Vampire cute baby tomb robber

The capital sits north and south, crosses east and west, and is extremely prosperous.

There are many small villages in the direction from the capital to the border town (now in Hebei). These villages are generally hidden in the mountains and forests that are not high, and they are much poorer than the capital.

At noon, the winter sun was shining brightly, and in the thatched cottage with a strong rice fragrance, a man was fiddling with the wooden table. When his eyes swept over the kang, his eyes lit up: "Are you awake?"

When Mo Niang opened her eyes, she saw a very pretty face.

It looks good because that person's eyes are clear and bright, black and white are distinct.

The man was wearing a linen coat, with straight long legs and a clean face.

Glancing at Mo Niang, she quickly moved away, very young.

The light in the room is not very good, probably because of the thatched cottage, it is indescribably poor.

But the quilt covered was very soft and had a pleasant smell of green grass.

Mo Niang knew that it was the residual warmth left by the sun.

This house is too simple, apart from the necessary tables and chairs, there is not even a decent wardrobe.

Mo Niang stretched out her hand and pressed her drowsy head, she thought she was dead.

But now it seems not.

Because she still knows that her hand hurts...

"Don't move!" The man pressed her wrist in a hurry, and said with a flushed face, "You can't move, your hand is hurt."

Mo Niang put her eyes on her arm, it was just red and swollen, but if he said she couldn't move, she shouldn't.

The man seemed to have realized something, and quickly let go of Mo Niang's hand, and stood up all of a sudden: "I, I'm going to serve you porridge. I made porridge."

To be honest, that bowl of porridge was really not that good, anyway, it looks bad.

It is said to be porridge, but there are not a few grains of rice in it, but a lot of worthless old sweet potatoes, which are boiled and float on the water.

When the man brought it over, he seemed to be a little helpless, and even his face showed a look of embarrassment.

Mo Niang lowered her eyes, took the bowl, and took a few sips from the colorless porcelain bowl.

Only then did the man smile, with bright eyes and bright teeth.

Mo Niang finished all the porridge, not because she was hungry, but because she didn't want to let others down.

The man looked at the empty bowl, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened. At first, he thought that the other party would not eat what he brought over. After all... After all, just by looking at her clothes, you can tell which family she must be from, I just don't know what happened...

"I, I've been afraid that you won't wake up, so I asked the doctor in the village to show you." The man seemed to think of something, and suddenly said, rubbing his hands on the robe: "The doctor said your body I'm too weak, I need to drink more warm..."

Mo Niang nodded, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, she tilted her head to listen to the man's inarticulate words.

It turned out that she was picked up from the ruins by him.

Before dawn, he went to the city to exchange firewood and the bacon he made for some money, but he didn't expect to see a dead body on the street.

In fact, he was not the only one who saw the corpse, but also Lao Zhang and the others who went with him.

After all, the big bullock carts are not always available, unless it is a holiday, the people in the village will carpool together.

They also didn't expect that after sending the things into the city, when they came out again, they would run into the dying demon lady not long after walking.

Others don't want this kind of trouble.

He reacted the fastest, and he wanted to save someone when he found out that the devil girl was still angry.

Lao Zhang and the others persuaded him: "Know people, know their faces, but don't know their hearts, don't save people and save them from trouble."

He hesitated a little, then why did he go back again.

Probably her posture, legs slightly bent, curled up in a corner, lonely, like himself...

He didn't know how to describe the feeling in his heart at that time, anyway, he picked her back.

only……

"Where is your home? Is it in the capital?" The man said seriously: "If it is in the capital, I can get up early tomorrow and ask Lao Zhang and his cart for you."

Mo Niang paused for arranging her sleeves, and her eyes grew longer.

The man was not in a hurry, he just waited for her answer. Seeing that she didn't speak, he reached out to put away the chopsticks and bowls, walked over again, and looked at her with clear eyes.

Mo Niang raised her head with a smile on her face: "My home is indeed in the capital, but I don't want to go back yet."

"I don't want to go back..." The man didn't know what it meant: "Don't everyone want to go home?"

Mo Niang looked at him with a faint smile, and said in a calm tone, "There is no one in my house, and I will be on my own when I go back."

