long-cherished wish

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([-]) Juvenile

In the second year of Jianwen, Jinling, autumnal equinox.

Recently, outsiders can be frequently seen on the streets, most of them are refugees pouring into the city, coups in the court, struggles for royal power, and the victims are always weak and ordinary people.

Across the street from Yuexi Building, the refugees who could not be resettled begged along the street in order to make a living. Among the begging crowd, there was only a lone ragged boy sitting alone in the corner like a wooden stake, looking so out of place, obviously guarding him lofty.

A hand like an ice sculpture was placed in front of the boy through countless pairs of coveted eyes.

The boy stared at the hot steamed buns in front of him, stayed for a while, then raised his eyes.

The four eyes met, but the young man felt a "buzz" in his mind, and his thoughts froze at that moment.

He has never seen such a pair of eyes that are more beautiful than the crescent moon. The gentleness is full of melancholy, and the clarity is embedded with a ray of resentment. His slovenly figure is covered by the unique bright moon in this world. He even Ashamed, he didn't dare to look at her, lowered his head, and didn't take the steamed bun in her hand.

"Where you are, don't you still need to survive?" The woman said lightly, and suddenly took the boy's hand, and put the steamed bun into his palm, "It's just that the methods are different. Fate is the most important thing."

She sighed softly, full of sobs, which seemed to reflect the hidden thoughts in her heart.

When the boy came back to his senses, the woman had already left.

"Snapped"!

With a slap, the snow-white steamed bun rolled down to the ground, rolling twice, covered with mud.

"Why don't you pick it up and eat it?" The strange tramp grinned in front of the boy, with poison in his eyes, "Do you think it is dirty? Smelly?"

The boy didn't move, nor did he look up at him.

The poison in the tramp's eyes deepened: "Isn't it because you don't want to beg? Why do you accept alms from a beautiful girl?"

The boy still had no intention of responding.

Burning with anger, the vagabond grabbed the young man by the collar, angrily stared at him and said:

"Boy, I've seen a lot of people who put on airs like you. Since you want to die, don't accept other people's charity. Do you want to sit back and enjoy the success while being noble?"

The young man was forced to look at him, looking at the vicious face in front of him, he felt nauseated, wishing he could scratch it to pieces.

"Why, you still want to kill me?" The vagabond already understood the meaning in his eyes, and smiled viciously, "Come on, let me show you your ability, let me see your ability?"

With the hand behind his back, the young man faintly pulled out the hidden dagger from his cuff at this moment. Those who stayed at the side fell silent, and no one made a sound to stop it.

People seemed to be waiting for a good show, but after a while of confrontation, the boy drew out his dagger hand, and for some reason, quietly took it back.

Disappointment has been expressed.

"If you don't want to die, don't let me see you again! Bah!..."

The vagabond Han Chao spat at the boy's side, then loosened his grip on his collar, and left resentfully as if the provocation had failed, not forgetting to shout at the onlookers.

At this moment, two figures came from the crowd, a young man and a middle-aged man.

There are many people walking through the streets of Jinling every day, but the arrival of these two people makes the neighborhood virtually separated by a unique aura. Among the hurried passers-by, they seem to be an insurmountable and out-of-the-ordinary existence.

The young man stopped in front of the young man, squatted down, stared at the young man's dusty side face, and said in a low voice, "The dagger hidden in the cuff is not owned by ordinary civilians, it must be from a rich family."

The young man's voice was clear, with a kind of affinity. The young man's brows moved slightly, but his eyes remained silent.

The young man suddenly sat down beside him, ignored the mud marks on the ground, and said: "I just had a chance to strike, why did I suddenly give up? As long as you stab him down, even if the person who humiliated you does not die, he will be severely disabled."

The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, and then he said, "There are many people like him in the world. First, I can't kill them all. Second, I don't want to be a sight in others' eyes. Third, he doesn't deserve it."

The three words were astonishing, the young man was impressed, his eyes lingered on his green cheeks for a long time, and said: "Have you thought about how to survive in the future?"

The young man said nothing, just remained silent.

"Come to my place. Although it's just an inn at the moment, it might become a restaurant with a lot of people in the future." The young man looked at the young man's gloomy face, and said in a soft tone, "People always need a place to stay."

The young man trembled slightly, raised his eyes, and looked at the young man for a moment. The young man smiled slightly, and directed his gaze to the back not far away. There, the middle-aged man who came with the young man looked at the young man with a very winking look. Nodding, showing respect.

The author has something to say: "Long-cherished wishes" is a novel with only about 10,000+ words. This week, three chapters will be released first to introduce the background of the story. The main text will be updated during the winter vacation, and one chapter will be updated every day. needs time.

I have to clear the mine. Although this article focuses on Lily, due to the special status of the heroine, there will also be BG lines, but not many, and it will not affect the overall sense. In addition, the style of writing is indeed martial arts, so don’t be confused by the prologue...

☆、Prologue [-]

([-]) Residual flowers

October, East Street.

The well-dressed middle-aged man and the gray-clothed boy paced among the passers-by, with an unknown smile on the corner of their mouths, and they seemed to sigh: "Look at the begging Hanako over there, aren't they all refugees who fled from the north? Jinling can give them protection, what will happen?"

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