The Journey Starts From the Fairy Tail

It was getting dark.

There is the sound of dogs barking in the mountain village. Lamps and candles were lit in the six-story building in the middle of the village, as well as in the surrounding stone buildings and houses.

Of course, what lights up in this six-story building is the pearl of the night.

Qin Tianni, Chen Aotianliang and others were treated warmly by Shi Zhong.

When one is intoxicated in gold and paper, one can always hear the sound of silk and bamboo. Between the cup and the potato chips, laughter, insults and charming women’s voices intertwined, forming a picture of prostitution and luxury.

Candles were also lit in the small green stone house. However, it is the most common white candle. A white candle is lit only in the main room. In the room of Green and his mother in the east wing, an old pine oil lamp was burning. Not only does it smell weird, but it also makes people smoke more. "Uh. No, Master Lin, absolutely not. These dishes are for your two guests. My mother and I have prepared meals."

While talking, Green slowly withdrew from the room.

Zifeng smiled at Green's petite figure, and said to Yue Yun: "Don't bother this little girl, she just can't help it."

"Huh, I didn't mean it for anyone, I just don't like it, that **** old patriarch, treated Qin Tian and Chen Ao's destiny, that ugly virtuous demeanor. The villagers we met this afternoon, you didn't see them. Does the look in our eyes? They hope to chase us away immediately. Grandma. I think it's all anger." Yunyue said angrily.

After dinner, the green son served her mother, helped her go to bed, dipped a towel in warm water, and then wiped her body again. Only then did he cover her with a quilt. After her mother fell asleep, Luer dragged her tired body into the kitchen.

Her dinner tonight covered the cauldron. That is a bowl of porridge, although it is a bit thin, it is best to be hungry until dawn.

Spoon the porridge into the bowl, and Green brought the bowl to his mouth.

However, when the edge of the bowl was brought to her mouth, Green was stunned, because she saw Zifeng standing in the dark, looking at her quietly.

"Green, is this your dinner?"

"Uh. Young Master Lin, haven't you rested yet?"

Qing'er looked at Zifeng in the dark, her face slightly embarrassed. The little hand was trembling, and the porridge in his hand was hanging.

"Green, please answer my question seriously. Is this bowl of thin vegetable porridge your dinner?" Zifeng asked seriously.

"Yes. No. I'm not hungry. I lost the fire right after eating the porridge..." Qing'er said hesitantly. She suddenly remembered that the old patriarch had severely warned her. Her excited spirit fought a cold war, and she felt Shocked and scared, tears were about to shed.

"Regardless of whether this bowl of thin vegetable porridge is your dinner, or if you really want to drink the porridge to make a fire, I will let you throw it away now!" Zi Feng said calmly.

"Uh. Ok, Mr. Lin, I will throw it away. Go back to your room and rest." Green looked at the porridge reluctantly, knowing she would be hungry again tonight.

"Is this bowl of porridge delicious? Look at your reluctant expression."

Zifeng sneered and came to Green. He reached for the enamel bowl, raised his hand and poured the porridge into the fence around the chickens and ducks.

Qing'er's lips pressed tightly, tears gleaming in the black Yantai eyes.

"follow me."

Zifeng was holding the enamel bowl in one hand and Green's little hand in the other. He led Green to the main room.

"Young Master Lin, what are you. What are you doing?"

Qing'er suddenly thought of something terrible, and was frightened to death. In the past, Li Shi, the youngest son of the patriarch, tried to do this to her. His mother, who returned from Tanaka, just arrived.

Mother was very angry, she brandished a **** and hit stones. As a result, the pebbles did not suffer any damage. He also beat his mother severely. Since then, my mother has been bedridden and has recovered for more than two months. The wound on her body has healed, but she was injured by the rubble of the lumbar spine, and the nerve in her leg was also injured. Since then, the mother has never left the wheelchair again.

Tonight, the hypocritical Young Master Lin was forcibly dragged into the room. Is he going to be malicious to himself?

Qing'er was dragged and dropped by Zifeng in despair, and came to the room.

I saw the woman in black sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, motionless, as if asleep.

Zifeng took Lu Er to the stone table, pressed her on the stone bench, sat opposite her, smiled and said to her, "Hurry up, I haven't touched the chopsticks yet, I'm waiting for you."

"Uh. Wait for me?"

Qing'er looked at Zifeng with an incredible expression.

"Yes, you are the host and I am the guest. How can the host refuse to accompany the guests when they eat?"

Zifeng rinsed Lu'er's enamel bowl with water, and filled her with more than half a bowl of steaming broth. "Don't be silly, eat, drink soup first," he said with a smile.

Qing'er looked at Zifeng's smiling face in a daze. She dreamed that Young Master Lin dragged her into the room in order to let herself eat with him.

The breeze came slowly, and the candlelight flickered.

Lu'er felt that his drama had fallen into an illusion. What happened tonight gave her an unreal feeling.

She pinched her thigh severely, and a sharp pain came from her thigh immediately. Green couldn't help shaking with pain.

Zifeng picked up the chopsticks and looked at Lu'er with a smile, and said, "Lu'er, you don't actually need to spend so much money. The two of us, our sister, have been practicing for half an hour a day in Bigu for a long time. We can. Take some pills to refresh yourself. There is no need to eat meat or soup."

Qing'er stared at Zi Feng in a daze, and Zi Feng Yangguang smiled, slowly warming her heart, and the previous tension slowly subsided.

Zifeng picked up a bunch of pickled dried bamboo shoots with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly, admiring it with relish. "Green and sour bamboo shoots are delicious, crispy and delicious, light but different in taste. Congee and breakfast are a very good dish."

After Zifeng praised her, Qing'er immediately smiled.

When Zhanyan smiled, he felt that the mimosa seemed to be relaxing.

In the past, when receiving the rude and savage hunters, she was always chicken, duck, fish and fish. She served them very carefully, fearing abuse and beatings.

However, today is too shabby. Although there are chicken and duck meat, it is indeed incomparable to the previous hunter meals.

Unexpectedly, the gentle Young Master Lin not only accompanies him to dinner, but also praises his dried bamboo shoots.

"By the way, Qing'er, what are you doing stupidly? If you don't eat, I will eat up the whole table." Zifeng grinned and complained.