Qingben beauty

Chapter 11 My name is Qing
When I opened my eyes again, what I saw was a stone tile roof.

At that time, I seemed to have a very long but short dream. In the dream, I was burned by fire and frozen by ice, and the surrounding was pitch black. Even if I shouted loudly, no one responded to me, so I just Running desperately, running desperately, running desperately, ended up falling into a huge current.

The water covered my head, my mouth and nose, I couldn't breathe, and I opened my eyes in shock.

Looking at the stone tile roof, I gasped, my mind went blank, and after a long time, I realized that it was a stone tile roof!
Me, in a house with a tiled roof!

"Are you awake? Come, drink some water." A deep, old voice sounded from the side, and then, an arm stretched out and supported my head.

I turned my head and looked blankly.

It was an old man who was at least sixty years old, and the top of his head was bald, but the remaining strands of snow-white hair were neatly combed.

His face was also full of wrinkles, his eyes were sunken, and he was thin, but with a strange warmth.

I recognize him.

In this city, there are tall buildings and mansions, hundreds of years old houses, and alleys with narrow buildings. In the gaps between some streets and alleys, there will be some simple houses made of thin wood boards and stone tiles. .

These simple houses are hot in summer and cold in winter, but they are still a fixed house, and the people who live in them have no money, and some homeless people live in this kind of place.

For me, those high-rise buildings are too far away, as long as there is a bed that I can sleep in such a place, I am content.

And at the end of the street near my small shed, there is such a simple house with an area of ​​less than [-] square meters. The outside is neatly tidied up, and there are several pots of roses in the corner of the house.

Every time I walk by, I can't help but take a look.

And this old man lived in that simple house.

"Drink some water." The old man said again softly, and handed the water glass to my mouth.

I didn't care about thinking about anything else, I opened my mouth, and drank a few gulps.

"Slow down, slow down." The old man took the water glass away, frowned slightly and said, "Don't worry, be careful of choking."

I coughed twice, and after glancing at him, I touched the wooden board under my body, then sat up suddenly, and subconsciously shrank back a bit.

The old man smiled, handed the cup to me and said, "You are in good health, and you still seem to have some strength. Come, drink some water and some porridge."

Porridge?
My eyes lit up for a moment, and then I felt something was wrong.

Seeing my expression, the old man smiled and shook his head and said, "You child, why are you so on guard? If I really have bad intentions, you can do anything when you faint on the street."

I blinked.

Well, although I still have doubts in my heart, but no matter what, there can be nothing worse.

I lowered my head, imitated Lu Lu and finished drinking the glass of water, then handed the glass to the old man, imitating what Lu Lu said: "Thank you."

I remember when Lulu said this to me for the first time, I still didn’t understand the meaning of these three words. Lulu said, this is the meaning of thanks, and you have to say this when someone helps you.

It's called being polite.

When Lulu said that to me very carefully with that pleasant tone and voice, it really didn't look like a five-year-old child, and I deeply remembered these three words.

And, now I mean it with all my heart.

No matter what the old man thinks, he saved me, gave me water to drink, and will give me porridge to eat, so I am very, very grateful to him.

Thank him from the bottom of my heart!
The corners of the old man's eyes twitched, and the smile on his face deepened. He got up and said, "You are sensible, who are you? Where are your parents? I think you have lived in the wasteland over there for some time, have you not Home?"

I watched him turn to a small table with several rice bowls and plates on it, one of which looked like white rice porridge.

My nose should be blocked, and I didn't smell any fragrance, but this didn't prevent me from seeing the porridge, and I had no other thoughts in my head, and said in my mouth: "I don't have a home. I died, my master sold me, and that man bullied me, so I ran out."

The old man paused for a moment, then picked up the bowl of porridge, turned around and walked to the bed and handed it to me, and asked, "I see you were with some children before, why aren't you with them now? "

I took the bowl of porridge, didn't care to listen to what he had to say, and drank a few big gulps.

The porridge still has a warm temperature, which is the best time to eat it, sliding down the throat, with warmth and sweetness.

Unconsciously, I squinted my eyes and licked my lower lip in enjoyment.

The old man let out a light cough.

I quickly put away the expression on my face. Fortunately, I have always had good ears. Even if I didn't pay attention, I heard what he said, and said quickly: "I don't want to be a thief."

I remember that not long after my father left, once my stepmother accused me of beating my younger brother, and my grandmother punished me not to eat. At night, I was so hungry that I went to the kitchen to get something to eat, and my father beat me.

While beating and calling me a thief.

I knew right away that being a thief is not good. A thief is what I said to be struck by lightning, and if he dies, he will be burned by fire.

Whatever you do, you can't be a thief.

Other people's things are other people's, and I will not steal even if I starve to death.

There was a strange look on the old man's face. Later, I learned more about things, and I knew that it was pity plus comfort, but I didn't know it at that time.

Seeing his expression, I was a little scared, and quickly said: "Grandpa, I can do things, I have strength, and I can help you do many things, as long as..."

"Okay, okay, don't be afraid." The old man stretched out his hand and touched my head, and said with a smile: "I am also a lonely old man, if you don't dislike my shabby place, you can stay here. If you have a bite to eat, you will never be hungry."

I stared at him blankly, not believing my ears.

"Stupid child, what's your name?" The old man touched my head again, asked a question, and then smiled: "Ah, look at me, before asking someone's name, you must give your name first. My surname is Gu. My name is Gu Mingyuan, how about you?"

My eye sockets were a bit astringent and painful, I sniffed and said in a hoarse voice: "My name is Niu, but my father's surname is also Gu."

I don't know the names of my grandparents and father, but people in the village always call our family the Gu family, so I know that my surname is Gu.

"Really? That's fate, you can just treat me as your grandfather." Gu Mingyuan said with a smile: "Nu is a nickname, right? So, look, now that the rain has stopped, the color of the sky is beautiful, right?"

As he spoke, he moved away from his body.

Behind him is the door, which is open, and a clear sky can be seen outside.

After the heavy rain, the sky is clean without any variegated colors.

"Qing, this is cyan, the cleanest sky, the cleanest color, girl, from now on, you will be called Gu Qing."

(End of this chapter)