Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 157 The Spark of Life

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After the sound of the piano stops, it's time to eat.

Su Qing smiled and accepted the broth served by the maid Zichai, and then left the camp and returned to the carriage tied outside the forest, and gave back this comfortable place to several women under the pretext of watching the wind.

It's just that the weather is sultry and hot, and the camp is airtight.A piece of bright purple and red is reflected in the sky for a long time, and it has been reluctant to enter the night.Therefore, the girls can only sit around the fire outside the camp to enjoy the cool and rest, so as to nourish their tired body and mind.

Facing the cool river wind, there is no need to be taboo at the dinner table with only women.It's just that Mrs. Xiang and Xiaomei Zhao don't think so, probably because of some reasons, no matter how simple the conditions are, they don't want to lose their only demeanor.

In this way, there was an indescribable sense of distance between the two people who did not know each other.The younger sister could only sit on the sidelines and be watched coldly by the other two.Even if Mrs. Xiang wanted to whisper to her little maidservant, she would cover her mouth lightly, for fear that "strangers" would see her.

This kind of meal made Zhao Xiaomei feel very tormented. At this moment, she actually hoped that the "thief" who had rescued her many times would come to save her again.

However, Su Qing did not come this time.He even stayed at the side of the carriage outside the deep forest all night. The reason may be that it has something to do with Mrs. Xiang.

"Perhaps, it's because this 'Mrs. Xiang' in front of me is so indifferent to me because she is angry with my young master?" Zhao Xiaomei tried to speculate on other people's malicious intentions with the purest heart, but the result naturally had little effect.Because the elegant and humble lady did not show any obvious hostility towards herself.

In the end, it was just Zhao Xiaomei who felt something in her heart.

The feeling of being dependent on others is not good. Zhao Xiaomei, who is used to being protected and accommodated by others, can only think of relying on a prodigal son?
The little girl thought to herself and laughed at herself: "At the end of the day, I'm just a young lady who even has a question whether I can survive alone. No matter how bold and outrageous ideas I have, it's hard to erase the imprint that has been deeply imprinted on my body and mind since birth." ’… is what is called, destiny.”

She didn't start this journey, maybe she was already in her boudoir, and she didn't have to fantasize about leaving her heart for that person and thinking about that person every day.Everything will follow the rules and go to the ending that others hope.

Zhao Xiaomei only ate some minced meat, as if she didn't want to eat too much other people's food, so she walked to the river and watched the dejected grass bathing in the river water, which matched her own reflection very well.

That dirty face, accompanied by the seemingly endless sunsets and sunsets, instantly made her youthful temperament much older.It used to be just a moment, but because of the emotional impact between illusion and reality, it became infinitely long.

A cry of grief and indignation that had been suppressed from the heart for a long time finally spewed out along with two lines of tender tears: "If the elder brother could listen to the persuasion of the younger sister, things would never end up in such a mess!"

When things are going well, remorse seldom appears on people's faces; when things are going well, such emotions tend to linger around them for a long time.

The little girl strolled along the river bank.I saw her weeping while wiping her tears, and gradually moved away from the camp.

And in the camp, that sad tune slowly sounded again.Looking from a distance, it turned out that it was Mrs. Xiang who was teaching Zichai, the maidservant, how to play the piano.Seeing this, Zhao Xiaomei found a flat stone by herself, sat by the river and stopped to listen to the music.

Surprised by the great friendship between the master and servant, and at the same time feeling sorry for herself, the little girl sat there so lonely, until the last ray of light in the sky covered the night and the sound of the piano completely disappeared, she had no intention of leaving .

I thought that the two women in the camp had fallen asleep one after another, but after returning there, I found out that the little maid, Zichai, was still roasting broth in a pottery bowl in front of the campfire.

This little maid looks to be about the same age as Zhao Xiaomei, but her temperament is relatively mature.There is really a purple hairpin inserted into her head, which is said to be a gift from her lady.Her hair was pulled neatly so that people could see her facial features clearly. Although it was not delicate, it would not embarrass people.On the contrary, it is the pair of eyes that are as clear as the little sister's, which can often make people unable to resist the temptation to confide their hearts to it.

The little maid, Zichai, saw that it was the lady from the Zhao family who came, so she got up quickly and asked her to sit next to her, and said: "Miss Zhao has been away for a while, and there is still some broth here, but are you hungry?"

As soon as the words fell, the little girl's stomach "gurgled" a few times, and then she ate and drank the broth unceremoniously, and soon filled her stomach.

