Where is your house? Won't your mother worry about you? How about I send you back later. "

When the bowl was brought to her mouth, Xiao Luoer was stunned. She put down the bowl and stared at the bowl of chicken soup in her hand, "Mother, I'm already gone."

The young man was slightly stunned, "I forgot, you were still wearing mourning clothes when you passed out, I'm sorry."

Xiao Luoer shook her head, "No, my mother passed away when I was five years old. I wear mourning clothes because of Grandma Liu who adopted me. But I, I couldn't keep my filial piety in front of her."

Seeing her expression, the young man seemed to be about to cry again, and hurriedly shouted, "You can bear it, don't cry. If you are really so sad, don't talk about it, I don't know you... Anyway, I'm sorry, let me mention you sad thing."

Xiao Luoer looked up at him, sniffed, but smiled instead, "It's okay, I just finished crying, and it's not hard anymore. I also want to talk to someone, brother willing to listen?"

The young man smiled, his eyes were gentle, "Okay, then you can tell. I am alone, and I haven't heard a story for a long time."

It wasn't until the sun went down that it was completely dark that she finished the story briefly.

The boy was very annoyed when he heard it. He looked at the girl and asked suddenly: "Are you just thinking about leaving after eating so you don't hurt me?"

Little Luoer was very surprised, "You, why -"

"How would I know?" The young man had a clear expression on his face, and he lifted his chin proudly, "I'm so smart, I can tell just by looking at you like that. Let me tell you, my wild pheasant is not for free. If you want to leave after eating, then I will definitely not agree."

"But I don't want to hurt you, you are a good person." Little Luo'er was very embarrassed, she had nowhere to go, she wanted to stay here, but she was afraid that she would hurt this kind brother.

"Let me tell you, your lonely life is useless to me. I am a person born with good luck, and I am very lucky." The boy began to talk to her about his good luck.

Xiao Luo'er was confused, although she didn't quite understand, she still felt that this brother was very powerful.

"So, you can live here with peace of mind. You see, you are an orphan without a father and no mother, and so am I. And you are still young, and I am at least 15 years old. The two of us can accompany each other, you Isn't there nowhere to go alone?" The young man looked at her with a smile, "You drank my wild pheasant soup, and I saved you. Did your mother teach you that you know how to be a man? report?"

Xiao Luoer nodded, although there were few people who were kind to them, but mother did say that if others treat you well, you have to learn to be grateful.

However, she didn't know that she had lost her whole life here by nodding her head.

The young man smiled happily, and that smile was filled with the pleasure of a small trick. He said: "Since you agreed, I will introduce myself to you again. My name is Ying Zhiqing. If you know it, you know it, Qingquan's Qing .”

The girl froze for a moment, a little puzzled.She said embarrassingly, "I, I can't read. Mother, you never taught me to read, and Grandma Liu is also illiterate."

"I can't read? That's easy, just wait for me." The young man ran to the desk beside him. The desk was complete with pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

Little Luoer walked over curiously, and saw him writing a few large characters on the white paper.

That word is so beautifully written.

There are not many people in the village who can read and write. Su Xiucai from the end of the village is the only one who can write well.Because he has studied and passed the examination as a scholar, he is the most educated person in the village.

But Xiao Luoer felt that this elder brother's handwriting was even more beautiful than that of Su Xiucai.

After Ying Zhiqing finished writing, she pulled her to him, pointed to the words on the paper and taught her to read, "You can remember these three words, this is my name, Ying, Zhi, Qing."

Little Luoer nodded, silently remembering these words in her heart.

She turned her head, and Ying Zhiqing was right behind her. She smiled and asked, "Brother Ah Qing, can you teach me how to write my name?"

She called out "Brother Ah Qing" sweetly, which made the hot-blooded boy blush, "Of course, of course."

He picked up the pen again and wrote three more characters on the paper, "Xiao, Luo, Er."

Xiao Luoer took the pen in his hand, followed his example, and wrote his name crookedly on the paper.

Ying Zhiqing stood aside, looked at her smile, and suddenly said: "Xiao Luoer, your name is too casual. Anyway, your parents are gone, do you mind if I give you a name?"

"A name?" She turned her head to look at Ying Zhiqing, and then looked down at her crooked handwriting on the paper, "Okay, what name does Brother Ah Qing want to name me?"

