The Villain’s Memories Revealed Chapter 2: Can I call you brother

Da Linguo, Bianguan Yucheng.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, heavy snow fell, and the ground was covered with a layer of snow.

A skinny boy with a livid face curled up under the eaves of the alleyway. His clothes were thin and shivering from the cold, and he held half a dry, moldy sesame seed tightly in his arms.

"It's so cold..."

He tossed and turned in a corner, trying to get some warmth.

Unfortunately, in the cold weather, resistance will not be of much use.

Not long after, the boy stood up tremblingly holding a wooden stick.

He glanced at the empty alleyway, then looked down at the broken bowl under his feet, and sighed: "Forget it, the new year is coming, and every family is celebrating the new year, so how can someone give me alms..."

I didn't have much hope at first, and the weather was cold and windy, so I didn't need to continue begging on the street at the risk of freezing to death.

The boy bent down to pick up the broken bowl, and walked out of the city against the velvet snow.

When I passed by a house, the lights inside were brightly lit, and there were laughter and laughter from the family reunion.

The boy stopped in the snow when he heard the sound. Through the crack of the door, he saw a family warming up by the fire, showing a lonely expression.

A moment later, the boy sighed softly, looked down at the half of the biscuits in his arms, and murmured: "It's Chinese New Year today, it seems I can't keep you."

The boy took out the biscuits in his arms and just opened his mouth to bite, when he suddenly noticed a figure lying in the snow not far away.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he stepped forward to take a look, and found that it was a little girl of six or seven years old.

The boy looked around, hesitated for a moment, then pretended not to see and walked away.

It was a time when there were wars and horses and chaos, and the people were struggling to survive, and it was also the season of heavy snowfall. As a beggar, it was extremely difficult for him to live by himself, and he didn't have the slightest spare energy to save people's lives.

But after walking not far, the boy stopped again, looking back with some confusion.

He struggled for a long time, but finally turned around and walked back.

The boy stretched out his finger to test the little girl's breath, and found that although the breath was weak, there was still a breath left.

He threw away the wooden stick, put the broken bowl in his arms, leaned over and picked up the girl with difficulty, and staggered out of the city.

Soon after, the boy carried the girl into a ruined temple outside the city.

"Girl, I lost half my life to save you."

The boy's face was pale and he was sweating profusely. Years of lack of nutrition made his body extremely weak, and he almost died suddenly on the way back with the girl in his arms.

The boy put the girl aside, skillfully lit a fire with flint, and then carried the girl to the fire to keep warm.

With the warmth of the flame, the face of the girl who was frozen to the point of death gradually improved.

After a while, the girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly, she slowly opened her eyes, and looked at the boy in a daze.

"This, where is this, who are you?"

The girl rubbed her eyes, as if she had just woken up.

The boy added a piece of firewood to the fire, and said with a wry smile, "I should ask you this question. You are dressed in brocade clothes. You should be a lady from a rich family. How could you faint in the snow without anyone knowing?" Help?"

"I can't remember, I, I..."

The girl tried her best to remember, but her head hurt when she remembered something.

The boy shook his head and persuaded: "Don't think about it if you can't remember it, don't embarrass yourself."

The girl's eyes were red, and she curled up hugging her knees.

"Daddy, mother..."

After all, he is a child of six or seven years old, and he started crying after not seeing his parents for a while.

The boy stepped forward and patted the **** the shoulder, and comforted him softly: "Don't be sad, your parents probably just encountered something, and they will definitely come to you..."

"Well, Dad and Mom are so nice, they will definitely come to see me!"

The girl wiped away her tears, sobbed and nodded.

The boy heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this, and asked with a smile, "By the way, my name is Jiang Zhige, and you, what's your name?"

The girl lowered her head slightly, and said sadly: "I can't remember, I just remember that my surname seems to be Nangong..."

"Isn't it? You don't even remember the name? How about this, I'll give you a name, a single name, Nangong Rou, how about it?"

Jiang Zhige blinked, he didn't know a few words, but he happened to see a soft character, and remembered it until now, but he didn't expect it to come in handy.

The girl clapped her hands happily when she heard the words, and said with a smile, "Okay, I have a name too!"

........

The outside world was in an uproar. Jiang Zhige, the devil emperor who was so powerful for nine days, was actually a beggar when he was a child?

