Villain: The memory is exposed, the heroine kneels and begs for my forgiveness

Da Linguo, border gate Yucheng.

In the coldest month of winter, heavy snow falls, and the ground is covered with a layer of snow.

A skinny boy with a bruised face huddled under the eaves of the alleyway. His thin clothes were shivering from the cold, and he held half a hard, moldy sesame seed cake tightly in his arms.

"It's so cold..."

He tossed and turned in the corner, trying to get some warmth.

It's a pity that stubborn resistance will not be of much use in the cold weather.

After a while, the boy stood up tremblingly, holding a wooden stick.

He glanced at the empty alley, then looked down at the broken bowl at his feet, and sighed: "Well, the New Year is here, and everyone is celebrating the New Year, how can anyone give me charity..."

I didn’t have high hopes, and with the cold wind howling, there was no need for me to continue begging on the street at the risk of freezing to death.

The boy bent down to pick up the broken bowl and walked out of the city carrying the goose down snow.

When passing by a house, the lights were brightly lit, and the laughter and laughter of a family reunion could be heard.

The boy heard the sound and stopped in the snow. He looked through the crack in the door and saw a family warming up over the fire, with a lonely look on his face.

After a while, the boy sighed softly, looked down at the half piece of sesame seed cake in his arms, and murmured: "It's the New Year today, it seems I can't keep you."

The boy took out the sesame seed cake from his arms and just opened his mouth to bite it when he suddenly noticed a figure lying in the snow not far away.

His eyes flashed slightly, and he stepped forward to take a look and found that it was a little girl of six or seven years old.

The boy looked around, hesitated for a moment, pretended not to see it and walked away.

It was an era of war and turmoil, the people were in dire straits, and it was also a season of heavy snowfall. It was extremely difficult for him, a beggar, to survive, and he had no energy left to save other people's lives.

But not far away, the boy stopped again and looked back with some confusion.

He struggled for a long time, and finally turned around and came back.

The boy stretched out his fingers to explore the little girl's breath and found that although the breath was weak, there was still a breath left.

He threw away the wooden stick, put the broken bowl in his arms, leaned over and picked up the girl with difficulty, and walked staggeringly out of the city.

Soon after, the boy took the girl into a ruined temple outside the city.

"Girl, I lost half my life trying to save you."

The boy's face was pale and he was sweating profusely. Year-round lack of nutrition had made his body extremely weak. He almost died suddenly on the way back carrying the girl.

The boy put the girl aside, skillfully lit a fire with flint, and then carried the girl to the fire to keep warm.

With the warmth of the flame, the face of the girl who was about to die from the cold gradually improved.

After a while, the girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the boy in confusion.

"This, where is this, who are you?"

The girl rubbed her eyes as if she had just woken up.

The boy added a piece of firewood to the fire and said with a wry smile: "I should ask this. Seeing that you are dressed in rich clothes, you should be a young lady from a wealthy family. How could you faint in the snow and no one come to rescue you?"

"

"I can't remember, I, I..."

The girl tried hard to remember, but as soon as she remembered something, her head felt stinging.

The boy shook his head and advised: "If you can't remember it, don't think about it. Don't embarrass yourself."

The girl's eyes were red and she curled up hugging her knees.

"Dad, mother..."

After all, he was a child of six or seven years old. He started crying when he didn't see his parents for a while.

The boy stepped forward and patted the girl on the shoulder, comforting him softly: "Don't be sad, your parents probably just encountered something, and they will definitely come to you..."

"Well, my parents are so kind, they will definitely come to me!"

The girl wiped away her tears, sobbed and nodded.

Seeing this, the boy breathed a sigh of relief and asked with a smile: "By the way, my name is Jiang Zhige. What about you? What's your name?"

The girl lowered her head slightly and said with some sadness: "I can't remember clearly, I only remember that my last name seems to be Nangong..."

"Isn't it? You don't even remember your name? How about I give you a name, Nangong Rou?"

Jiang Zhige blinked. He didn't know a few words, but he happened to see the word "rou" and remembered it until now. He didn't expect it to come in handy.

When the girl heard this, she clapped her hands happily and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I have a name too!"

........

The outside world is in an uproar. The powerful Demon Emperor Jiang Zhige was actually a beggar when he was a child?

