Chapter 3

He Yun frowned and asked, "what do you say?"

He Yan did not move, seriously repeated: "I said, you do not chop firewood like this."

Young impatient, "Heyan, you go back to the house if you are sick, don't find fault here."

"If you chop like this, you can't finish it in the dark." He Yan's lines did not move.

He Yunsheng seemed to be suddenly angry. The axe slipped off and hit the bluestone board with a loud noise. He stepped forward and said angrily, "if you didn't spend money because of your illness, Dad would not have sent the boy away. You also know to chop until dark. If you don't chop firewood, don't tell me what to do if you don't chop firewood. You can chop you like this

He Yan's heart moved. It turned out that there was a boy in the family, but the poor family sent the boy away in order to see the doctor, so the young man did his job. Looking at his appearance, he had a long history of resentment against this sister. He was so cynical that he didn't leave any feelings.

There are also advantages of being poor. For example, there is no one in the yard, and the embarrassment of the younger brother and sister will not be caught. If they were in the former he family and the Xu family, they would be able to surround themselves into a troop.

He Yunsheng finished and waited for Heyan to jump and curse. However, to his surprise, he did not swear. Instead, he bent down and picked up the axe he had left on the ground.

She was dropped by the heavy ax, and her slender white wrist seemed to be unable to withstand the crushing. It was very frightening to see.

He Yan looked at his hand and frowned slightly. He couldn't even lift the axe. Compared with her before, it was too poor.

He Yun Sheng Leng Leng, doubt way: "what do you do?"

"I'll show you." He Yan replied.

He Yunsheng was more angry and said angrily, "don't bother me, you..."

"He didn't say a word.

He Yan has already swung his axe and quickly split the firewood in front of him into two.

"You see." "It's very simple. You can't hold the front end of the ax, you have to hold the end of the handle and chop along the grain of the wood. It's much easier," she said

He Yunsheng looked at her stupidly. After a moment, the young man's face turned red, and his tone was almost angry. He pointed to Heyan and said, "you, you, you really don't have any intention! Your hand Dad will scold me when he comes back! Heyan, you're really resourceful and cunning

"Well?" He Yan did not understand, the next moment, a frightened female voice sounded: "girl, you bleed!"

He Yan subconsciously looked down, palm I do not know when the skin was worn, blood reflected in the palm, bright even a bit moving.

She's just holding an axe and chopping a piece of firewood, so her hand is worn out? How delicate is this body? From childhood to adulthood, has miss heta ever mentioned something heavier? Is she made of cotton and tofu?

He Yan is lost in thought. Her maid, Qingmei, has rushed to pull her to the house. She says in a hurry: "you have to wipe it with plaster first. I don't know if you will leave a scar..."

He Yun gave her a look of hatred and threw down a sentence: "He Yan, you can do it. Sooner or later you will die." He turned and ran.

Heyan couldn't laugh or cry. In her last life, she lived until she got married and died. Until now, it is the first time that someone said that she was "doing".

This kind of feeling is very novel. In the minds of generals and soldiers, "Zuo" is probably a very remote word.

Qingmei held Heyan's hand on her knee and wiped the plaster on his palm with his fingertips, and then she shed tears. "If this scar is left, how can we do it? We have to find a way to get some scar removing ointment."

"It's OK," Heyan could not see the girl's tears, especially a beautiful girl who was 15 or 16 years old and younger than her previous life. He comforted him and said, "if you leave a scar, you can leave it."

Green plum open eyes, tears are forgotten to dry, staring at Heyan speechless.

"What's the matter?" He Yan asked.

"No, nothing." Qingmei wiped her tears and stood up. "It's good if you don't get angry."

The tone in this sentence He Yan looks at the powder jewelry in front of the dressing table, and he knows something in his mind. The original miss heta was very fond of beauty, and her delicate skin was supposed to be pampered. If she broke a hole in her usual life, it would be a big thing.

God is not to see her last life too rough, did not experience the feeling of being a daughter, this life just gave her to find such a delicate flower body, wind and rain can not stand.

Green plum asked: "girl, I'll pour you a cup of hot tea. It's raining outside just now, and I'm cold."

"Wait a minute." He Yan stopped her, "I think of one thing. Before I woke up, I didn't remember some things clearly..." She looked at green plum, "how did I get sick?"

At first, there was a boy in the family. Later, he was sent to see a doctor for Heyan. It can be seen that the disease was not born. But if a sudden illness, she did not feel any discomfort these days. Yan He is very careful about what she looks like in the room.

Hearing the speech, the green plum was shocked. She grabbed Heyan's hand and almost burst into tears: "Miss, you have been sad for Mr. Fan once, but you can't do it again. Even if you don't do it for yourself, you have to think about it for the master and the young master! "Mr. Fan? Men?

He Yan asked: "which fan Gongzi?"

"Girl, what do you mean by that Yes, Mr. Fan is so heartless that he is not a good match. The girl is right to forget him. The maid will not take the initiative to mention Mr. Fan, as long as the girl is good. " With that, green plum wiped her eyes again.

The little maid was also too fond of crying. The recruits who had just entered her camp didn't cry so much when they went to the battlefield for the first time. Have not asked a few words, the lapel has been wet, so go on, not out of a incense can flood the golden mountains.

"All right." He Yan helpless way, "then don't mention, you go to change clothes first, your clothes are wet."

Green plum opened her eyes and looked at Heyan. Seeing that he Yan looked calm and did not want to collapse, she hesitated for a moment and said, "the slave girl is going to change Girl, wait for the maid. The maid will be back soon. " This is only one step three back to go.

The room was quiet again.

He Yan reaches out his hand and opens his palm to himself.

Qingmei's plaster was still standing on her hand. She was fascinated by the delicate and tender hand. Women's strength is naturally weaker than men's. when he was young, he Yan sneaked out of the back door of the mansion every day before dawn to help monks in temples carry water and cut firewood. At the beginning, he broke his hands like this. After gradually giving birth to cocoons, he could easily carry two buckets of water and punch with a stone hanging from his wrist.

She is not smart, can only use stupid methods, accumulated over time, will also have the qualification to compete with men.

Just now, it's all back to the beginning. Not to mention taking away the things that originally belonged to her, the weak body alone could not bear the desperate road full of thorns that she would go in the future.

"Then practice." He Yan said to himself, "just like before." It may be a test given to her by God, as the price of her rebirth, but there is nothing terrible about that.

It's just a fresh start.

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