The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

  Chapter 1303 Carrying the coffin for her

   "I really seem to have seen you somewhere."

   "You look so familiar."

   "It's like, it's like I've seen it thousands of times. We must have a deep fate." The little girl was obviously timid, and at this moment she reached out and grabbed Jiang Huailu boldly.

  Lulu thought this was Lu Huaijiang’s acquaintance, who knew that she had come forward to talk to herself so enthusiastically?

  Lu Huaijiang's face turned black.

  Is this when he does not exist?

  Ming Lulu should be the one who has the deepest fate.

  Lu Huaijiang is very sad.

  Lulu looked at her eyebrows and seemed familiar.

  "I am an orphan. My family is in a deserted capital. A famine happened a few years ago and I was sold by my parents. I have been living in the capital. I also have no name. My family used to call Danier."

  "Later, I used a bun and changed the name at the blind fortune teller. He gave me a lottery and let me draw it myself. I named myself Xie Wangxun. You just call me Axun."

   "Axun..." Lu Huaijiang gave her a weird look suddenly.

  "Since you are an orphan now, it is better for me to take you in for the time being. I will only be responsible for your food and drink, and do what you do in the past."

  Lu Huaijiang spoke suddenly.

  Jiang Huailu was a little surprised. He has always been indifferent. This is the first time he has shown kindness.

  I’m afraid I’m really familiar.

  Na Axun shook his head: "Although I am only seven or eight years old, I also understand that there is no reward for doing nothing. If you don't dislike it, you can buy me to be a maid."

  Lu Huaijiang pondered for a moment: "Okay. But it only costs a couple of dollars to sell your body. Whenever you want to leave, you can leave."

  The little girl squatted her head in joy.

   is a fool and knows that he has met noble people now.

  "Then you go back and clean up, and you will come to Jiang's house to find me tomorrow."

  The little girl hurriedly cleaned up the broken bowl, and when she was in a hurry, a portrait fell out.

  The portrait has only one back, and the back looks like a man, thin and tall.

  The little girl's cheeks were a little red, and she tidied up the portrait: "This is something I painted without having to do. I have had the same dream since I was a child."

   "In my dream, there was a pair of eyes looking at me. He seemed to be wearing a blue shirt, and he often looked at me in tears. But I don't remember his face, only the back of this blue shirt."

   "He seems to be carrying me, carrying...a coffin. He is carrying the coffin for me."

  The little girl wept as she spoke.

  The little hand rubbed his cheek, very embarrassed.

  "Don't laugh at me, I, I, I cry when I talk about this dream. I don't know why. Probably...probably from my previous life?" The little girl casually said.

  She actually told many people about this dream.

  When she was just two or three years old, she seemed to remember more.

  But there are many girls and few boys in the family, and it coincides with the disaster year, so the family sold her.

  At that time, she was young, and she babbled all day long, thinking about and looking for something, like forcibly remembering something carved in her bones. But the family always felt that she was abnormal, and when they picked a child to sell, they picked her.

  As I grew older, I gradually forgot many things and began to blur.

  I just remember the man in the green shirt carrying the coffin for her.

   More coincidentally, I bought a name from the blind man and it turned out to be Ah Xun.

  This also allows her to retain a part of this dream.

   is like an arrangement of fate.

  "Axun, Axun, Axun..." I seem to have heard it before, Lulu muttered.

  (End of this chapter)