After Marrying the Sick and Weak Son, I Turned Around

The memory of the seven-year-old was somewhat blurred, but when Zhou Qing appeared, inexplicably, some memories came alive again.

With a sigh, my mind was pulled back to that year.

It was spring, and all things recovered. Her mother took her to the Deyin Temple to offer incense, and by the way, she stayed for a while to worship the Buddha.

She is young, playful and active, and naturally can't stand the quiet temple life, so she always sneaks down the mountain to play.

It rained that day, and a rainbow appeared after the rain, hanging on the back mountain, and the beauty was breathtaking.

She became playful and wanted to see where the border of the rainbow was, so she took Cuiyan who was older than her and a little maid and secretly went to the back mountain.

On the way, he met a nine-year-old Zhou Qing, who was covered in mud and ragged clothes.

At that time, she was arrogant and disgusted, thinking that she was a little beggar and was about to take a detour, but she came back after two steps and kicked him with her feet.

"Hey, are you still alive?"

The crisp and tender voice reached Zhou Qing's ears, making him reluctantly open his eyes to look at a girl in pink and jade, with a double bun, a butterfly hair accessory, and a fine butterfly hanging around her waist. Jade pendant, with bells falling, tinkling.

When the wind picked up, her pink skirt swayed in front of him, stained with a little mud, but it was dazzling.

Zhou Qing didn't move, just looked back faintly, and said weakly, "Who are you?"

At that time, Su An Ansheng was exquisite and cute, quirky, dark pupils were particularly bright, and she was very stinky. Hearing a beggar asking her name, she couldn't help being a little arrogant, and said, "I am a little fairy."

"You can just call me Little Fairy."

After all, how could a little beggar be qualified to know her boudoir name?

Zhou Qing snorted and retracted his gaze.

Although Su An'an is small, he can see his face, pouted, "what are you laughing at?"

You are a beggar, and you have the right to laugh at her?

Zhou Qing was stung by the beggar's ear, and said fiercely: "I'm not a beggar, I have a name."

Su Anan took a step back suddenly frightened by his fierce look.

When he reacted, he stamped his feet angrily. He originally planned to give him some food, but the other party laughed at her and yelled at her again.

Forget it, she put on her skirt and left, her back arrogant.

Just after walking dozens of steps, Zhou Qing, who was behind him, began to cough wildly. With retching, he couldn't even spit out bitter water.

Su Anan looked back, she was still moved with pity when she was young, she went back and took out her own sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and said, "Hey, this is sweet-scented osmanthus cake, it's delicious, now, just call me a little fairy , I'll give it to you to eat."

Zhou Qing saw the charity reflected in her eyes, and turned her eyes away. After years of pampering collapsed, he encountered charity before he recovered.

Self-esteem is a problem, he can't accept it, he doesn't want it.

Hey, Su An'an is completely angry, a beggar is quite stubborn, why don't you let him say something nice?

Another maid also disliked Zhou Qingzhao and persuaded the young lady to leave. This beggar doesn't know good hearts, so why bother with the young lady.

Su Anan felt the same way, she pouted her skirt and left, and went to play happily.

After sunset, she was afraid that her mother would be angry, so she hurried back and ran into Zhou Qing again, who was still lying there, motionless.

It seems to be exhausted to the extreme, and it seems that he is hungry and has no strength. He is covered in mud, mixed with blood stains, so miserable.

Su Anan grabbed a few pieces of cakes in her pocket that she hadn't eaten yet, and wanted to give it to him, but remembered that he had disliked it before and felt shameless, so she walked over, kicked him and said, "Hey, little beggar, as long as you Just call me a little fairy, and I'll give you something to eat."

Zhou Qing starved to death without shouting, but emphasized, "I'm not a beggar."

At that time, he didn't know that he was no longer the proud prince, the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, and the remaining dignity would be grinded to be worthless in the later struggles.

The only one who gave him dignity was the girl in front of him.

Su An'an is angry, what a freak, don't do it with such dignity as a beggar.

She turned around and left, but when she left, she put down the pastry.

Forget it, why bother with a beggar.

She didn't actually go far at the time, and deliberately hid behind a big tree to peek at him to see whether he would eat it or not.

The little beggar seemed to struggle for a long time before he picked it up and ate it. There was blood on his hand, which instantly stained the cake. For a moment, Su Anan saw tears falling on the cake.

He was sobbing as he ate, and Su Anan couldn't hear it clearly. He just thought the beggar was probably sad.

It was the kind of unspeakable sadness that made her heart a little tug.

Once the heart of compassion is moved, it is easy to be touched again.

She went back, feeling faintly that the little beggar was pitiful, and went to see it again the next day. The little beggar was still there, and she sent food again, but what she got was still Zhou Qing's cold eyes.

She curled her lips, thinking that this person was dying for face, and at the same time there was a bit of tenacity in her heart. Since the beggar was so stubborn, she would have him call her willingly one day.

So she often sneaks down, sometimes alone, with all kinds of zero points in her arms, and some gold sore medicine to wait.

Carefully, she found that the little beggar had been sitting still, with blood on his legs, which should be injured.

Zhou Qing would accept her alms, but never open his mouth.

Gradually, Su Anan seemed to realize the fun of helping people, and he didn't care if he didn't speak, but when he came, he would drag him and spit out bitterness.

What mother forced her to study Nvhong again today, and arranged for her to learn to play the piano in a few days, and hired a master to teach her to play chess. She hates playing chess the most. Delicious in two words.

The innocent words, clear eyes, help without asking for anything in return, and tender laughter finally attracted Zhou Qing's attitude to soften.

When he reached out to help her catch a butterfly at will and called her a sweet thank you, Zhou Qing suddenly said, "No need."

It should be him who should say thank you...

Su Anan blinked, and she walked up to him and said with a smile, "You talked to me."

Zhou Qing looked at her simple eyebrows, stopped speaking, and dragged her half-limbed legs forward.

Su An'an followed him like a follower, chattering.

After speaking, is it still far from calling her a little fairy?

She seemed to have the will to win and lose, and she became better and better to him. Finally, one day, he let him call her willingly, and let her shout like a little beggar...

At that time, wasn't he just a beggar with nothing.

Looking back on that year, Zhou Qing actually gave her a deep memory.

Because that year, she found out that her mother was in poor health, her father took a concubine, and she had a lot of troubles at the age of seven, but no one talked about it, and she also regarded Zhou Qing as the object of her talk.

Before she could say goodbye to the little beggar, her mother left in a hurry, and she never saw any little beggar again.

As time goes by, I gradually forget...