He said, "One word at a time."

Although she is only an eight-year-old child, when she smiles, it really has the meaning of overwhelming the country.

Her surname is Luo, one word for each.

Luo Qing.

*****

"Brother Ah Qing, you're back!" The boy came in through the door with two fish in his hand.A girl came out of the house in a beautiful dress.

Ying Zhiqing put the fish into the water tank, touched her head, and stared at the wooden hairpin on her head for a while.

"What's wrong?" The girl felt a little uneasy when she felt his gaze.

"Looks good, this hairpin is not bad, who has such a good craftsmanship. Especially when this hairpin is worn on our family's head, it looks even better."

"Pfft—" Luo Qing was amused by his two words, "You don't have to boast so much about yourself, don't be ashamed."

Ying Zhiqing didn't take it seriously, the young man's face was full of pride, "Isn't what I'm telling the truth? There's no way, it's just ingenuity, what can I do?"

"Okay, okay, you're amazing, you're dexterous, okay?" Luo Qing wore a hairpin on her head, which Ying Zhiqing made for her last night.

When her hair grows, she often pulls it up casually, tie a hair rope, tie it casually and it's done.

But Ying Zhiqing felt that her black hair was always tied up like this, very rustic, like a little village girl.

So I made a wooden hairpin for her, so that when she puts her hair up, she can add another hairpin to decorate it.

Looking at it now, it really looks good.

Luo Qing has lived here for three years, and she is already 11 years old.

The 11-year-old girl has grown a lot.

Ying Zhiqing handed her the package, "You have grown up recently, I don't think you can wear your previous clothes anymore. I went to the market today and bought you clothes. Do you like them?"

Three years have passed, and it should be known that Qing is already the year of the crown.

The 18-year-old boy is full of spirits, just the age of passion.

In the past, he never cared about Luo Qing changing clothes in front of him.

When she first came, he was the one who changed the mourning dress on her.

Moreover, there is only one bed in his place.

For the past three years, they have shared the same bed every day.

But recently, something is different.

In three years, the 11-year-old girl has grown up.

And he is already an adult man, and the book says that men and women cannot kiss each other.

Even if Ah Qing is still a minor, but she is a girl after all, he should still be responsible for her innocence.

After Luo Qing changed her clothes, it was a beautiful white gauze dress, which she had never worn before.

The boy stared blankly.

Luo Qing blushed a little when he saw him, and asked anxiously: "Brother Ah Qing, what's wrong with you? Don't I look good in this outfit?"

"Okay, it looks good." The boy's cheeks were slightly red, and his expression was flustered.

That's right, it's so pretty, like a fairy.

When Luo Qing smiled, there was a slight dimple, but at the moment it was like a whirlpool, which deeply attracted his gaze.

Ying Zhi straightened her expression, and pulled Luo Qing to sit beside her, "Ah Qing, I have something to tell you."

Luo Qing was at a loss.

He blushed, looked at her, opened and closed his mouth, hesitating.

"What do you want to say? Is there anything you are embarrassed to say to me?" Luo Qing liked the clothes on her body very much, and she was completely focused on them, and didn't pay much attention to Ying Zhiqing's staring eyes at her.

I only heard him say, "Ah Qing, I hope that when you grow up and become an adult, you can marry me."

She looked up, confused.After thinking about what he said, his face turned red.

He raised his hands and covered his face with his wide sleeves, "You, what are you talking about? I'm only 11 years old!"

Ying Zhiqing held her hand and pulled it down, revealing the girl's pretty face.

It was a serious expression that Luo Qing had never seen before, very serious, but her face was red.

He said: "I am a grown man now, I am 18 years old. But you are still young, you are still a girl. In the past three years, we have shared the same bed every day. You... I even changed your clothes and washed them. Bath, I have seen... I have seen... I have seen your body. For the sake of your innocence, I think I have to be responsible to you. "

As he said that, he asked her with some uncertainty, "Ah Qing, you, don't you like me?"

Luo Qing shook her head, her face was full of a girl's shy expression, "Hi, I like it."

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, with an unconcealable smile on his face.

She didn't know that her words of liking had become the bond between them for thousands of years in the future.

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