The Princess of the Fairy Phoenix Road

Chapter 533 Vicious Street Fighting!Chu Xinyi? (5)
Shi Rong's hands were shaking all the time, she tried hard to calm down and pick out the bones from the flesh and blood for him, but no matter how she forced herself, her fingers kept shaking like a sieve.

The man waited for a while, but he didn't wait for her to move. When he turned around, he saw a layer of water vapor in her eyes, staring at his wound with fear on her face, and she didn't know how to do it helplessly.

With a faint sigh in his heart, he raised his hand to hold her trembling fingertips, and took the medicine from her hand.

"I'll do it myself!" He poured the potion on the wound, and a fine layer of sweat rolled down his brow as he gritted his teeth.

Appropriate hurriedly took his sleeve to wipe him, and finally couldn't help his voice choked up and said: "Why do you want to do this? I'm fine!"

Fang's sword would not have killed her in the first place. If this sword stabbed her body, it would be better than having a thin literati body bear it.

Apart from the distorted expression on the man's face when he was enduring the pain, there was no other more special emotion. He sprinkled the medicine, and then cleaned the dirt from the wound with one hand. After the treatment was completed, he washed it again with water disinfect.

At this time, Shi Rong finally mustered up the courage, took the golden sore medicine and bandages and went to help him bandage the wound.

The man looked at the water vapor in her eyes that was forbearing but kept gathering, the color in her eyes changed complicatedly, he hesitated for a moment, but he stood up resolutely and said: "This time things failed, he will no longer trust you Now, while I can still hold the scene, you pack up and leave now."

He stood up and neatly closed his coat.

After hearing this, Shi Rong suddenly had a flash of panic in his eyes, almost subconsciously, he suddenly raised his hand and hugged his waist from behind.

"No!" At that moment, her tears rolled down almost logically, "Don't let me go, I know you have a way to resolve it, you don't ask me to be by your side, you just don't want to hurt me. I'm not afraid, what am I I'm not afraid, just please, don't let me go!"

"Xinyi—" the man closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by the trembling voice of the woman.

"Call me Shirong!" she said, with a strong and decisive tone.

"Why are you bothering?" The answer to her was nothing more than a heavier sigh from the man, "Anyway, they were once your family, and you knew that the end result of following me on this road would be terrible. What is it, do you really have to wait until one day to confront them with a knife?"

"I don't have a home anymore." The woman's voice mourned, and she interrupted his words loudly again. She hugged his waist tightly, as if she wanted to integrate her whole body and mind into his blood, "From you Dig me out of the pile of dead people, I have recognized you since you walked out of the bloody cemetery behind my back, and the place where you are is my home. As for the others, they are Life or death has nothing to do with me.”

Her face was leaning against his not particularly generous back, tears rolled down, soaking the thin clothes with scorching heat and imprinting on his skin.

"Here is my home!" said Shirong, her voice was trembling, the edge faded for a moment, and she fell on his back like a helpless little girl and cried bitterly.

Just like many years ago, the thin and small him climbed out of the pile of dead people with the thinner and smaller her on his back, and trudged forward step by step.

There was a strong, sickening smell of blood everywhere.

His gait was unsteady, and when he tripped over those messy corpses, he got up stubbornly, then pulled her onto his back, supported her with hands stained with someone's blood, and moved forward step by step. .

She cried so much at the beginning that her voice was hoarse and torn apart.

But lying on his thin back, she gradually seemed less wronged and less afraid. In the end, she miraculously fell asleep peacefully in this purgatory cemetery-like environment.

At that time, he was just a frail eight-year-old boy, his body was so thin that he would fall down if the wind blew, but his back became the cradle for her to welcome her newborn, making her feel inexplicably warm and secure.

That kind of feeling is something she has never experienced in the past five years in the so-called "home" where there are only conflicts of interests but no warmth of family affection. Insidious and scheming, her biological mother thought she was a daughter and always abandoned her. At a young age, she learned how to observe people's words and feelings, and lived in a corner under the cold eyes of those people, like an invisible person, but when the disaster came, she would also To be branded with the family name and to die together with those so-called "family members" who have enjoyed the family's shelter, prosperity and wealth.

Once she thought that was her life's destiny, but she was still alive, and was carried out of the dead by him who was also weak and helpless.

In the following four years, there was endless war outside, but in that dilapidated farmyard, she spent the most peaceful and happy time in her life.

Once, she thought they could live like that all the time, but——

On the day when the Chu family's army broke into the city, all fantasies and futures were shattered to nothing.

That day he hugged her and sat on the carriage away from the city. She looked back at the imperial capital that was burned by flames and shivered. Thinking that she was about to be abandoned again, he stood helplessly in the yard in despair, and then broke into the door in a panic, took her hand and ran away.

"Don't be afraid, Xinyi, I won't leave you behind!" He hugged her tightly with his still thin body, murmured comfortingly, "I will take you with me wherever I go, don't you cry!"

Tears finally burst out of her eyes at that moment, and she burst into tears.

No one knew that her whole life was supported by the hands of that frail young man, without him——

Who is she?
Even if the name Chu Xinyi hadn't been incinerated into ashes, it would have disappeared long ago in the hearts of those Chu family members who only strive for fame and fortune, without any recognition at all.

She followed him, even if she was in exile, she felt that it was the closest and most real happiness to her.

But until one day, when she woke up early in the morning, she couldn't find him anywhere.

Without warning, he just abandoned her like that.

She was nine years old, standing alone on a strange street, holding in her arms the money he left her enough to spend a lifetime, but the world was so big that she couldn't find it anywhere, and there was no one to rely on for her to open up the world for her. The shadow of a little boy in the wind and rain.

(End of this chapter)