The man was taken aback, and blurted out: "Then let's live here first, I also celebrate the New Year alone."

After finishing speaking, the man's face turned red quickly. In ancient times, it was not like in modern times. Even if it is a more open folk style, it is inevitable that people will be misunderstood.

The man obviously regretted it and was thinking about how to explain it.

I heard Mo Niang say: "Okay."

Not procrastinating, frank and natural, it eliminates the embarrassment of men very well.

Mo Niang pulled the quilt: "After chatting for so long, I still don't know your name."

"Huh? Me? My name is Jing Boran..."

Mo Niang smiled and said, "That's a good name."

It is indeed better than A Niu and Xiao Shou in the village.

Jing Boran was proud of his name and straightened his body.

Mo Niang said again: "Then, Mr. Jing..."

Jing Boran has never been called that by anyone since he was a child, and his hands and feet froze for a while: "Yes..."

"I won't be able to get out of bed for a couple of days, please take care of me in the future." Mo Niang said so gracefully.

What Jing Boran admires the most is people who read a lot, so now he looks at Mo Niang with a look of admiration.

If you ask him why he thinks Mo Niang reads a lot, he can't tell why, but he feels that the woman in front of him is not an ordinary person...

……

In this way, Mo Niang lived in this remote village.

Fortunately, although Jing Boran's house is dilapidated, there are two rooms, one of which was used for cooking.

Jing Boran was afraid that it would be inconvenient for Mo Niang to live in, so he tidied up that room, with a piece of sackcloth stretched in the middle, and used it for cooking and sleeping at the same time, and he was not picky.

It's just that sometimes I can't help but stare at the devil girl in a daze.

He has no dirty thoughts.

It's just that this person looks very expensive, but he can do all the dirty work in his hands.

When Jing Boran saw her take out the quilt to dry for the first time, his eyes were dumbfounded.

He felt that her hand was not suitable for holding a wooden stick, but a writing brush, which was the kind that cost several taels of silver.

Mo Niang just smiled, and didn't explain much: "I like the quilt after drying, it makes people feel warm when covered."

So, Jing Boran once again worshiped in his heart, looked up at the devil girl with those beautiful eyes, and said in his heart, people who read a lot are good.

Yeah!

If you want them to say it, they will say it is warm.

Look at people, warm!

What a good use of words!

Mo Niang didn't know what he was thinking, but she felt that Jing Boran's eyes were so focused... penetrating!

"What are you going to eat today?" Mo Niang put the wooden stick aside, even though she was dressed in linen and coarse cloth, she couldn't hide her unique temperament.

Only then did Jing Boran realize that it was time to eat, so he went into the room and cut a few pieces of pickled cucumber strips, and walked out with a small bench and a small wooden table.

Since the devil girl came, he stopped eating in the room. Although there are two rooms in the room, it is very small. In addition, there is an extra bed in the room, and if the table is put down to eat, it will definitely look crowded. .

The yard is good, the yard is bright and bright, the cold is a little bit cold, but the air is good, the sun hits the body, and it is comfortable.

It's just that the food on the wooden table is too simple. There is no porridge with a few grains of rice, or even white flour buns. There are only two roasted sweet potatoes with a pile of pickled cucumbers.

In the past, Jing Boran didn't feel anything when he ate by himself.

Now he watched the devil girl swallow those things without moving her expression, and felt that she couldn't go on like this.

The doctor explained that she is weak and needs to eat more good food.

This has been eating sweet potatoes and white water for three days in a row, no wonder her complexion is not getting better...

Jing Boran silently gnawed at the sweet potato in his hand, with a serious face, not knowing what he was thinking.

But Mo Niang still saw his strangeness.

In the past few days, Jing Boran always said something at the dinner table. Although she didn't care what he said, some noises were good.

Jing Boran was too quiet today.

Sure enough, after eating, instead of chopping firewood with an ax as usual, he took a piece of bacon and walked towards the house next door.

The Mo Niang didn't ask anything, but her eyes showed a sense of clarity.

The aunt next door is neither a good nor a bad person, but she likes to order Jing Boran around, and she often asks him to do this and that, very confidently.

Now that Jing Boran brought bacon here, he thought it was Chinese New Year, and the one who came to give gifts laughed all over his face: "Hey, isn't this Xiaoran, come in and sit down!"

