With the arrival of Zong Liushou, the thieves gradually subsided, and Song Wanru no longer had to wander around the outskirts of the city all night. She moved back to her own house. Tokyo was a big place, and all the good houses were abandoned and no one lived there. The dilapidated place no longer looked like the warm and unique home she remembered. Song Wanru had never heard of this husband who stayed behind, but she probably heard that he followed the Jin people to the north to hunt. Hunting, ha! Who doesn't know what hunting is all about? !

It is said that the emperor has changed again, and the one who ascended the throne is the King Kang who was praised by his brother as an envoy to the Jin people. The second year of Jingkang suddenly became the first year of Jianyan. But it doesn't matter. Song Wanru sticks to the wall and listens to people talking indifferently. The purpose of her listening to these is just to make it easier for herself to figure out how to survive. The previous actions can't be done anymore. Song Wanru overheard that the husband who stayed behind was very strict. Her brother was still there, so she couldn't die.

Going out of town to look for vegetables could only fill their stomachs. The rags and rags she and her brother wore could no longer be worn. She lived like a lonely ghost. She knew what she would encounter if she met someone. It was already difficult for her to pretend to be a boy at the age of twelve. Besides, what could a boy do? In this world, the lives of men and women are worthless and trampled on by others. Who can be more noble than who?

Song Wanru touched her brother's forehead, which was scalded by the cold wind, took out her clothes, carefully tied up her hair, wiped her face, and for the first time in more than a year, she showed her bright and beautiful face. The twelve-year-old girl had been hungry for many years and looked weak and immature, like she was eight or nine years old.

She dressed herself up carefully as if she was going to get married, and then followed the path she had taken at night to the husband's house. She knew that she would probably be stopped before she could reach the destination, but it didn't matter. Song Wanru didn't know what she would encounter, but she had to find a way and a destination in the chaos, right? She had a hairpin in her hair, and she only knew that there were only two endings waiting for her, either she could get rice and cloth to feed herself and her brother, or she and her brother could happily reunite with their parents and brothers, and it would be even better if she could find a companion for the Jin soldier.

As expected, she was stopped. The man who stopped her was dark-skinned, tall and strong, a bear-like man, holding a knife and wearing armor. He asked in a rough voice, "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to my husband's house to look for my father," Song Wanru said with her head raised and pretending to be innocent, "My brother is almost starving to death."

"Who is your father? What's his name?"

Song Wanru clearly said her father's name and raised his rank by half a level. The sturdy man stared at her for a long time before saying expressionlessly, "Did your father run away with the officials?"

Before Song Wanru could even think of anything, the words in her mind rolled up in her throat, and she said sadly: "My brother was killed by the Jin people, how could my father surrender!"

"Does a little girl like you know that the government should surrender? Do you also know that you cannot surrender?" The strong man thought for a long time, then suddenly grinned and asked her, "Take me to see your brother."

The younger brother died with his forehead still warm, and he died just when his sister was able to bring him clothes and food.

——Song Wanru finally followed the strong man.

When she saw the strong man's tall son, she realized that she had misunderstood him. The strong man wanted her to be his daughter-in-law. Song Wanru called him brother and uncle very docilely. The new "brother" had a very common name, the kind that would make many peddlers turn their heads in the old days of Bianjing. It was not a big name. At the age of fifteen, he was as strong as his father, and Song Wanru had to look up to see him.

He rubbed his hands and smiled blankly: "Dad said that when you grow up and become stronger, you can become my wife. My sister will also have a fair complexion like you."

So Song Wanru asked him why the girl he mentioned was gone, but he rubbed his dark and rough face with his big hands and said with red eyes, "That damn Jinren grandfather snatched her away and gave her to the Jinren!"

So sad, so sad! Why should I be sad for my brother’s death? No need to cry for a wedding.

Song Wanru buried her brother quietly, and then got married. There were no formalities, no guests or relatives. In her eyes, it was more like selling herself for a meal and a place to live. Washing clothes, cooking, and mending, she made the uncle feel that it was worth it. He even felt a little curious when he learned that she could read and write. Song Wanru was very grateful. She felt that she was very lucky. It was fine to live like this. She felt very at ease. She never had this sense of security after her parents passed away - Song Wanru knew that they were soldiers who were used to killing people.

She thought that her invisible indenture would last for a lifetime, but she didn't expect that a lifetime would be so short. It was only a little over a year, and she never saw anyone again.

When their comrades saw her, they were stunned for a moment and then laughed, "We didn't expect that the little girl that Liu Da said he had snatched away for his son would be so pretty. What a good talker!" Before he finished his sentence, he was choked with sobs and couldn't speak.

Song Wanru did not cry, she just spent the New Year in a daze with the rice they left behind. In the third year of Jianyan, she reached the age of marriage.

Someone had set off a string of firecrackers on New Year's Day, and they were crackling. She chopped the firewood expressionlessly, and the sound of the firecrackers made her hands tremble, and blood immediately flowed from her fingers. She sucked her fingers, and the cold wind of New Year's Day whipped her face like a whip.

This opening was a bit painful, and Song Wanru felt a little regretful. Why did she chop so much firewood alone?

I am originally from Bianjing, but now I am a guest in Bianjing. Living in Bianjing, I don’t know anyone I see.

There was another official in Bianjing. It was said that the official wrote a good poem as soon as he entered the city, but this poem was written for the lord who left as soon as he entered the city.

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