Talented Young Lady

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a stone tile roof.

At that time, I seemed to have a long but short dream. In the dream, I was burned by fire and frozen by ice. There was a dark area around me. Even if I cried out, no one responded to me. So I ran as hard as I could. I ran as fast as I could. As a result, I fell into a huge current.

The water covered my head, my mouth and nose. I couldn't breathe. I opened my eyes in surprise.

Looking at that stone tile roof, I gasped, a blank in my head, after a long time, I found that it was a stone tile roof!

I, in a house with a stone roof!

"Are you awake? Come on, drink some water. " There was a deep old voice nearby, and then an arm stretched out to hold my head up.

I turned my head in a daze.

It was an old man of at least 60 years old. His head was bald, and the rest of his snow-white hair was neatly combed.

His face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were sunken and thin, but with a strange sense of warmth.

I know him.

In this city, there are high-rise buildings, buildings, hundreds of years old houses, and alleys of narrow buildings. In the gap between some streets, there will be some simple houses built with thin boards and stone tiles.

These simple houses are hot in summer and cold in winter. However, they are still fixed houses. The people who live in them have no money. Some tramps live in such places.

For me, those high-rise buildings are too far away, as long as there is a bed where I can sleep, I will be satisfied.

At the end of the street near my shed, there is such a simple house with an area of less than 20 square meters. The outside is neat and tidy, and there are several pots of roses in the corner of the house.

Every time I walk by, I can't help but take a look.

The old man lived in that simple house.

"Drink some water." Again, the old man gently handed the glass to his mouth.

I can't think of anything else. I opened my mouth and drank a few mouthfuls.

"Slow down, slow down." The old man took the water cup away, frowned slightly and said, "don't worry, be careful of choking."

I coughed twice. After a look at him, I touched the board under my body. Then I slipped and sat up. Subconsciously, I shrank back.

The old man laughed, handed me the cup and said, "you are in good health. It seems that you still have some strength. Come on, drink water and have some porridge."

Porridge?

My eyes lit up, and then I felt something was wrong.

Looking at my look, the old man laughed and shook his head and said, "you boy, what are you doing on guard? If I really have a bad heart, you can do anything when you faint in the street

I blinked.

Well, I'm still confused, but no matter what, it won't be worse.

I bowed my head and drank the cup of water like a deer and deer. Then I handed the cup to the old man, learning from the deer and deer saying, "thank you."

I remember the first time Lulu said this to me, I still didn't understand the meaning of these three words. Lulu said, this is to thank you. If others help you, you should say this.

It's called politeness.

Deer with that very nice tone and voice, is very careful to say to me, really not like a five-year-old child, also let me deeply remember these three words.

And now I really say that.

No matter what the old man thought, he saved me, gave me water to drink, and will give me porridge to eat. I am very, very grateful to him.

Thank him from the bottom of my heart!

The old man picked out the corner of his eyes, and the smile on his face became deeper. He stood up and said, "you are sensible. Who are you? What about parents? I think you've lived in that wasteland for some time. Don't you have a home? "

I watched him turn in the direction of a small table, on which were placed several rice bowls and dishes, one of which looked like rice porridge with white flowers.

My nose should be blocked, and I didn't smell any fragrance, but it didn't prevent me from seeing the porridge. There was no other thought in my head. I said, "I don't have a home. My parents are dead. My father sold me. The man bullied me and I ran out."

The old man's hand stopped for a moment, then he took up the bowl of porridge, turned to the bedside and handed it to me. He asked, "I think you were with some children. Why don't you stay with them now?"

I took over the bowl of porridge, did not care to listen to what he said, and drank a few mouthfuls.

Porridge also has a warm temperature, it is the best time to eat, sliding down the throat, with warmth and sweetness.

I squinted and licked my lower lip.

The old hair let out a light cough.I quickly put away the look on my face. Fortunately, my ears have always been good. Even if I didn't pay attention, I heard what he said and said, "I don't want to be a thief."

When my father and mother framed me for eating, I didn't allow myself to eat in the kitchen.

He called me a thief at the same time.

I knew that the thief is not good, the thief is said by the Lord to strike a thunderbolt, dead will be burned.

You can't be a thief.

Other people's things are other people's, even if I starve to death, I will not steal.

There was a strange look on the old man's face. Later, I knew more about it. I knew it was pity and relief, but I didn't know at that time.

Looking at his look, I was afraid and said, "grandfather, I can do things, I have strength, I can help you do a lot of things, as long as..."

"Well, well, don't be afraid." The old man put out his hand and touched my head. He said with a smile, "I am also a lonely old man. If you don't dislike the simplicity of my place, you can live here. If I have a bite to eat, I won't starve you."

I look at him stupidly, some do not believe their own ears.

"What's your name, silly boy?" The old man touched my head again, asked and then said with a smile: "ah, look at me. Before asking the name of a person, you should first give your name. My surname is Gu, and my name is Gu Mingyuan. What about you?"

My eye socket is a little astringent, some ache, took a nose, hoarse voice way: "my name is Niu, however, my father is also surnamed Gu."

I don't know the names of Ye Nai and Dad, but people in the village always call our family care. So, I know, my surname is Gu.

"Yes? That's fate. I'll be your grandfather Gu Mingyuan said with a smile, "Niu is a nickname? So, you see, now that the rain has stopped, is the color of the sky beautiful? "

As he spoke, he stepped aside.

Behind him was the door, which was open to see the clear sky outside.

After the rainstorm, the sky was clean and spotless.

"Green, this is cyan, the cleanest sky, the cleanest color. Girl, after you are called Gu Qing."