Yang Fan listened with a heavy heart. He knew that the reason why Tin Aino repeatedly emphasized her father's helplessness and that she didn't hate her father was because she had been hurt too deeply in her childhood, especially when she was abandoned by her family. It was like a nightmare that she couldn't get rid of. She didn't want to hate, but she couldn't forget. She could only use this method to hypnotize her heart over and over again.
Tin Aino's eyes were faintly glistening with tears. She faintly said, "But the heavens didn't give up on me. It was probably because I had food for those three days that I actually gained some strength. I woke up and climbed out of the well through the hole where the bricks and stones had fallen off. I followed the fleeing crowd and wandered around the countryside. Later … I was taken in by a miller."
Tin Aino smiled and said, "The miller told his wife that he would first raise me as a child laborer. When I grew up, I would be the wife of his foolish son and help him carry on the family line. He didn't hide it from me when he said these words. He knew I had no choice. In fact, I was very happy. At least I could eat my fill.
At that time, I was not even as tall as the millstone and was as thin as a stick. The food that the miller gave me was only enough to keep me alive. I had no strength. I was accidentally knocked down by the donkey pulling the millstone. I didn't even have the strength to get up. The blindfolded donkey continued to pull the millstone, trampling on me until I was on the verge of death.
Treatment costs money. The miller felt that it wasn't worth it and threw me out of the village. The hungry people surrounded me with green eyes, wanting to eat me alive. At this time, there was a sudden rush of horse hooves. The people on the horses looked very spirited and neat. Because of the plague, their faces were covered with thick towels, revealing only their eyes.
One of them looked at me coldly. Perhaps they had seen all kinds of tragedies along the way. I didn't see any intention of saving me. I thought that I was about to be eaten, but he had clearly galloped past me and suddenly turned back.
Those hungry people bared their white teeth and threw themselves at me, wanting to eat me raw. At this time, the man waved the whip in his hand. The weak hungry people fell like paper under his whip. I was saved. He treated my wounds and fed me … "
Yang Fan asked, "Why did he change his mind and save you?"
The Tian Ai Nu was silent for a moment before she answered, "Later on, he told me that he had seen too many dying people along the way. Some of them would look like they were begging for mercy when they saw them passing by; some of them would cry out in fear of death; some of them were numb and ignored them …"
Tin Aino took a deep breath and said, "As for me … he said that in the eyes of this six-year-old girl, he saw the tranquility of liberation. For a six-year-old child to have such a gaze that transcends life and death, he felt that it was very unusual, so … he saved me …"
Tears welled up in her eyes. Tin Aino raised her head. After a long time, she slowly lowered her head. Although her eyes were moist, the tears had already disappeared. In the end, she did not let them fall. She stared at Yang Fan and said word by word, "My name was chosen by me. Tin Aino, people don't love slaves, Tin Aino. "
When she said these words, she still tightly held onto Yang Fan's hand. Yang Fan could feel that in those hellish days, she had suffered not only from the drought, the plague of locusts, the plague, not only from witnessing the tragic deaths and the victims who took advantage of the situation, but also from her birth father.
Yang Fan said softly, "No matter what, all of that is in the past. Don't always keep it in your heart."
Tin Aino gently withdrew her hand. Her palm was as soft and smooth as silk. When his hand was removed, the smooth and soft feeling still rippled on his fingertips. She used a sword, but there were no calluses on her palm. This could only be done by people who had the conditions to practice martial arts and took good care of their hands.
Yang Fan was even more curious about this mysterious girl, but he did not want to delve into it. Just like he also had his own secrets, he understood and respected other people's secrets.
The corner of Tin Aino's mouth curled up slightly, and she said with some mockery, "You don't understand. Although your family's circumstances are not good, at least you have a stable life. At least you have food and clothing. How would you know what I have suffered?"
Yang Fan was silent. In fact, he also had a misfortune, but compared to the torture Tin Aino had suffered, he felt that at least what he had suffered was a sudden blow. It was far from the pain of eternal despair. So he did not refute Tin Aino's words. After a moment of silence, he stared into Tin Aino's eyes and said, "Do you know how I feel after listening to your story?"
"What feeling?"
"I want to eat another bowl of rice."
Tin Aino, "…"
Yang Fan said softly, "In any case, everything is in the past. The misfortune of the past is not the greatest misfortune. The greatest misfortune is to indulge in the memories of misfortune and be unable to extricate yourself, letting that misfortune affect you forever. You are still alive, and you are still living well. This is happiness! You know what kind of pain you have suffered in the past, so you have to live well now, and not indulge in the painful past! If you miss the dead, then you have to cherish the living even more! This is what an old man who is over a hundred years old told me. I have been doing according to his words, so I have been living happily. "
Tin Aino raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "His words, must be reasonable?"
An unusual look of respect appeared on Yang Fan's face, and he said, "If he said it, then I believe it! Besides, the old man has lived for so many years, and has experienced far more than us. Even if his words are not the most reasonable in this world, they must be more reasonable than mine. Ah Nu, the heavens care for you, and let you live. You are still living in this world, then you should work hard to find happiness in this world, and do not let down the heavens care for you! "
Looking at Yang Fan's unusually sincere eyes, Tin Aino's heart palpitated. Yang Fan's tone revealed his true feelings, and there was not a trace of falsehood. She was even more suspicious of her own judgment, but she was still not sure. After all, what she did, had too much implications, and being moved … …
When the miller took her in and gave her half a bun, she was even more moved than now. It was hard to know a man's heart.
Tin Aino said softly, "I will."
Tin Aino's narrow eyes slowly raised, "I want … … to eat another bowl of rice."
The two of them looked at each other and smiled. That smile was like a lamp suddenly lit up in the quiet midnight, and at that moment, their hearts warmed a lot. This was the second time she smiled, and her smile was very beautiful. Yang Fan felt that she should smile like this more often.
Tin Aino stood up, and said, "You have eaten all the food, I will go get some more, what do you want to eat?"
Yang Fan said, "I want to eat vegetables, very light dishes, like … … wild vegetables dipped in sauce!"
"This is simple, it will be ready soon."
Tin Aino put on her apron, and leisurely walked to the kitchen. Her gait … … was very feminine.
Yang Fan added, "If the sauce needs to be fried, put in a chicken!"
Tin Aino replied, "Okay!"
Her beautiful figure disappeared from the kitchen, and after a moment, a burst of egg fried sauce smell rushed into Yang Fan's nose. Yang Fan closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, savoring the taste of the sauce. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were sparkling.
This time, Yang Fan ate very slowly, no longer like a reincarnated hungry ghost. He ate while looking at the way Tin Aino ate. She ate even slower, and her movements were very elegant, and very beautiful.
The soup with her hands, shyly waiting for the gentleman to taste. No matter how delicious the soup was, without the last sentence as a foil, it would lose its charming scenery. The fireworks of the world always needed a fairy-like woman to accompany them, and that dullness would give birth to an indescribable taste. Thus, the person would be more beautiful, and the food would be more fragrant.
This was a feast for the eyes.
The peace and warmth was quickly broken, and suddenly there was a burst of hurried footsteps in the courtyard. Before the two of them could react, that person rushed in … …
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