Big businessman and little fisherman

Chapter 1 Nightmare
Lu Xingge was just nine years old when he died.

Alluring beauty, not as good as cardamom.

The little girl has been pampered since she was born, and she was supposed to live her life smoothly and smoothly, but she never expected that she would be shot through the heart and die in the new year when she was just nine years old.

The Lu family in Dongyang County is a century-old family that has flourished and accumulated countless wealth.

The head of the Lu family, Lu Yuanshan, was known as Lu Bancheng in Dongyang County, also known as Lu Dashan.

The good reputation of the Lu family, started from his great-grandfather, has been accumulated for several generations until now it has reached its peak.

No one expected that good deeds may not be rewarded with good results.

In March of Yangchun, the color of the new peach pasted in front of the door is still bright, and the white snow in the wilderness has not yet melted.

The black night is like a curtain, covering the entire sky of Dongyang County.

Only the Lujiazhuang on the edge of Xiaoyun Mountain, the flames soared into the sky, and the scorching flames danced in the night, devouring countless lives.

puff...

The white arrow feathers pierced through the air with wet cold air, and the icy arrows danced with dazzling light under the light of the fire.The sharp arrow pierced through the chest, sending Lu Yangge flying upside down.

"Song..."

A shrill sound rang in his ears, which made Lu Yange's ears rumble.In an instant, her small body was protected into a firm and warm embrace.

The sharp arrow was still unstoppable, and it smoothly penetrated the golden necklace on his chest, and pierced Lu Xingge's heart.

pain……

The continuous pain spread from the heart, inch by inch.

The pain from the wound is far less than the severe pain in the chest, which is the panic and helplessness of losing something.

"Daddy..."

Lu Yange murmured subconsciously, she wanted to turn over, but she didn't. The thick quilt was pressing on her body, and she could only move her hands and feet slightly in vain.

The dilapidated and crude shacks are less than one person tall, and adults have to bend over to get in and out.

The place in the shack is not very big, there is only room for a wooden bed, a low table, a wooden pier to sit on, and nothing else.

The dilapidated wooden bed was placed against the wall, and a sickly child was sleeping on the bed.

The child was about eight or nine years old, and his small face was sallow and sallow as if he had applied ginger juice.Only the long and curled eyelashes fell down like a row of fans, casting a faint shadow on the eye socket.

People can't help but wonder what kind of eyes there will be under those thick eyelashes.

A thinner little girl was squatting beside the bed, holding a rag towel in her small dark hands, soaking it in the cold water in the wooden basin in front of her again and again, and then turning her head to gently wipe the forehead of the boy sleeping on the bed.

All this is a dream, right?
Lu Yange struggled to wake up from the dream. She still remembered that she went to visit the museum alone.

Why do you seem to be sleeping again now and can't wake up?
Lu Yange still remembered the situation in the exhibition hall. At that time, she happened to walk in front of an exhibit.

The exhibit is a golden wreath, the years have changed, and its burning youth cannot be concealed.The golden wreath is made of gold, with a safety lock the size of an adult's palm in the middle, with golden bead tassels on the bottom, and two large and round beads hanging on both sides.

Because it was so beautiful, Lu Yange couldn't help staying in place for a while longer.

The Ying Luo in the museum is almost exactly the same as the golden Ying Luo in the dream, which was pierced into her heart together with the arrow, and it looks exactly the same.

If you want to talk about the difference, it's probably because she looked down at the arrow on her chest, the real one didn't seem to be in a dream.

It is said that day and night dream, I must be dreaming.

Such a real dream made Lu Yangge feel scared.

Lu Yange tried hard to wake up from the dream, struggled suddenly, opened his mouth to shout, but first took a deep breath into his lungs.The cold air seemed to be wrapped in a handful of chili powder, and it rushed into her lungs, choking her into a heart-piercing cough.

The pain in her heart was connected to her throat, making her open her mouth uncontrollably, and with a wow, warm liquid flowed out from the corner of her mouth.

There was a voice in my ear, intermittent, with a strange accent.What's even more amazing is that she can understand.

"Mother, mother...my brother is vomiting blood."

"Master, hurry up, go and call Dr. Xie."

"Why are you vomiting blood? Isn't the medicine already taken?"

"I don't know... Please thank the doctor to go!" The woman's voice was full of inexplicable fear, and because of anxiety, her voice became sharp and worried.

"I'll go right away, don't panic, it may be congestion, just spit it out."

A series of voices sounded beside his ears, voices, exclamations, and running footsteps, shaking Lu Yange dizzily, tilting his head and vomiting out a mouthful of blood.

She wanted to speak, but her mouthpiece seemed to be stuck by something, and she couldn't open it no matter what, she could only make a wheezing sound like a broken bellows.

Before she could continue to work hard to wake up, Lu Yangge fell into a nightmare again.

This dream seems to be followed by the previous dream, and it seems to be reversed from the previous dream.

The fire light illuminated the black half of the sky, and through the light of the fire, a group of more than ten soldiers and horses could be vaguely seen rushing forward.

The leading black horse stepped on the snow with four hooves, and happened to land on the door plaque at the gate, and the horse's hooves crushed the flying "Lu" character on it.

The leading boy was no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing silver armor, and holding a pitch-black longbow in his hand. The black longbow was raised suddenly, as if piercing the darkened night.

The firelight shone on the youthful and handsome face, with a cold and resolute expression.

The bright red blood, the jumping flames, the neighing horses, those familiar figures who fell...

Countless voices were intertwined, and in Lu Yange's mind, only the figure of the young man in silver armor, bowing and shooting arrows was left in the firelight.

Did he try to shoot me?
The arrow before, the one that went straight to the heart, was he the one who shot it?

This man is so cruel!
Lu Yange thought.

……

The bitter medicinal juice was poured from Lu Yange's mouth, half of it went into his throat, and most of it flowed out.

The wet cloth fell on Lu Yange's face, wiping off the medicine juice left on her cheek bit by bit.

Lu Yangge frowned and turned her head, she didn't want to drink the medicine, the medicine was too bitter.

A pair of rough hands pressed her head from the top, someone opened her lips, and poured spoonfuls of bitter medicine down her throat.

Lu Yange wanted to struggle, but because of lack of strength, he could only thump a few times in vain.

A tear fell on her face, and a gentle female voice rang in her ear: "Bao'er, wake up, your father and mother are gone, you must be safe..."

Is this still a dream?
Lu Yangge thought to himself, I don't even have parents, let alone parents!
When she was born, she was abandoned at the gate of the orphanage.

It was the welfare home that raised her, and it was the dean's mother who loved her.

Even her name, she always thought it was chosen by the dean's mother, followed by the dean's mother's surname Lu, named Yange.

Later, she read a poem "The twilight shines on the Tianhe, and the phoenix, the crane, and the fluttering song".

Lu Yange thought that this was probably the origin of my name.

She took the book to ask the dean's mother, but the dean's mother just smiled and touched her head, and didn't say yes or no.

Lu Yange understood that her name might have been given by the person who abandoned her.

They even took her name, why not her?
(End of this chapter)