My Sword Has a Way

Seeing that the girl was in a low mood, Xu Zhian stood there for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

The boy turned around and closed the door, and the room immediately became much warmer.

"Miss Jiang, I..."

The young man hesitated for a long time, and said anxiously: "If Miss Jiang blames you, then I will apologize to you. The situation was really critical at that time, and I did not take advantage of others' misfortune. Don't be sad."

When the girl heard these words, she turned her head slightly and seemed to hear a faint sobbing sound.

Seeing this, Xu Zhian became even more anxious: "Miss Jiang, don't cry. I... I'll be out right now. You can rest in peace. If you need help, just shout, I'll be next door."

The young man turned around and was about to get the straw fur coat behind the door, but the girl slowly sat up, wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "Who is crying? I, Jiang Ying, am not the kind of person who can't tell right from wrong. I just missed my mother for a moment."

The young man's face lit up: "I'm glad you're not angry. I really didn't mean it..."

Before Xu Zhian could finish his words, the girl's face turned serious and she interrupted him, "Speak again!"

Xu Zhian shut up immediately, and held back the rest of the sentence for a long time before swallowing it back into his stomach.

The young man said quickly, "Today is New Year's Eve, Miss Jiang, you should be happy. I heard from the old people in the village that if you smile at the beginning and end of the year, you will have good luck all year round."

The girl looked at Xu Zhian's serious expression and curled her lips and said, "Today is New Year's Eve. It's gone by so fast."

Xu Zhian scratched his head, not knowing what the girl meant.

The girl got out of bed carefully, and suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, which made her frown.

Seeing this, Xu Zhian hurried forward to support the girl: "You are injured, and recently..."

Xu Zhian was talking when he suddenly saw the girl's unhappy expression and quickly changed his words, "It's better to move around recently."

The girl raised her lips and said, "Thank you, Xu Zhian."

The young man smiled gently: "You said that we are friends, so I, Xu Zhian, will definitely save you. Even if you wake up and blame me for meddling in your affairs, I will still save you without hesitation."

Jiang Ying nodded, looked at the sincere face of the young man in front of her, and chuckled.

This was the first time Xu Zhian saw the girl smile. Her eyes were half-curved like the moon in the sky, a fairy from heaven descending to the mortal world.

For a moment, the boy stood there in a daze.

The girl frowned slightly: "Does it look good?"

Xu Zhian nodded, then quickly shook his head: "I..."

The girl chuckled again: "Your New Year's Eve dinner today is very sumptuous."

Xu Zhian quickly helped the girl sit on the straw mat in front of the window, then he busied himself with arranging the food, and then he sat facing the woodshed, muttering devoutly: "Kitchen God, my surname is Zhang, a bowl of cold water and three incense sticks. This year you have a hard time, but next year you will have more candy."

The girl looked at the boy with a puzzled look on her face. When he finished speaking, she asked curiously, "Today is New Year's Eve. Isn't it the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month that we worship the Kitchen God?"

The young man said with embarrassment, "I was very poor before, and there wasn't much food at home. I had to live frugally after the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month, in order to save enough food for New Year's Eve, so that I could make a good meal to worship the Kitchen God. Another reason why I put it on New Year's Eve was that I was afraid that the Kitchen God would blame me for not having a good meal, and that I would have a harder time next year. Although the food on New Year's Eve wasn't that good, the Kitchen God never seemed to blame me and didn't starve me to death."

After hearing this, the girl also looked sad: "I was the same when I was a child. I went to a faraway place when I was four years old. My mother didn't come to take me home until I was eight years old. Before I was eight years old, I also lived under the roof of others. At that time, I was young and didn't feel it was hard. I just cried occasionally."

The boy nodded. He was the same. Although he was not living under someone else's roof, he was always worried that his adoptive mother would think he was a burden and abandon him. So he was very sensible when he was very young. He never made his adoptive mother angry. He did all the work and swallowed all the grievances.

The girl looked at Xu Zhian in a daze and asked softly, "What about your parents?"

Xu Zhian smiled slightly, a little bitterly: "I have never seen my parents, and I don't know what they look like. They were killed not long after I was born."

The girl frowned when she heard it: "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

The young man waved his hand and said, "It's okay. You didn't know it before. There is a saying that goes 'Ignorance is the least of malice.'"

"So you are an orphan?" the girl said with sympathy.

Xu Zhian nodded, then shook his head: "I have a younger sister. Although she is not my biological sister, she is closer to me than my biological sister."

The girl smiled and said, "Where is your hometown?"

Xu Zhian replied: "It's a small mountain village in Yunzhou County of Daliang State with about 200 households, but I don't like it very much."

The girl asked curiously, "Are you always bullied?"

Xu Zhian nodded: "Not really, it's just that the people there speak rudely and their hearts are not very good. Except for my next-door neighbor and an old Taoist priest, the people there don't like me. Some even say that I am a jinx."

The boy seemed to feel a little inferior when he finished speaking, and the slight relief he had shown before was unable to sustain this sentence.

The girl quickly comforted him, "You are actually quite amazing. You and your sister were able to grow up safely. You are much more amazing than me. If I were you, I would have starved to death a long time ago."

Hearing the girl's approval, Xu Zhian smiled and felt a little embarrassed: "Actually, I just want to live. I have never dreamed of becoming rich. On the contrary, I am not hungry now."

The girl smiled and said, "If you're not hungry, then I'm going to be hungry."

The young man finally reacted when he heard this, so he picked up his chopsticks and said, "Miss Jiang, Happy New Year's Eve."

The girl smiled faintly: "Xu Zhian, Happy New Year's Eve"

Then the girl muttered: "It would be better if there was wine."

Xu Zhian quickly took out a jar of Spring Thunder and placed it at his feet. The girl frowned when she saw this and said, "Xu Zhian, you don't seem to be able to finish your drink, right?"

The young man shook his head: "You can finish it. You are not feeling well now and you are not suitable for drinking."

The girl said unhappily, "Do you want me to regret it?"

The boy smiled bitterly: "Don't drink too much."

The young man said impatiently: "You are so nagging, just like my mother."

Xu Zhian smiled awkwardly and poured a small bowl of Chunlei for the girl.

Xu Zhian looked at the girl eating and felt in a good mood for some reason. He couldn't help but think of his younger sister, who must have eaten much more than he did on New Year's Eve.

The boy ate white rice and looked out the window. The bright moon, which never lost its corner, still emitted a cold white light.

Suddenly I couldn't help but think of a figure.

"Xu Zhian, can I spend New Year's Eve with you guys using a sweet potato? I heard from people in the city that the wandering ghosts on New Year's Eve will look for orphans without families to spend New Year's Eve with. I...I don't want to spend New Year's Eve with ghosts."