Chapter 720: Past six years ago
Because the New Year is about to come, these few days, her dreams are all scenes of playing with her mother.
So, as soon as she opened the door, she asked, "Master, is my mother here?"
At the end of the conversation, she suddenly saw the backpack in Master's hand.
That style seems to be used by children.
She blinked and asked, "Master, what is this? Is my mother not coming? Is this a gift from her?"
Master Songya showed a distressed look in his eyes, touched the thirteen-year-old disciple with his cocoon-covered big hand, and said warmly: "Your mother is busy, she asked your brother Bai to pick you up."
Qian Miao showed a curious look: "But didn't Da Bai just come to see me in March of this year?"
The master said: "Yes, your brother Bai can't get away, so he sent the closest person to pick you up. You will go with him today, huh?"
"Go? Where do you go? Have winter vacation?"
The master paused and said, "I'm going to play for a while. After a while, your mother will send someone to pick you up."
Qianmiao thought for a while, and said, "Is there anyone still trying to kill me?"
Master Songya was silent.
"I knew that they had been here once last time, and if there weren't for the brother and sister, I would be dead."
She still remembers the last time she was attacked by someone at night, and she couldn't see it anymore, so she ran into the courtyard of the Nineteenth Junior Brother in a daze and stayed there for one night.
I got up the next day and slept on someone else's body.
The master lowered his head and slowly said to her: "Listen to the master, and also to your mother. This temple is too dangerous. Wait until your mother removes the danger, and then pick you back, okay?"
Qian Miao took the backpack, with a lot of thoughts in his head, but his mouth was clever: "I see, Master."
Master Song Ya showed a relieved look.
After breakfast, she brought up a pot of hot soup and ran to the yard that she hadn't been to for a long time.
Snow fell, and the red-painted gate in front of him was half buried by the snow, and it was closed tightly.
As soon as she put the kettle in her hand, she ran up to knock on the door.
There was no sound.
Not reconciled, she stepped in over the wall and jumped into the yard.
The small yard, which was warm and quiet more than two months ago, now sees nothing but snow and branches at a glance.
Every door in the yard was closed tightly, apparently uninhabited.
"Junior Brother!" she yelled.
"Uncle Yu?" She shouted again.
When something fell, she spread her palms and saw a few snowflakes.
There was a gust of wind in the yard, and no one answered her.
She just went to school for two months and couldn't come back, so the younger brother was gone.
She returned the same way with the kettle, and looked back at the wall courtyard again, feeling empty.
She had thought that she would be alone.
Less than noon that day, a fat uncle suddenly came to the gate of the temple and said that he would pick her up.
At that time, she was sitting on a swing and reverberating.
After a while, Senior Brother came in and said to her: "Eleven, come out soon, the person who will pick you up is here."
As soon as the senior brother's voice fell, the snowflakes that fell on the back of her hand drifted away with the wind.
"It's so early? Didn't you say it's the afternoon?"
"People have already come, and they are talking to Master. Go ahead."
She jumped off the swing and went out.
As soon as I entered the house, I saw a pleasant uncle and master chatting.
After seeing her, he stood up hurriedly.
"This is Miss Qianmiao, I am sent by Young Master Bai, you can call me Uncle Fatty."