"Aunt Li, I won't go in." Jing Boran didn't expect to be treated so enthusiastically, and his attitude became casual: "I want to exchange something with you, can I exchange my bacon for your half chicken?"

When Aunt Li heard that the bacon was not given to her for nothing, but was exchanged, the smile on her face disappeared immediately, and her tone became sarcastic: "You want to exchange half a chicken for me with just a little bacon from my family? The chicken has to be saved until the [-]th day!"

"I know, I know." Jing Boran reassured: "It's really not possible, half and half are fine."

Aunt Li leaned over to look at him, and curled her lips: "I said, Xiao Ran, you came to ask for chicken to feed that woman."

Jing Boran nodded: "The doctor said that she is weak and must drink some chicken soup and fish soup. In this winter, I don't know where to get fish, so I can only trouble Aunt Li."

Aunt Li sneered: "I don't know where it came from, but you confessed like a baby. Be careful and look back, she lied to you."

Mo Niang listened quietly in the corner, curled her lips into a smile, maybe it was time to leave.

Originally, she thought that with Jing Boran's cowardly temperament, she would definitely answer "yes" in embarrassment.

But she didn't expect to hear a clear voice: "She's not that kind of person."

Aunt Li saw that she had good intentions, but the other party did not listen to her persuasion, and the sarcasm in her tone became even more serious: "Why? Are you interested in him? Or say that this foreigner is not familiar with him, Aunt Li, I told you How many girls in the village, you don't want to, now it's better, hurry up and get closer."

Jing Boran was so angry that he was panting heavily, he just wanted to ask her to exchange some chicken, but she didn't want to exchange it for him, and he didn't say anything, why did he bury him like this?

He also said that the man was so unbearable.

Jing Boran clenched his hands tightly, his mouth was really stupid, his face was flushed red, and he didn't say a word from his mouth.

Until Mo Niang came over and said to him with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "Bo Ran, go back."

When she was talking, she straightened Jing Boran's collar and looked back at Aunt Li: "Thank you Aunt Li for taking care of Boran, but Aunt Li always pushes some lame and crooked girls towards Boran. , I don’t know what’s the idea?”

"Thoughts?" Aunt Li glanced at them disdainfully: "For a poor and white man like Xiao Ran, if a girl is willing to marry him, it's just to give him face, so what else would he choose!"

Hearing this, Mo Niang raised her eyes and slowly glanced at Aunt Li.

Those eyes are extremely cold!

Aunt Li didn't know why, under such gaze, she actually had the urge to run away.

It would be a lie to say that she was not surprised. She had lived most of her life, and this was the first time she knew what it meant to be powerful without being angry.

Mo Niang took a step forward, and said unhurriedly: "I don't know if Aunt Li has heard a sentence, 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor. No one can predict where a person will go. Boran is kind, motivated, and loyal. Even though he is poor, he has never asked others for anything. What he eats in his hands is earned with his own hands. What about you? You give to others Being a matchmaker is just to collect some money. I believe that Boran should have rejected you before, but you still pushed those girls towards him. Aunt Li, I didn’t come before, you can bully him to be honest, now I’m here , if you really want to reason, call all the people in this village and talk about it to see who is right and who is wrong."

Naturally, Aunt Li didn't dare to call all the villagers over, so she just slammed the door with a sullen face, obviously very angry.

Jing Boran was a little dumbfounded. He has lived in the village for so many years, and it was the first time he saw someone who could make Aunt Li tremble with anger. You must know that in this village, Aunt Li is famous for being an unforgiving The lord of people, walks sideways everywhere, very unreasonable, how many people suffer from being dumb in front of her, I didn't expect...

Jing Boran turned his head, and when he looked at Mo Niang, those eyes could no longer be described as adoration, little stars were about to start shining in them!

The demon girl was watched... her scalp is numb...

To the readers: Please don’t misunderstand Qu Luo, he didn’t find a substitute. At that time, Mo Niang understood that Qu Luo was looking for her shadow from back then. Four thousand words are combined into one chapter, plus Geng, let me say one more thing, this Jing Boran, It's not what you think... (And you know what we're thinking, squint!) Well, smooth, Ann.