Jun Jiuling

Miss Jun actually didn't know why she was crying, but she just wanted to cry.

She didn't feel that the way of heaven was unfair, she just felt that Master was unfair.

Why is Master like this?

Master actually did such a thing?

Being so nice to others, but making fun of yourself?

Of course it's not resentment, it's just feeling aggrieved, but what's even more aggrieved in her heart is that she doesn't even know that Master is such a person.

She has followed Master for six years, but she doesn't seem to know him at all.

What's even more sad is that the person she didn't know is dead, and she will never see her again, and she will never know her again.

That kind of sadness submerged her instantly like a tide, a drowning that could not be struggled to escape.

That kind of sadness is thousands of times more sad than seeing Master's dead body.

The sadness is inexplicable and unreasonable.

She didn't think about the reason, she just wanted to cry like this.

She hasn't cried well, she hasn't cried since she was a child.

He fell from a tree, was punished by his father to kneel, and lost a tooth by stealing candy.

He left the capital with his master's arms in his arms, and was thrown into the dark wilderness.

Walking outside, eating and sleeping in the open, sleeping on the ground hurts all over, was bitten by insects, and snakes got into the trouser legs.

I saw my master die, I saw my parents die, I even watched myself die.

She didn't cry, and she hardly even had the emotion to cry.

Only that time when the chessboard lantern was cracked and lost 5,000 taels of silver during the Lantern Festival, she especially wanted to cry.

Checkerboard lanterns.

But it's because of him.

Now it's him again.

It's all him.

Miss Jun looked at the young man through her tearful eyes.

The man who looked up at the sky with an embarrassed expression was quietly backing away.

"Don't go," she yelled, and the man jumped on him again, grabbing the young man's arm again.

The young man groaned.

"What the hell are you doing?" he yelled, "You're not doing it for the money, or coveting my beauty, you..."

He paused here to react.

"You are for this person?" He asked, although he was asking, his eyes were already clear.

Miss Jun looked at him and nodded.

Can you tell me about him? How did you know him? when is it What did he say to you?

Countless questions welled up in her mind, but she didn't know how to ask them when they came to her lips.

"That person told you about your chess game? But he didn't tell you how to solve it?" The young man asked first.

Miss Jun nodded again, and the tears that had just welled up in her eyes were squeezed out.

The young man laughed dryly.

"I'm really innocent." He muttered, and then said with a calm face, "Miss, I'm sorry, I have nothing to tell you about this person. I only met him once, and it was a long time ago. You want If you look for him, I can't help you."

After he finished speaking, he saw the girl's face was even more sad.

Oops, I'm going to cry again.

He wailed in his heart, but this time the girl didn't cry, but with a bit of sadness.

"No, I'm not looking for him," she murmured.

He can no longer be found.

She just wanted to hear about Master and see Master in the eyes of others.

Although it seems meaningless, people don't always have to do meaningful things.

"In short, no matter the reason, I can't help you. I only had this relationship with him, and I just said these two or three words." The young man probably understood.

Master often sees the beginning but does not see the end. This is also very normal. Many people only meet Master once.

That's not surprising, Miss Jun nodded without saying a word.

Seeing her reasoning, the young man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Really, I don't even know what his name is, who does what, if it's not because of..." He said, raised his eyebrows and spread his hands, and suddenly paused at this point.

Miss Jun looked at him.

"Because there was something important to me that day, so I have a deep memory of that day, otherwise I wouldn't remember him." The young man said.

Because if you are deeply impressed by an event, you will remember more firmly the people and things involved when that event happened, which is normal.

But Miss Jun still saw a strange look flashing across his face, which seemed to be embarrassment.

It seemed that it was an embarrassment for him.

But it has nothing to do with Master, so it has nothing to do with her. She is not interested in caring about unforgettable things that happened to others.

"..Actually, I really don't remember. I've already forgotten about it. I only remembered it when I saw that lantern in Yangcheng." The young man continued, reaching out to pat his chest again, "I really didn't lie you."

Miss Jun hummed and lowered her gaze, and let go of his arm.

The whole body of the young man was relaxed.

"Miss, did that person lie to you?" He couldn't help laughing, he must have tricked the girl into taking that funny chess game as a rare treasure, "Don't worry about it, that guy doesn't look right at first sight." What a decent person."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You're not a decent person." Miss Jun cut him off, very dissatisfied, "If you don't know him, don't talk nonsense."

The young man pouted.

"That chess game... Even if the solution is weird, but it's still a very delicate chess game," Miss Jun said.

No matter how delicate it is, it's just a pig, the young man grinned, and hurriedly stopped it.

"Yes." He said solemnly.

Miss Jun glanced at him and said nothing, holding hands in a daze.

"Miss, although we are very coincidental, with you and the people you know, there are too many coincidences in this world." The young man tentatively said, "It's nothing unusual, so why don't we also meet Qingshan by chance? If I don't change the green water, I can leave, right?"

Hearing his nonsense, Miss Jun stretched out her hand and pressed her face, feeling that she had lost her composure too much today.

"What's your name?" She asked after thinking about it.

Perhaps Master has mentioned it.

The young man did not refuse to avoid it, and smiled heartily when he heard the words.

"A certain business doesn't change its name or sit and doesn't change its surname." He said, and punched Miss Jun, "Ling Jiu."

After he finished saying this, he didn't see the girl return the salute, sign up, or say "Young Master".

She looked at him with a strange expression on her face.

"Why are you called Ling Jiu?" she said.

The young man felt as if the mountain had collapsed again.

Why do you ask why?

It's fine to ask her why she is a second-hander before, but I have to ask why this time.

What the hell is going on? What did he say wrong?

Isn't this name a curse? He wailed inwardly.

Why is it endless.

Lei Zhonglian couldn't help but glance at Miss Jun.

If it is natural to say that the question about the second person was because I was scolded, then it is a bit unreasonable to ask why people are called this name now.

Of course, all fools know that the name given by this young man is definitely not his real name. How could he possibly give his real name when he met in the rivers and lakes?

So is she now questioning the fake name he gave?

It is a very simple truth that everyone knows that it is easy to see the truth without telling the truth, and to stay on the line when doing things so that we can meet each other in the future.

Miss Jun would know.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have forced the Yan family to bow their heads without giving in, and she wouldn't have easily accepted the Yan family's confession.

Or is it purely asking why he is called Ling Jiu?

What a person's name is, of course, for a reason.

For example, my name is Lei Zhonglian, because my ancestors were named Lei, Zhong is the highest in the ranking, and Lian is because my mother was picking lotus when I gave birth to him.

For example, someone whose name came across on the road, or saw a dog, or saw a cow, so they are called Gousheng, or Da Niu.

Of course, the names of Miss Jun and Young Master Fang are more particular.

However, asking about the origin of the other party's name should be done by people who are very familiar or have a good relationship.

Has it reached this point between them?

The young man raised his head and grinned at Miss Jun.

"Because I am the ninth in my family." He said, "My surname is Ling, so I am called Ling Jiu. It is so shallow that the lady laughs."

Miss Jun looked at him thoughtfully.

"That's it." She said, "That's how Ling Jiu came here."

The young man kept smiling at her, his white teeth gleaming.

"What else?" he asked.

Otherwise, she thought it was a coincidence again.

Miss Jun looked at him.

Because she used to be called Ling Jiu.

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