With the help of the campfire, Zichai could clearly see the tear stains on the little girl's face, mixed with dirty mud and rotten grass.It is very curious that such a sad woman from a family has no time to take care of her appearance, so Zichai asked: "Miss Zhao, don't take it to heart, my lady just let Mr. Su scold her, and she is unwilling , just treated you like that. In fact, she very much hopes that you can take care of Mr. Su instead of her."

"No, no! I didn't think about it that much!" Zhao Xiaomei repeatedly denied, "I just looked like that because of other things..."

"Oh, it's about your brother, right?" Zichai replied, "Miss Zhao, don't worry, as long as it's something you think about, Mr. Su will definitely do it!"

"Ah? Why?"

"Because he likes you!" Zichai asked, "Could it be that, Miss Zhao, you didn't notice at all?"

"That's not..." The little girl said, "It's just that I don't know what kind of person he is, why would he like me?"

"It is said that when Mr. Su was drunk once, he told the reason!" Zichai said, "I'm afraid it's because Miss Zhao looks like Mr. Su's younger sister who passed away many years ago, so he treats you like this, right?"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Xiaomei suddenly realized, and replied: "No wonder, he treats me like my stupid brother, not like there is flirting between men and women."

"Actually, Mr. Su is no longer as romantic as the rumors in the world." Zichai said for the younger sister as if defending Su Qing: "Miss and I were saved by him...Miss She used to be a street geisha, she got a good piano, and she often accompanied people in taverns and inns. It’s just that the old father at home is weak and sick, and the money she earns is gradually not enough to support her life.”

"One day, my Young Master Xiang and Miss met by chance. Knowing their difficulties, they signed a contract and accepted her as a concubine to help her whole family. This matter was widely spread in the town. The two of them sang in harmony, just like the family of gods. Like a couple, I have had a good few years."

"Unexpectedly, in the days to come, Mr. Xiang was suffering from some kind of disease, and his body was exhausted day by day. The doctor said that only the rare thing 'Donghai Shenzhu' brought from the East China Sea as a medicine could bring him back to life. At that time, it was only God's will to trick people, Mr. Su just fell in love with this kind of treasure, so he planned to steal it during the transportation." Zichai drooped her eyelids, and recalled with a little regret: "Mr. Su didn't know that it was a life-saving medicine, and indirectly killed Mr. Xiang."

When Zhao Xiaomei heard this, she was so angry that she immediately said, "Su Qing is such an unrepentant bastard!"

"Miss Zhao, the story is not over yet!" Zichai continued: "Afterwards, Wang Ba, the local rich man in the town, took advantage of the fact that there was no one in the Xiang family, and took the opportunity to collude with the housekeeper and take over all the property. In fact, he just coveted Mrs. Xiang. It's been a long time, so I took the opportunity to recruit her to get started! Miss, she shed tears all day long, and almost cried to death at home!"

"Afterwards, in the wedding car to marry Wang Ba, I was the dowry maid who accompanied Miss. If Mr. Su hadn't arrived at that time, I really don't know what life will be like in the future."

"Su Qing saved you?" the younger sister asked.

"Mr. Su, he realized later that he knew that his trip had killed a whole family, so he went to rob the wedding car and humiliated Wang Ba!" Zichai seemed to be still in the scene of that day, with her hands After figuring out what Su Qing would do, she said again: "Then, miss, she knew that Mr. Su had killed her husband, but he rescued herself from the sea of ​​misery, so she felt that there was nothing she could do to repay her. In the end, because there was nowhere else in this world She stayed here and stayed with Mr. Su to work."

"That's why Su Qing said that he was sorry for Mrs. Xiang?" Zhao Xiaomei shook her head again and again, feeling sad about this story.

"At first Mr. Su thought that the 'Donghai Shenzhu' was a dispensable thing in the hands of rich people, so he wanted to steal it for his own plans, but he never expected that he would kill someone, so he felt very guilty. To this day, he is still bitter about it. Huai. That's why he often asked Miss to leave Yumantang to find a place for herself. After all, no matter how you say it there, it's not a real business, for fear of ruining Miss' title of "chaste and martyr."

After listening to the narration of the little maid Zichai, Zhao Xiaomei finally got a better understanding of Su Qing, and knew his personality of "thieves also have the way", so she said with emotion: "In this way, I have so many such powerful brothers. Isn't that a good thing?"

The two girls talked about the past stories with relish, until late at night, when the firewood burned out, they returned to the tent to rest.

(End of this chapter)