Chapter 17:

? Xiaohua has been here for three days.
At this point she was separated from Cuilan Liuye and was arranged in this room.
The room was very big and simple, so it was a big shop, and there was no bed quilt on it. There were a dozen or so people in it, all of them big and small, all of them girls over ten and under eighteen.
Most of the people inside were dull, or else they cried with their heads closed, and the room was filled with a stagnation atmosphere that was so suffocating.
As soon as Xiaohua came here, she found a chase and lay down against the wall. She is no stranger to this kind of environment. She doesn't take up a lot of land as soon as possible, and will nest on the ground in the back.
Sure enough, the people in the room were crowded more and more, and the last one came to the ground.
This room is usually locked and will only be opened when Qian Yapo's men come to eat. Said it was for food, it was a meal a day, one hard-faced pie per person. If you are still hungry, you can bear it, and you want to eat it again, when you have food and water tomorrow.
There is a wooden barrel in the corner of the house, where everyone is conveniently there. The crowd was too crowded and there were no windows, so it was convenient to be in the house, and within two days this room was filled with a disgusting smell.
But even if the living environment is so difficult, bear with it, because you cannot resist, because you are a slave.
Living in such a dense space for a long time, many people who came in with dull faces slowly collapsed.
Weeping, making trouble, going out to eat or drink, we are greeted by only a few strong wives, and it is a one-off fight. It won't kill you or hurt you. They will also be in trouble if something goes wrong. It will only draw you with that kind of slender willow branch, making you jump in pain, but will not fall scars and dark wounds.
Of course, if you keep going, you will wait for the whip. At that time, no one would treat you with pity and fragrance, and it was n’t a ‘good seedling’, but was you making a lot of money? As long as the face is not hurt, Qian Yapo's group of people will not control you.
Then everyone stopped, and everyone would be afraid, including Xiaohua.
Because she was afraid, she didn't make trouble at the beginning, not to mention that she was not the first time in Qian Yapo's hands. She knew how to make herself less susceptible.
I was hungry and thirsty, but fortunately she hid two buns and secretly smashed a bit of mouth in the middle of the night without feeling hungry.
When a person is suppressed to a certain degree, but can't resist the powerful, the only thing left is to bully people who are weaker than themselves. Sometimes, human nature is so distorted.
There weren't many Chase Shops in the house. Twenty or so were squeezed on the shop, and the rest had no place but could only nest on the ground. The people nestled on the ground were not convinced, and they were humiliated in their hearts. When they came here, they were beaten and tortured and slept on the ground. Some tough characters couldn't help it.
"You, come down to me." Those who can't help will surely find the weak soft persimmon, which is beyond doubt.
If the soft persimmon is pinched honestly, then the following will happen continuously.
Sure enough, seeing the first one who couldn't help but bullied the weak into the Chase Shop, a few of them who couldn't sit still followed suit. Some soft persimmons were honestly squeezed, while others were rebellious, perhaps because they did not want to be grieved, or because they were in the heart, and then they pinched each other.
It is ugly for a woman to fight, nothing more than pulling her hair to scratch her face. He did n’t dare to move his face. Now everyone in this room sees that Qian Yapo ’s group has done things, not to mention they are afraid to scratch their faces and be sued. Walk around.
As soon as Xiaohua arrived here, she shrunk in the most corner of Datongpu, so some of the storm outside could not reach her temporarily.
She just looked at it, silently looked at it all, without saying a word.
Suddenly I felt that the scene before me was strange and familiar. The strangeness was because it was too long, and the familiarity was because she had experienced so many situations in her last life.
She came back to life and lived in Jinyanghoufu where she was dead for the rest of her life. The people around her are familiar with things. Many times she will have a sense of trance. The end of the previous life.
It was only after being sold here that Xiaohua had a sense of authenticity, and finally she was relieved.
This life finally broke away from the trajectory of the previous life, no matter what, at least she will never be killed by the staff in the Jinyang Temple as she did in the previous life.
Do not break up, do not know whether it is the situation in front of you? The kind of tenacity covered by vanity that had been buried in her bones since her last life was sold into Houfu, I don't know when to return to her.
Scenes of scenes blurring in her memory for a long time appeared in her mind-
That was when she was a few years old, and it seemed she could not remember. I just remember that before I went to Jinyang Houfu, I changed so many main houses, and there were always a few people who would bully her young. Big bullies small, hard bullies soft, it seems that those people can vent their anger on others-
"You really are a little flower that can't be stepped on, even if it's so badly practiced ..."
Why is she dying? Alive is her instinct!
"Why don't you cry? You don't cry because of scolding you, you're really a mean child!"
Why cry? If you cried, would n’t you laugh so hard and feel more comfortable?
...
All sorts of scolding and insults have been suffered by her until she grows up slowly.
It was also because of the pain and suffering in her life that she would be so full of energy that she wanted to be an adult, and she wanted to stop suffering. It's a pity that people are too stupid and not enough to see the end.
But the combined experience of the two lifetimes also taught a lot of flowers to survive. She knows when she can resist and when she can't. When she shouldn't resist, she has always been rebellious. When she can resist, she will never let herself be wronged.
