Chapter 23

Ji Shumo looks in the girl's eyes, and it's not surprising that he also sees the light green in the middle of the stone seam. The dark eyes are deep, and the flower... Has strong vitality.

Even people like him who are dying, or those who want to die, feel the magic of this seemingly insignificant green flower.

"Xiaomo, you wait for me here. My sister is going to pick flowers. With this, grandma can do it!" Du grass now whole-heartedly pounced on the green flower in front of him, where can he take care of others?

He didn't even have the mind to tease the youngsters beside him. He squatted down and took out the rope from the cloth bag he was carrying.

The white and tender hands stretched to both sides to make sure that the rope could still be used and the toughness was good. Then they took firm steps step by step.

The slender figure, facing the falling crystal snowflakes, appears to be particularly tough, as if it is a Yinglan flower in the desert, indomitable, not afraid of any difficulties, and nothing can knock her down.

Ji Lyric ink a pair of ink eyes looking at the direction of Du grass forward, the heart inexplicably surging a few silk other emotions.

In the twinkling of an eye, Du Cao has surrounded the rope on his slender waist, a pair of clear eyes, flashing a very firm light, seems to be more dazzling than the sun in the ice and snow.

The girl stepped back a few steps, stretched out her right arm, swung the rope a few times, and threw it out fiercely!

The rope loop was just set on the side of the divine grass, not far away from a slanting pine tree trunk. Du grass was very happy, and then his feet soared in the air. A pair of little hands, which were a little red with cold, stroked the cold stones.

"This is Grandma's hope. With this, grandma can live with me." Du Cao's shining eyes were especially bright, and her little hands kept picking at the cracks in the rocks.

Fortunately, he was thin, otherwise, he couldn't support such a heavy body to climb up. Du Cao thought of something else distracted, and then looked at the distance from Shencao, but he didn't lose heart.

Climb slowly, you can always get there.

WOW! However, at this time, Ji Lyric ink pupil shrink!

Du Cao's little hand did not hold firmly. The stones he had grabbed, together with some nearby stones, all rolled down and fell to the ground. The girl herself was now hanging on the mountain with her right arm. It was very dangerous.

At the moment, Du Cao was in a hurry. He quickly stepped on another protruding stone with his feet, but he didn't let himself fall because he didn't have a stone to support him. He wanted to look back at the boy behind him, but he didn't see the figure of the boy?

"Xiao Mo, why are you here? You don't want me to fall down later. You can be my meat mat. " Du Cao blinked and looked around. He didn't see the boy. He looked down at his feet and was surprised to find that Ji Lyric Mo looked up at him at the foot of the mountain.

A pair of deep eyes seems to contain a few threads of anger, what happened to the boy? Is it anger? What is he mad at? After a joke, duckweed continued to climb up.

Now that we have found the trace of Shencao, we must not delay any longer, otherwise grandma's body will be in danger at any time.

And Ji Shumo looks at the girl who is hanging on the mountain and climbing up slowly. She climbs up again regardless. Her anger is rising. Doesn't she know how dangerous she was just now?

He stood here, although he wanted to catch Du Cao when she fell down in danger, but the little girl was still ungrateful. She was younger than herself, but she always called herself sister.

I don't know how such a girl grew up in the country.

Ji Shumo, who is impatient but helpless, can only swallow the turbulent Qi and blood in his heart, and then continues to stand still, locking the girl's every move with his eyes.

Maybe he's crazy. He doesn't know why he did it.

While Du Cao here is struggling to pick the divine grass for Du Zhang, she has no idea that the vicious woman in her family is already worrying about her marriage.

"Daqiang, get up quickly. Today we have to go to the village." Sun Guixiang put on his clothes and pushed Du Daqiang with his hands. He was still lying on the bed and didn't want to get up.

"What are you doing out so early?" Obviously, in the face of sun Guixiang's urging, Du Daqiang is very impatient. What will happen if he doesn't sleep much on such a cold day? I have no livelihood in winter, and I have nothing to do when I get up so early at home.

However, after a reply, Du Daqiang also slowly got up. After all, he couldn't stand sun Guixiang's call."Isn't it for the little dead girl? I don't worry that we have to find a rich family to sell her? Otherwise, even Ben won't be able to come back and eat our rice for free for so many years. " Said with a sneer.

Sun Guixiang listened to Du Daqiang asked himself impatiently. His anger was even more intense. Du Daqiang didn't touch himself very much in bed these two days. He thought carefully that he didn't know?

When she poked the dead girl out of the house to see what he would like to see, she restrained her jealousy, and then continued to wear shoes and socks for herself.

Then he turned around and took out the new clothes that he usually didn't want to wear in the wardrobe. He slowly picked them out. He even wanted to choose a rich family for the dead girl. He couldn't show his shyness. How could they choose?

Du Daqiang looked at Sun Guixiang, who was carrying clothes at the table. His eyes looked strange, but he didn't say anything. He just dressed himself.

Creak, creak.

In the twinkling of an eye, a man and a woman have already set foot on the road to find their parents for Du Cao. Maybe they got up too early. The snow on the road has not been trampled, leaving only two lines of footprints of sun Guixiang and Du Daqiang.

Sun Guixiang glanced at Du Daqiang, who was walking side by side with him. He knew that he was not happy in his heart. He could see that he was dead. But the more unwilling he was, the more he wanted to marry off the dead girl in his family.

Dong, Dong, Dong!

"Who is it?" Two people walk very fast, in a twinkling of an eye to a door inlaid with an aluminum lion's head.

Sun Guixiang's eyes were straight. He looked at the big red wooden door and looked at it with great style. He hoped that he could sell the dead girl for a good price and live a comfortable life.

"Me! His grandaunt

Listening to a rude cry from inside, sun Guixiang's smile continued, and then he quickly answered.

Maybe the people inside recognized sun Guixiang's voice and did not speak any more. They went forward to open the door and looked at the two people standing outside.