"I knew before that Fairy Nangong was closely related to the Demon Emperor, but I didn't expect that Fairy Nangong was named after the Demon Emperor."

"The power of the Nangong family was not weak back then. Fairy Nangong ended up here. It must have happened because of some change."

"Wait a minute, haven't you noticed that if the Demon Emperor hadn't saved her back then, Fairy Nangong would have frozen to death in the snow?"

"Shh! Fairy Nangong is still around..."

Hundreds of powerful people in the palace were whispering, but because Nangong Rou was not far away, they did not dare to discuss Nangong Rou's past loudly.

Nangong Rou could hear these discussions, but she didn't pay too much attention, looking at the scene in the light and shadow with a confused expression.

"Why, my memory of that year is so vague..."

Nangong Rou was in a state of confusion. She only knew that she and Jiang Zhige had known each other since childhood, but she had long forgotten that there was such a past.

Is it because I have been practicing for thousands of years and can’t remember things from back then?

Qu Yun, who was standing next to him, saw something wrong with Nangong Rou's expression, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat, thinking that Nangong Rou was being moved by the scene.

"Xiaorou, the kindness of rescuing each other in the snow is certainly admirable, but the revenge of betrayal and seizing the treasure can outweigh this kindness. The blood feud of killing one's father will never be settled in a lifetime."

"I know."

Nangong Rou's expression returned to calm, and she looked at Jiang Zhige in the middle of the hall with eyes full of disgust.

Qu Yun was right. The grace of saving his life was admirable, but the hatred of killing his father could not be forgotten no matter what.

Moreover, the reason why Nangong Rou hates Jiang Zhige the most is not because she seized the treasure and killed her father, but because she was betrayed by Jiang Zhige when she trusted Jiang Zhige the most.

Back then, Nangong Rou would have questioned Jiang Zhige as to why a treasure could make Jiang Zhige betray her and even kill her and her father.

Now, Nangong Rou has looked away. She and Jiang Zhige are destined to be enemies on opposite sides.

........

"Do you remember where your family lives?"

"I don't remember..."

Jiang Zhige looked helpless. If Nangong Rou still remembered where his home was, he might be able to take Nangong Rou back.

Now that Nangongrou has lost her memory, her so-called parents don't know where they are, and they may have to stay with him for a while.

Nangong Rou didn't notice Jiang Zhige's annoyance and asked curiously: "How old are you this year?"

Jiang Zhige revealed his memories and counted on his fingers: "After this year, I should be nine years old."

Nangong Rou's eyes lit up and she asked excitedly: "Then you are two years older than me, can I call you brother?"

Jiang Zhige was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Nangong Rou at a loss.

"No way..."

Nangong Rou looked disappointed when she saw this, thinking that Jiang Zhige disagreed.

Jiang Zhige came back to his senses, smiled and nodded: "Yes, of course, then you will be my sister from now on!"

Nangong Rou immediately danced with joy and surrounded Jiang Zhige and kept calling her brother.

Jiang Zhige's face turned red and he scratched his head, not knowing how to respond to Nangong Rou.

At this moment, Nangongrou's belly suddenly made a gurgling sound.

She stopped moving and held her stomach, and asked softly: "Brother, I'm hungry, can we go eat?"

"Food...we will go to dinner later, you can eat this first."

Jiang Zhige forced a smile, took out half a piece of sesame seed cake from his arms and handed it to Nangong Rou.

He was very happy in his heart. If he had eaten the sesame cakes at that time, Nangongrou would have been left hungry now.

As for food, Jiang Zhige has never had a decent meal since he was a child. In good times, he can beg for food on the roadside, but in bad times, he can only dig tree roots and drink stream water to satisfy his hunger.

Nangong Rou was really hungry, so she took the sesame seed cake and ate it cleanly.

Jiang Zhige, who was opposite him, swallowed his saliva as he watched, but pretended to be calm and calm on the surface.

Nangong Rou still looked unhappy after finishing the sesame seed cakes. She pouted and asked, "Brother, this food tastes terrible. I'm not full yet. Can we go eat something delicious?"

"Don't worry Rou'er, my brother will take you to eat well in a while."

Jiang Zhige's expression froze slightly. To him, the sesame seed cakes, which were no different from delicacies from the mountains and seas, turned out to be unpalatable in Nangongrou's mouth.