For example at this time-
Xiaohua raised her head and looked at the man who let her down. It seems that the body is too small and will be pinched by people as soft persimmons.
For this kind of fierce people, Xiaohua always knows how to deal with it. She didn't speak, just looked at her, saw her uneasy, and then said: "Go!"
The man went away immediately.
Xiaohuafu buried his head again.
Yes, she hasn't died after so many experiences, she must be alive in this life.

After spending a few more days in this depressive room, Xiaohua's talents were and driven out into the carriage.
The carriage is very large and contains a dozen people. Everyone found their own place and fell down.
Seeing the open space, Xiaohua was puzzled. Such as Qian Yapo, but never make the most of it, there is absolutely no waste space, can bring one is one. But she was immediately puzzled, because another person was placed in this car, a comatose girl.
The remaining open space was just enough to lie down.
After Qian Yapo ordered people to put people in, her eyes moved, and she finally settled on Xiaohua.
"You are responsible for watching her until she wakes up."
Xiaohua didn't say anything, just nodded.
The carriage door was closed again, and Xiaohua carefully put the unconscious girl's head on her knees. Because the hands were tied, she moved very hard. The reason why she did this was that the girl was wrapped in white cloth on her head. Put on some, so as not to hurt it.
The carriage began to dangle forward, and Xiaohua lowered her head to look at the unconscious person leaning on her lap.
The girl was about 15 or 6 years old, she was very watery, her skin was fair and delicate, she felt a faint wind between her eyebrows, she was wearing a coarse cloth, and she didn't fit her well. .
She glanced at her fingers again, and there was no thin cocoon as expected.
Xiaohua jumped in her heart and lost her smile. What does it have to do with her?
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The days in the carriage are very hard. The place is too small and the legs can't be stretched. Even if you are hungry, both size and size are troublesome. Because it is convenient for the carriage to stop once during the day, if you want to be more convenient, you endure to get off at the night when Qian Yapo convoy is sharp.
Qian Yapo's fleet is very long this time. There are about a dozen carriages and several cages. I don't know where these people are selling.
On the third day, the unconscious girl woke up.
Seeing that she knew she was shocked and sad when she was sold, Xiaohua couldn't help comforting her.
She can only help her, and the rest depends on what she thinks. After all, people are alive, not relying on other people's words, but on whether their inner strength is strong enough, or whether they have the tenacity.
If not, she doubts that this girl who had been respected and looked good can hold it.
Xiaohua thought that she would see her heartbroken crying, collapse, and hysteria. After all, her appearance was so weak that she couldn't help but wind up. At first glance, she grew up. However, she didn't expect her heart to be completely inconsistent with her appearance. Not only did she quickly recover her composure, she also had the courage to find money and teeth to eat.
Surprisingly, Qian Yapo actually gave an exception, Xiaohua once again affirmed the idea in her heart.
People's vitality is very vigorous, even in desperate circumstances can be clenched to persevere.
Day by day, Xiao Hua saw the girl's eyes from dim to bright, and finally filled with an inexplicable light.
She likes those things because she saw a glimmer of hope in this dead car. Even if she knew in her heart that even without these, her little flowers would be able to survive, but seeing this, she couldn't even bear the feeling of tears in her eyes.
That feeling is strange, what is it? Xiaohua wondered.
The girl told her her name, which was beautiful and called Qingwan.
Every time someone introduces herself to her, Xiaohua always sighs the niceness of others' names and the tackyness of her name, but she never thought of changing her name.
In the past, every time it was resold, even if the main house gave her a very elegant name last time, it would be abandoned by her the next time it was resold, and she still told others that she was a little flower, a small wilderness flower.
This last sentence she never complained to others.
Qing Wan is a very special girl, which is inconsistent with her weak appearance.
She was very alert and cautious. Xiaohua smiled bitterly and felt that she seemed to see her intention.
She actually wanted to run away! ?
After watching for a few days, Xiaohua affirmed her guess. She couldn't help but wonder whether she wanted to order her or not?
After hesitating for two days, Xiaohua finally couldn't help but talk to Qing Wan about her own experience and the world outside.
She didn't want to persuade her, just wanted to tell her the true side of the world outside, and then let her choose.
Run away? If it's really easy to escape, she would have ran long ago. Will anyone sell it again and again, already sold five times?
Not to mention the tight guards in Qian Yapo's convoy, the barren mountains and mountains, and the outside world can't survive with a weak female stream. Better to live on the street, the bad thing is that he was kidnapped and sold into the pickled place. Especially the kind of nice girl who grows long and hard to walk outside.
Not to mention that she was used to slavery, but she knew in her heart that even being slaves to slaves was better than moving away from the outside. Perhaps it would be better to be slaves to slaves in the end.
Qing Wan looked at her from a good family. In the past, she did n’t have a second door, but a young lady who did n’t make it.
But Qing Wan did not say that Xiaohua did not ask. Everyone has their own secret, and so is she.
The carriage continued to move forward, taking away the respective sorrows brought away by suffering, but no matter what, people always have to live. ?