Her Heartless Evil Man

When the last touch of starlight disappeared in the sky, the sun slowly rose from the horizon, and ten thousand rays of glow rendered the arrival of a new day.

In the jungle, birds are chirping and a stream flows happily.

I sat on the hard stone and rubbed my clothes carefully with my green fingers. The faint reflection in the water was constantly dyed by the water splashed when patting my clothes. There were trees, flowers, grass and my faint face in the shadow.

A fish was wandering in the crevice, and the happy wagging of the fish's tail also brought me joy.

Looking at the fish, silently infected by its happiness, I forgot to wash the clothes, watched the fish slowly disappear in my sight, and then continued to look at the water and sigh at my face in the water.

My head hurts again in a trance. Who am I? Who the hell am I?

I don't know. I shake my head and try to press down a pain. Don't think, don't think, I just want a quiet in front of me.

But the more I escape, the more a cry lingers in my ears. It is the hoof cry of a little baby, the soft voice, who he is and why he has been crying in my psychedelic memory.

Reach out, grab a handful of water, sprinkle it on your face, and the pain and crying disappeared in an instant.

I don't know why I always have these hallucinations, but Luo Qingyang said that these are my life and I have to bear them.

What has my life gone through? Why can't I remember anything.

"Sister Yun, the master called you." a clear cry called my confused mind.

What's the matter with me? Recently, I often feel that the cry haunts me and makes me restless. I don't look back, but whispers, "no, he's meditating at this time."

Luo Qingyang will never call me so early. Practicing meditation has always been his morning class. He disdains to talk to me.

"Sister Yun, the master is really calling you." aro continued to play with her little wrist undaunted.

I don't believe it at all. I don't believe Luo Qingyang will call me.

"Look, the clothes ran away." aro suddenly shouted at me.

I tilted my head and looked down the stream. Sure enough, a dress floated in the water. It was Luo Qingyang's. I got up and flew obliquely across the water. At the moment when my clothes floated, a wet dress had been caught in my hand and smiled, "look, it's still there."

Arrow looked at the washed clothes in the wooden basin and said, "sister Yun, why do you get up so early? I just got up. Your clothes are full."

I sighed, "I can't sleep. Recently, I always have dreams. I dream of some strange things, and then I wake up with a start. I can't sleep anymore."

Aro looked at me incredulously, "how could this happen? Why didn't I ever dream of Lao Shizi? I always overslept and was scolded by my master."

I smiled, "what's good about that dream? In vain, I can't sleep well."

"Sister Yun, your clothes are so beautiful. Why have I never seen you wear them before?"

I looked down at my clothes and said with some embarrassment, "go, it's none of your business." that's not because Luo Qingyang said that I always wear the two old green clothes. He said that it's too old-fashioned. I don't know when I hid my clothes while I'm away. I didn't change one of my clothes for several days. I couldn't help smelling, I had to wear this pink dress he bought for me at the foot of the mountain. But I really can't say this to aro. I'm ashamed to even think about it.

"Oh, sister Yun, when interrupted by the running clothes, I almost forgot my business again."

I sat down, still washing the unfinished clothes in my hands, and said casually, "there's nothing serious. It's true to ask me to cut cakes for you."

"Hehe, sister Yun, I'm really greedy for what you said. But I'd better let go of the cake cutting first. Shifu, he's really looking for you." arrow seems a little anxious. I can't help laughing when I listen to her serious words.

"Sister Yun, if you don't go again, wait a minute, aro. I'll be scolded by the master again."

"Then tell me what it is."

"The master didn't say anything. He just had a picture in his hand. When he was looking at the picture, he was struck by me. So the master said to let me ask you to see him. He has something to tell you."

I listened to aro's words, but I didn't know what painting it was, which made Luo Qingyang so worried.

"Well, I'll see him immediately after I finish washing this dress." I said, speeding up the laundry and washing all the clothes in a moment.

Carrying a wooden basin, he walked slowly to the grass house in the mountain.

This time, Luo Qingyang really didn't meditate. He was writing something with his pen behind my back.

Gently knocked on the open door. Without looking back, he said, "yun'er, come in."