"I knew that Fairy Nangong had a close relationship with the Devil Emperor before, but I never thought Fairy Nangong was named after the Devil Emperor."

"The Nangong Aristocratic Family was not weak back then, and Fairy Nangong would end up here, something must have happened."

"Wait, didn't you realize that Fairy Nangong would have froze to death in the snow if it hadn't been for the devil emperor to save her back then?"

"Hush! Fairy Nangong is still around..."

Hundreds of strong men in the hall were whispering, but because Nangongrou was not far away, they didn't dare to discuss Nangongrou's past loudly.

Nangongrou could hear these discussions, but she didn't pay much attention to them, and looked at the picture in the light and shadow with a confused face.

"Why, my memory of that year is so vague..."

Nangong Rou was in a state of confusion, she only knew that she and Jiang Zhige had known each other since they were young, but she had long forgotten that there was such a past.

Could it be because of practicing for thousands of years, some people can't remember what happened back then?

Qu Yun, who was beside him, saw that Nangongrou's expression was not right, and his heart skipped a beat, thinking that Nangongrou was just touching the scene.

"Xiaorou, the kindness of saving each other in the snow is respectable, but the revenge of betrayal and seizing the treasure can be repaid, and the revenge of killing one's father will never be reconciled in a lifetime."

"I know."

Nangong Rou's expression returned to calm, and he looked at Jiang Zhige in the center of the hall with disgust.

Qu Yun is right, the grace of saving life is certainly respectable, but the hatred of killing one's father cannot be forgotten no matter what.

Besides, the reason why Nangong Rou hates Jiang Zhige the most is not because she seized the treasure and killed her father, but because she was betrayed by Jiang Zhige when she trusted Jiang Zhige the most.

In the past, Nangong Rou would have questioned Jiang Zhige why Jiang Zhige could betray just one treasure, even at the expense of killing her and her father.

Now, Nangong Rou has already seen it, she and Jiang Zhige are destined to be enemies on opposite sides.

........

"Do you remember where your family lives?"

"I don't remember..."

Jiang Zhige showed helplessness, if Nangongrou still remembered where his home was, he might be able to take Nangongrou back.

Now that Nangongrou has lost his memory, the so-called parents don't know where they are, and I'm afraid they will stay with him for a while.

Nangongrou didn't notice Jiang Zhige's disturbance, and asked curiously, "How old are you?"

Jiang Zhige recalled, and counted with his fingers: "After this year, I should be nine years old~IndoMTL.com~ Nangong Rou's eyes lit up, and he asked a little excitedly: "Then you are older than me Two years old, can I call you brother? "

Jiang Zhige was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Nangongrou in a state of bewilderment.

"Can't you..."

Seeing this, Nangongrou was disappointed, thinking that Jiang Zhige disagreed.

Jiang Zhige came back to his senses, nodded with a smile and said: "Yes, of course, then you will be my sister from now on!"

Nangong Rou immediately danced happily, surrounding Jiang Zhige and calling her brother non-stop.

Jiang Zhige blushed, scratching his head, not knowing how to respond to Nangong Rou.

At this moment, Nangongrou's stomach suddenly made a gurgling sound.

She stopped moving and covered her stomach, and asked in a sticky voice, "Brother, I'm hungry, can we go eat?"

"Food... Let's go eat later, you should eat this first."

Jiang Zhige forced a smile, took out the half biscuit from his bosom and handed it to Nangongrou.

He was very fortunate in his heart, if he had eaten the biscuits at that time, now he would only be able to make Nangong Rou hungry.

As for food, Jiang Zhige has never had a serious meal since he was a child. In good times, he can beg for food on the side of the road, and in bad times, he can only dig tree roots and drink stream water to satisfy his hunger.

Nangongrou was really hungry, she took the biscuits and ate them all.

Jiang Zhige on the opposite side swallowed his saliva, but on the surface he pretended to be calm.

Nangong Rou was still unhappy after eating the biscuits, she pouted and asked, "Brother, this food is too unpalatable, I'm not full yet, can we go eat something delicious?"

"Don't worry, Rou'er, my brother will take you to eat after a while."

Jiang Zhige's expression froze slightly. To him, the biscuits, which were no different from delicacies from mountains and seas, turned unpalatable in Nangongrou's mouth.

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