"Xiaoyou, you're here, you're holding this bucket of water at such a young age.
Mary really doesn't know how to feel sorry for children."
Uncle McCann's words were a bit reproachful, and there was a touch of concern in his eyes when he looked at her.
"This is ten dinks.
Take it to Mary."
"OK."
Ying You smiled sweetly.
"Just drink some water and go back.
It's really hard on you for being so young."
An Yiran watched from the side as he obediently took a sip of water from a cup at Uncle McCann's house, drank it down, and then jumped back home with the pitiful ten dinks.
This was the most innocent and innocent time in her life, and it was also the time when she was most powerless.
This stage occupies a very special place in her heart.
She has no power and lives a very poor life, but she is very happy.
In this stage, she is called Yingyou.
This is the purest time before her magic power breaks out.
This is the purest time before the imperial priests discover that the disaster star is twinkling, the crape myrtle is declining, and the world is in catastrophe.
She watched the well-behaved little girl hand ten dinks to her adoptive mother, who smiled with satisfaction and touched her head.
How did her adoptive parents die?
An Yiran slowly met, and it was the most profound memory that was sealed in his memory, the last thing he wanted to think about.
That was when her adoptive father was returning home from work.
He was beaten by the workers in the mine.
The adoptive father broke a leg.
He limped home.
Unexpectedly, at this time, a group of riders rode on the road.
The flaming horse came.
The leading officer waved his whip and lashed those who blocked the road in front of him.
"Untouchables, get out of the way."
The fiery horse did not slow down because there was someone in front of him.
His adoptive father noticed the movement behind him and looked back.
When he noticed it, he was limping and walking slowly towards the roadside.
But at this time, the fiery horse had already arrived in front of him, and the sergeant whipped him on the body.
A long wound continued to overflow with blood, soaking his white clothes that were originally soaked with sweat.
The flaming horses trampled on him mercilessly, one horse, ten horses, a hundred horses, and not a single sergeant stopped the flaming horses for a moment.
She was standing at the edge of the street, which was filled with citizens who originally walked in the middle of the road and then ran wildly and crowded on the roadside.
She heard a person in front of her say: "What a sin.
A good person is gone just like that."
Her face turned pale before she rushed forward and found that the man was her adoptive father.
The adoptive father, that incompetent yet somewhat honest man, lay lifeless on the ground.
When the adoptive mother heard the news, she was so sad that she almost collapsed.
She vowed at that time not to lose her mother again, but this shrewd woman did not want her husband, whom she had been dependent on all her life, to die inexplicably, so she took the team of non-commissioned officers to court.
"Can nobles act arbitrarily and trample on the lives of our common people?"
She heard the woman yelling so hard at another sergeant.
She was beside her adoptive mother.
She lost her father at such a young age.
She was very pitiful.
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Everyone, including the judge, gave her such a look of sympathy.
How sad Just such a sympathetic look can't change anything.
She watched the noncommissioned officer slap her mother hard on the face.
She wanted to rush out angrily.
She wanted to kill the noncommissioned officer.
Her mother held her tightly, with a hint of pleading in her eyes.
Uncle McCann next to her grabbed her and pulled her back.
The young and impudent woman finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The noncommissioned officer mocked maliciously: "Who are you?
We in the army are so anxious because of the urgent secret order from the royal family.
Anyone who blocks our journey, we have the right to bring him to justice."
When the adoptive mother heard this, her anger reached a new level.
As a woman, she could not raise this child independently.
She took the knife in her hand and tried hard to hurt the noncommissioned officer who spoke nonsense.
The sergeant did not expect that this woman would come openly like this.
If she did, his ears would be cut off alive by this woman.
The bright red piece of meat fell to the ground and jumped upward with a slight elasticity.
She watched everything in the courtroom blankly, her mother's blatant murder.
She had thought about this woman's fate, but she still couldn't believe it.
At that moment she felt that something important was lost.
So, the next moment, she saw with her own eyes that the angry sergeant, in full view of the public, took the saber at his waist and chopped off the kind woman's head.
The hot head suddenly rolled down from her neck, and her eyeballs Her eyes were bulging out, her eyes were wide open, and she seemed to be staring into death.
Her eyes were lifeless, and her hair was messy on the ground.
Rolling at the feet of the person in front of her, she saw that the extremely frightened woman was trembling all over, and the flesh on her face seemed to turn two cents white.
She saw the woman she once called Aunt Bella, gently using her feet to He kicked her mother in the head.
An Yiran was like a soul, watching everything that happened in the court and then seeing the woman's head.
She saw the sadness on that young loli's face.
Her soul seemed to have a pair of invisible feet, deeply rooted in the soil.
Then the little girl with two pigtails returned home alone.
At first, all the neighbors sympathized with her.
"Xiaoyou, come to our house for dinner today."
"Xiaoyou, I'll give you this pound of rice.
You can cook it yourself."
The owner of the barbecue restaurant opposite their house said.
At first, there were countless such kindnesses, but later, he probably got used to the existence of this orphan.
The adults gradually let go of their worries about her at first, but there was no need for anyone to owe anyone anything.
The neighborhood kids all around started to laugh at her and kept causing trouble in her house, as if they were sure that no one in this town would make decisions for this poor little girl.
Children's ignorance and innocence are sometimes the cruelest.
A boy dragged the little girl to the corner and stepped on her head.
A girl was riding on Yingyou's body, playing with her hair, and they poured a bucket of cold water on her body in the middle of winter.
Her clothes turned into ice cubes almost in the next second and became stiff.
Her skin was in contact with the frozen and stiff cloth.
In the end, Uncle McCann, who originally lived near her home, took her in and took Ying You in.
At home, she was given the warmest fire in the coldest winter.
An Yiran watched herself walking back step by step, feeling bitter in her heart.
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Her previous life was really miserable.
The little girl who was instantly melted by a fire walked into Uncle McCann's room step by step.
The girl with two braids had tears in her eyes.
"Thank you, Uncle McCann."
To be continued
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