The waste bird throws down the gods

Chapter 30 He bowed his head and kissed her, and the years were quiet.

Once the ancient world woke up, as soon as this life had passed, when he woke up, he was already in a paradise, the ten miles of peach blossoms were extremely beautiful, and among the fallen flowers, he suddenly felt that there was no such quiet and peaceful place in the vicissitudes of life. time.

Under the peach blossom tree, there was a beautiful girl unconscious.He picked up a piece of wood casually, and severely frightened a snow wolf that rushed towards him.

"I should save her."

Gu Jie didn't remember who he was, and he didn't remember anything. Relying on instinct, he carried the girl on his back and walked into a cave step by step. He went outside to find water and herbs, and carefully washed and bandaged the girl's hands. Arm, the girl has a fever.

"Why is it so hot?"

He fetched countless amounts of water overnight, tore a piece from the brocade robe and applied it to her fair forehead.He kept watch all night and finally rescued the beautiful girl. The beautiful girl opened her big watery eyes. The ancient world saw the girl's beautiful eyes but there was no movement at all. The beautiful girl opened her eyes wide in surprise.

"Who are you? How did you grow up so beautifully?"

"Presumptuous, you girl, you are really rude."

"What's your name?"

"I don't know." The man thought about it, but felt nothing.

"My name is Qingqing, do I like you?"

"Presumptuous, how decent is the girl's family?"

From then on, girls in white clothes can be seen everywhere in Shili Taoyuan.

"Today, I threw away my servants and maids and came to play with you. Why do you live alone in the mountains?"

"You have to pay attention to safety." It was always a monotonous, ordinary, and stiff tone.

The girl was as happy as eating honey.

The eyes of the man in white are still, but the girl is chattering.

Qingqing is the third young lady of Zhang Yuan's family. The big family is very complicated.The Zhang family where Zhang Yuanwai lived was a scholarly family with a plaque given by the emperor. Zhang Yuanwai's first wife gave birth to the eldest son Zhang Mosheng, the eldest daughter Zhang Huanhuan, and the second daughter Zhang Lele.Zhang Yuanwai has a younger brother who has been an official outside for many years, and his eldest daughter Zhang Qingqing.The most famous person in the Zhang family is actually the old man, and the old man Zhang is a famous Confucian.Famous far and near, the skills of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are very profound.

On that day, Zhang Qingqing, Zhang Huanhuan and Zhang Lele went out to worship their ancestors, and they encountered robbers on the way. Zhang Huanhuan and Zhang Lele were picked up, but Zhang Qingqing was forced to run to Taohuayuan, so he happened to be rescued by the ancient world.

The man in white loves to paint and write, but those words are difficult for Zhang Qingqing, who has a rare talent, but they are indeed understandable for the well-known old man Zhang.

"Grandpa, what are these two characters?"

"Let the old man take a look, oh, these two characters are in the ancient seal script, read the ancient world."

"Grandpa, can you teach me how to learn seal script?"

I heard the voice of the little daughter's family being coquettish and coquettish.

"I have lived for more than [-] years, and have gone through wind and rain, but I didn't expect that my granddaughter Qingqing would be inferior to my granddaughter Qingqing alone! So what if I teach you?"

From then on, Qingqing began to practice calligraphy hard every day. Although the old man was in good health and loved her very much, sometimes fate always played tricks on her.

The third young lady of the Zhang family is named Fei Yang, and she looks like a delicate flower.Even the eldest and second misses of the Zhang family are a little unsatisfactory, but because the eldest is also more beautiful than Huajiao, the second miss is a bit of nothing in the period.

"Miss San, it's not good, it's not good." Yan Han, the maid, rushed in and splashed Qingqing's new splashed ink scroll, on which was Qingqing's newly written ancient world.

Qingqing was not yet angry, "Second madam fell ill, the old man passed out, and the second old man had an accident outside."

Like being thundered.

"What did you say?"

The second master who was an official outside was mistaken for a rich scholar on the way back to his hometown, and drowned in the moat.

So the local county magistrate sent someone to send a letter, asking the Zhang family to send someone to do an autopsy.

Hearing the death of this outstanding young son, the old man was in a coma, and the second wife of the Zhang family couldn't accept the fact, and fell into a coma.

Qingqing, no.

Qingqing thought that even if his father really died, he would have to go and have a look, to find out, to find out, and let him rest in peace.

Qingqing and Zhang Shirong, the elder of the Zhang family, said: "Uncle, Qingqing wishes to go alone and bring back his father."

"How can I do that, you are a daughter's family, and I can't delay because of busy work, and your mother is seriously ill." Zhang Shirong hurriedly obstructed it.

"There's nothing wrong with it. If I don't go, why should my father, your own younger brother, the second master of the Zhang family, and a good subject of His Majesty the Emperor's corpses be collected in the wilderness." The power erupting from the young girl is infinite. , All of a sudden, the noble aura caught everyone.

"I'll bring him back." Qingqing's brows finally showed warmth, extremely gentle.

It was too late to even say goodbye to the ancient world, and ink stains settled on the destroyed painting.

The spring river was smoky, the wind was blowing, and she rode on a white horse and long gown to find her father. Finally, she arrived at the place where her father died. The body covered with a white cloth was lying there, and two officials were guarding it.She dismounted in a little panic.

"Who is coming?"

"The deceased's own daughter."

She lifted the white cloth tremblingly, only to see the big hands that had gently touched her forehead curled up.

His face was ashen and pale.

Just by that hand, she could tell it was her father.When I was a child, I held my hands that were raised above my head, the hands that were braided for me, my father who wrote poems and articles for me, and my father who made origami cranes for me.

At that time, the old man passed away, and his father touched his head, took him to worship, and taught him how to fold ingots and burn yellow paper.Now my father is lying here coldly.

Qingqing was a little puzzled, how could this happen?She had thought about that hand many times. His sleeve was still embroidered stitch by stitch by her mother staying up all night under the lamplight.

She thought, don't shed tears, but be strong, and the tears fell down, she felt a little blocked, why did she just go in like this?

In that dark night, the sky began to rain heavily, and the girl who hid in the heavy rain and hugged the dead body cried unceasingly. In that desperate and lonely night, countless thorns grew out of the body of the girl kneeling on the ground, piercing the flesh , grew out, poked distressed, and then wrapped the body.

There is nothing terrible in this world anymore. Her father died, so she can only support the family alone.And where does she have a baby sister in swaddling?She must take good care of this little sister and the warm home in her father's memory.

(End of this chapter)