Zhong Miao lowered his head and hung the bait, hanging the fishing rod into the water: "Forty-seven years have passed, but you still look exactly the same as the person I met when I was eight years old."

"It's really strange that youth is not old." She looked at the water and smiled, but her smile floated on her face like a mask.

The fat fish was spitting bubbles under the water.

The girl's face was reflected in the water, and was cut into hideous fragments by the fish tail.

She is already fifty-five and still has the appearance of seventeen.

Black hair, tight skin, fair and rosy face, everything is not different from the past.

For her, yesterday is today, and today is tomorrow.

Her time is stagnant.

Just like his.

The smile on his face gradually faded, Zhong Miao raised his head and looked at Xie Xuan: "By the way, I have engraved two new seals. Do you want to give you one?"

Xie Xuan's hand covered his eyes.

The sun was too bright to make him unable to breathe.

Hearing Zhong Miao's words, he suddenly remembered her when he was a child.

Forty-seven years ago, A Miao was an eight-year-old child. She was born thin and small, and she looked like she was only four or five years old. She knew she was hungry at first glance.

Her sallow face and dry hair were all shouting for help.

She was very hungry, almost dying.

But in the room, the meat is obviously fragrant.

When Xie Xuan walked in, he saw the crooked wooden table at a glance. The table was filled with wine and food.

In winter, the weather is cold and as soon as the hot dishes are served, rolling white smoke surges up.

In the large pot in the middle, there was stewed mutton. Looking closely, the mutton was fat and tender, cut into large pieces, and only a cup of clear sauce, some green onions and peppercorns were added and then cooked.

But when you smell it, the mutton is fragrant and the soup seems to be very delicious.

Xie Xuan stood behind the table, sniffing and smelling the aroma of wine from it. It smelled very similar to the pot of wine placed on the table, but it was different.

This mutton was originally boiled in wine.

No wonder he couldn't help but want to eat it when he smelled such a fragrance.

Of course, the little kids curled up in the corner couldn't help it.

She wants to eat meat, she really wants it.

But the meat on the table was not for her to eat. Everyone can eat it, but she can't. The mother said that because she was ugly and stupid, she was not worthy of eating meat at all.

My brother also said that the family is poor and has no money.

When buying meat, of course, you have to eat with him tightly.

It doesn't matter. She should eat less meat, not to mention meat, even rice.

So she only has one bowl of porridge every day.

Add water to brown rice and cook it into a large pot. In fact, when you drink it, even the soup and water are quite enough. But you are full and hungry.

She always roared with hunger while washing clothes.

Once, she was so hungry that she couldn't even rub her clothes cleanly.

My mother came over and raised her hand and slapped her in the face: "It's for you to eat and drink, and even a piece of clothes is not good!"

She fell into the basin, and her hair and clothes were immediately wet.

Seeing this, my mother grabbed her arm, dragged her to the side, and scolded her loudly for half an hour before leaving.

At that time, she thought to herself that when she grows up, she will definitely not ask her children to wash clothes.

The weather was so cold that her hands were frozen.

The red fingers were swollen like carrots.

She opened her mouth and gently bit her finger. It was itchy and painful, and it was so uncomfortable. If these ten fingers were really good, it would be better. If she ate the ten radishes, she would definitely not be hungry.

But the meat on the table is still very fragrant.

The dry, chapped lips, pursed them hard.

The little A Miao sat on the ground, holding her knees, staring at the dishes on the table.

My brother, who was born black and fat, ate the meat in big mouthfuls, and the soup fell all over his collar.

The mother kept picking up food for him and said with a smile that her son was not only handsome, but also looked like a big shot when eating.

A Miao thought that if she was asked to eat, she would definitely look more like a big shot.

Not only can she eat meat in big mouthfuls, but she can also eat the pots together.

There is fire in the stomach.

A Miao covered her stomach and looked out of the corner of her eyes at the man in black standing by the window.

That window had been broken long ago.

Although it was closed, Fengxue always came in from outside.

Isn't he cold standing there?

My father and mother were also very surprised, why did the guests come but just eat on their own?

However, how could there be such a guest in their family?

Although A Miao had never seen a rich person, she thought that the noble young master should have this look. His beautiful face, fair hands, and clothes that looked very valuable at first glance.

Besides, he seemed to be holding a book in his hand.

A Miao stared at the black book and looked carefully.

Suddenly, Youdao's eyes fell on her face.

She hurriedly buried her head in her arms.

The room was filled with chewing sounds.

The three people on the table were full of oil.

Xie Xuan by the window frowned.

The little girl in the corner seemed to see him? He lowered his eyes and looked at the book of life and death in his hand, which contained her name - Zhong Miao.

Blood-colored cinnabar marks, straight through the two words.

She is about to die.

In less than half an hour, the living people in this room would become dead.

Xie Xuan put the book of life and death in his arms indifferently.

Such a work has always been done by the spirit of the artifact, but he stayed in the Dulingsi all day long, and the more he was dull he became, the more boring he was. He was so idle that he rushed Ah Chui to sweep the floor and came out in person.

Unexpectedly, after coming out, it was even more boring.

Xie Xuan leaned against the window and yawned.

The little fat man at the table suddenly started to cough.
Chapter completed!