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The girl covered her burning face, and wanted to explain something, but the stepmother didn't give her this chance, pushed her down from the bench, and carried her precious daughter to the room distressedly: "Yanyan don't cry, Yanyan, be good!" , Mother will give Yanyan some candy, the bad sister will burn Yanyan, when your father comes back, mother will let your father beat her hard!"

The voice of the stepmother coaxing her younger sister patiently and gently could be heard clearly from the next room, and the girl sat slumped on the ground, tears streaming down her face silently.

I'm so envious, she's really envious.

My younger sister has a mother, and other children in the village also have mothers, but she doesn't.

Her mother didn't want her, and ran away with her younger brother when she was five years old, leaving her at home alone, facing the beatings and scolding of her own father, and the disgusting harsh treatment of her stepmother.

She grew up like a weed, and suffered all kinds of cold-eyed bullying, even her own father never loved her at all.

But why?Why doesn't my mother want her and my father doesn't love her?The girl couldn't figure it out, what did she do wrong, that the people around her wanted to treat her like this?
Tears were pouring down, but the girl did not dare to cry out, because once her stepmother heard her cry, she would only be beaten more violently.

She gritted her teeth and swallowed all the grievances and choked up in her stomach. Like every time before, she forced herself to endure it. She tightly held a jade pendant left by her dead grandmother around her neck. This action tells myself: It’s okay, people’s life will not only have hard times, as long as you persevere, you will definitely have a good day, even if you are alone.

As night fell, the villagers of Qifeng Village fell into a sound sleep after a day of hard work.

After drying the clothes, the girl quietly closed the door of the hut, and walked towards the back mountain alone in the thick night.

In the cave, the man was still waiting for her.It's just that the cave is too dark and the man is silent, so I don't know if he is dead or alive at the moment.She stepped forward to test the man's breath, breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was still alive, and asked softly, "Are you okay? I'm here to take you down the mountain."

The man heard the voice moving, opened his eyes with difficulty but couldn't see the person in front of him clearly, he could only tell from the voice that it was the girl who rescued him during the day, and said, "I can still hold on."

"That's fine, I'll take you down the mountain," the girl squatted down, helped the man up and put it on her shoulders, and helped him down the mountain by another road step by step.

The girl placed the man in an abandoned thatched hut at the back of the village, and fetched water without stopping to wash the man's wound with a weak candle.

Originally, according to the rule of incompatibility between men and women, girls are not willing to undress a man to treat his wounds, and helping him down from the mountain is already the maximum limit.But seeing that the man really couldn't move, she couldn't do it by herself.

After cleaning the wound, he gave the man the medicine he stole from home, and finally bandaged it.

After finishing these girls let out a long breath, sat on the bench next to the bed tiredly, took out two still warm buckwheat buns from her bosom and handed them to the man: "Eat as you go, our village is exclusive , I can only hide you in this uninhabited hut."

"Thank you, girl," the man stretched out his hand to take the steamed bun. At the moment of this movement, he saw a red and swollen palm mark on the girl's face in the dim light of the candle, and then saw the glaring bruise on the slender wrist that handed the steamed bun. , his expression changed: "The girl's face..."

"Huh?" The girl raised her hand blankly and touched her face, and reacted in a burst of burning pain, shook her head bitterly and smiled: "It's okay."

The man's amber pupils stared straight at the girl's melancholy face under the candlelight, and he bit the steamed bun and asked, "Did your parents beat you?"

The girl lowered her eyes, her slender eyelashes concealed the emotion in her eyes, and did not answer.

But the man understood, changed the subject and asked, "Dare to ask the girl's name?"

"Li Sangzhu, my grandma said that my life is short of wood, so she gave me this name."

"Li Sangzhu," the man read these three words softly, and finally smiled slightly: "Good name, do you know the city owner?"

Li Sangzhu shook his head: "Have you heard of it?"

"Then do you know the name of the city owner?"

This question was asked abruptly and strangely, Li Sangzhu was a little confused, but said honestly: "I don't know."

Hearing this, the man raised his eyebrows meaningfully: "My name is Ji Yang'an. Nansang Beiyang, you and I are really destined."

Li Sangzhu chuckled lightly, but did not answer.

Ji Yang'an didn't mind either. After eating the steamed buns in his hand, he looked at Li Sangzhu's red and swollen side face and asked, "Why do you dare to save me?"

"Because of the mayor."

Because of the city lord.

Ji Yangan didn't expect this answer. He thought that Li Sangzhu helped him to save him because of the heavy thanks he promised, so he asked, "Why did you save me because of the city lord? Didn't you say you don't know the city lord?" ?”

"I really don't know the city owner, but I know he is a good man."

"Oh? What do you say?"

Li Sangzhu raised his eyes, looked at the few dim stars in the dark night outside the window, and said slowly: "I have been trapped in this village since I was a child, and all kinds of heroic rumors and romantic affairs about the city lord have been told by others. I have never met him, nor heard of his name. I only know that when the city is full of famine, he will send people to our village to give porridge to the shed, bring many doctors to give us free consultation and medicine, and build a kindness hall to take in fleeing famine The displaced people will pray and chant scriptures for the people who died in natural disasters. Such a good city lord is the gospel of all the people in Chunhui City. You are his guard, so I will naturally save you."

Ji Yang'an has heard this kind of words from many people. Normally, he would only feel bored and tired, but today he heard it from Li Sangzhu's mouth, but it has a different taste.

He asked: "But isn't what you said all the responsibilities of being the lord of a city?"

"But there are very few people in this world who can truly recognize their responsibilities and fulfill them to the fullest. For ordinary people like us, it doesn't matter whether we should be responsible or not. The important thing is It means that life can be easier, that you can eat enough to wear warm clothes, and you can afford to see diseases and take medicines.

"And the city lord is the one who makes us live this kind of life."

Hearing these words, Ji Yangan looked at Li Sangzhu's eyes quietly changed, a smile that he didn't notice, and asked, "Have you ever read?"

Li Sangzhu shook his head: "I haven't read it, I just went to the school to eavesdrop on the teacher's lecture for a while, so I know some words."

There was undisguised appreciation and surprise in Ji Yang'an's eyes: "You can say such things without reading a book, Miss Li Sangzhu is really amazing."

"What's the big deal?" Li Sangzhu thought this was a bit funny: "This is just my personal experience and true thoughts. Besides, part of the reason why I saved you is for myself."