As if he had eyes on the back of his head, he could always guess whether it was me or aro. "Don't you have any paintings to show me?" I looked at the table, but there was no shadow of the paintings.

"Yun'er, copy a picture for me today."

I said, "OK."

Luo Qingyang shook his long sleeves and a painting was in his hands in the blink of an eye. I inadvertently saw that it was a landscape painting. In the ups and downs of the mountains, green trees were hidden. Looking at the flowers and plants near the painting, there were pieces of hard stones hidden in the grass. Only the painting seemed to be half painted, and a mountain was cut off by the waist.

I looked at the painting style. It was natural and handsome. I saw that it was made by everyone. "There is no problem for me to copy this painting, but I don't think I can draw the style of everyone at all." I'm just a little woman. How can I imitate the strong brush edge.

"Well, I'm not afraid. Just draw at will. No one in the mountain can draw except you." he didn't say. I also know that he was really not good at painting. He took a long piece of paper. "Just draw on this piece of paper. Just draw half of it, and the other half of the paper is only empty."

"OK, I'll try. I don't know when Qingyang wants it." although I wonder why half of the paper is empty, I still can't bear to say it. Qingyang always has his reason.

"Just one or two days. Can you finish painting tomorrow?" he looked at me and waited for my answer.

I took another look at the picture, then nodded and said, "yes, Qingyang, why is it so urgent?"

He didn't answer me, but asked softly, "do you feel more comfortable recently?"

I smiled and said, "your medicine pot is boiling every day. Of course, I'm well. I don't have any other discomfort except occasional headache."

"Oh, that's good. I'll take you down the mountain in a few days." after rolling up the paper and painting, Qingyang quietly handed it to me.

"Where are you going?" I took the painting and paper and held them in my arms. I don't know why. When Qingyang said that he went down the mountain, my heart panicked for no reason. I don't like places with many people. It seems that more people will make me panic and scare me.

"Go and do some things, and your headache. I'll always try to cure you." he looked at my eyes and said carefully.

I know his mind. He always thinks of me.

I often dragged his sleeve and forced him to tell me how I came to the mountains.

He didn't say it, but smiled. When I chased him, he said: it's because of fate.

That sentence always makes my face red.

Aro said that I was the one saved by Qingyang. When I came here, I was not formed. My skin was cracked and covered with blood. He told aro to boil medicine every day and open all my meridians day and night. Only when I recovered my life, my face was back and my bones were broken, but I was lucky to meet Qingyang, the miracle doctor of bat Medicine Valley, He reinvented me.

I can't remember what I was like in the past, and aro can't tell her clearly. She only remembers the terrible look of my flesh and blood.

I smiled and didn't ask her again.

How did I hurt, and what did my previous story look like? These are all mysteries. Qingyang said he didn't know anything. He just found me castrated in the valley where he collected herbs.

He protected me all the way to his bat valley through his true Qi.

I often sigh, lament my nothingness, my name and my past, which make me afraid to survive in this world. Fortunately, I opened my eyes. At the first sight, I recognized that he was my dependence and my relatives.

Aro called him master, but how old is he? It looks like he's only a few years older than me.

He taught me martial arts and medicine, so I began to learn it seriously. Learning martial arts is for fitness. Learning medicine is for my weak body. I haven't been completely good. Only when I know those medical theories can I experience my pain and pain. If I can, I can be independent, and I won't let Qingyang work hard day and night for me.

I have lived in this mountain for five years. I haven't seen anyone else except Qingyang and aro.

But in my dreams, I often dream of a baby's cry. The cry is so clear and pitiful that every time I dream back to my pillow, there is a clear tear. And in front of the bed, the arm that always wipes sweat and tears for me is shaking gently.

At that time, I was always shy and always wanted to escape him, but he said that I was the person he had reshaped. Every inch of my body passed his hand. I really didn't have to be shy about his actions. I knew that Qingyang never regarded me as a woman.

Qingyang said that when I was talking in my dream, my mouth was always shouting "cloud" and "cloud", so he gave me a temporary name called Qingyun.

I said, your name is Luo Qingyang, so I'm also Luo. I'll be his sister.