Article 723

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After doing this, all the money will be gone and she will not be able to return to Xiangtan. But Duan Yihan was sitting in the abandoned woodshed, looking at the little guy holding his fingers and giggling at him, but he felt very happy and peaceful.

She has always been a contented person.

"What should I call you?"

The child is babbling and cannot speak.

Duan Yihan lit a fire, hugged his child by the fire pit to keep warm, and teased him.

When the child laughs, she laughs too.

The fire was burning flickeringly, and the house was poor and dilapidated, but because of this fire, she felt extremely warm. She rubbed his little face, making him kick his little feet and laugh out loud.

She thought for a while and said, "Otherwise, I'll call you Ran'er."

Mo Ran sucked her fingers and looked at her with dark eyes.

Duan Yihan's face seemed to be lonely for a moment: "I don't know what your surname should be. You can't be named Nangong, but you can't have the surname of A Niang either. The surname A Niang was given to me by the nun in Lefang. You follow me. There’s always something weird... I’ll just call you Ran’er, okay?”

Mo Ran smashed his fingers cheerfully, without nodding or shaking his head.

"Xiao Ran'er, when spring starts, we will go back to Xiangtan." Duan Yihan stroked his soft fetal hair, "Mom can play the pipa and dance. There is a girl Xun there, she is my good sister. , I must like you very much. You should be good and learn to call me aunt as soon as possible... Well, forget it, she has a bad temper. You should learn to call me sister. When you meet, you must say good things to Sister Xun, so that you can have candy. do you know?"

She held his soft and young fingers and said gently.

"Ran'er, just wait a little longer. Winter will pass soon. When spring is warm and the flowers bloom, we will go home."

But this winter is still too long after all.

That year was a year of disaster, and the lower cultivation world was full of sneaks. Linyi was heavily fortified and ordinary people were strictly prohibited from entering and exiting, so Duan Yihan had no way to leave.

She went to work in a shop to earn some money to support her family. But there is no airtight wall in the world. I don’t know who revealed her husband’s romantic history to Nangong Yan’s wife. In short, not long after, the bun shop where Duan Yihan was employed kicked her out without any reason.

From then on, Duan Yihan was ostracized and could not find a living in Linyi, so he had to beg as a performer with his young son. Several times, she sang softly a cappella on the street, while Nangong Yan, dressed in bright clothes, followed by a lot of people, walked past her.

He felt guilty and wanted to avoid her.

In fact, there is no need for him to do this. Although Duan Yihan is weak, she has a certain pride. She just sings Xiangtan songs and does not even look at this man. She will not cry to her former lover in the street, why is he doing this? So heartless and untrustworthy.

In fact, he didn't understand how proud this pipa girl was.

"Look at her face full of tears, her clothes are ragged, her face is kind, and she doesn't recognize her face when we meet by a stranger, why is she staring at me?"

Someone passed by her and threw a coin to her.

She was just like the magnificent Lady of Music Fairy back then, lowering her eyes for blessings and saying softly: "Thank you for your kindness, sir."

The days went by like this day by day, with the war in the lower realms endless, Linyi stood on the wall and watched, and the wall of rejection was always erected high.

This is five years.

Mo Ran is five years old.

One day, Nangong Yan had a quarrel with his wife and was upset, so he wandered around the West Market. The weather was fine that day. He put his hands behind his hands and looked at the jewelry shops and pastry shops one after another with a lack of interest. There is also an old man playing chess under the big banyan tree.

Linyi has always been a blessed place, so what does it matter how many people died in the Lower Cultivation Realm? They have been singing and dancing here for hundreds of years.

Nangong Yan walked over to watch the elders play chess.

He was traveling in regular clothes, so no one could recognize him, so he cheerfully gave advice and advice, which finally made the elders so annoyed that they chased him away.

Nangong Yan was flabbergasted and felt unhappy. He walked a few steps forward and stood under a big tree again, looking at a gold-embroidered birdcage hanging on the branch. The embroidered-eyed bird in the cage was chirping crisply.

Perhaps it was because the sunshine was so beautiful that it made people feel soothing. Nangong Yanli was thinking under the tree, and suddenly he thought of the gentle and gentle girl in Xiangtan Tower more than five years ago.

He tilted his head, teased the embroidered bird, and said, "Hey, can you sing Xiang opera?"

Of course the embroidered bird cannot sing, but it chirps to itself.

Nangong Yan sighed and hummed the ditty that Duan Yihan had sung countless times in his ears many years ago.

Suddenly, I heard a clear voice behind me, and someone was chanting softly like water: "The clouds are low in the wilderness and the wind is cold, and the sky is filled with ice and snow that seals the wells." The voice is like pearls and jade, and the necklace is jingling.

He suddenly looked back as if he was in another world.

Because he had been deliberately avoiding her, he had not seen her for a long time. At this moment, across the bustling downtown and the people coming and going, he suddenly saw that slender and gentle woman - like all these years, he had not seen her before. In the dream where I dare to speak to my wife.

He met her again.

Duan Yihan brought a frail child, mother and son, standing on the street. She lowered her eyes and sang a song that no one could buy for money in the past, hoping to win the mercy of passing gentlemen and a meal.

She sang softly: "There are tens of millions of people walking on this big road in front of the mountains and small roads behind the mountains..."

Countless people came and went in front of her, but no one stayed for her.

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