Changmengqi
Huang Yaya kept telling herself: Opening the door is this girl's home, opening the door is her home. When she pushed the door open with great anticipation, she saw a burly man with a long scar on his face, several heads taller than her, staring at them viciously.
The word "草" floated through Huang Yaya's mind. What kind of dream was this? Why was it not fantasy at all? Why was it realistic?
It was just a dream, and she soon stopped being afraid. She took the girl's hand and rushed forward, but the burly man picked her up and pulled her back with both hands and threw her to the ground.
The big man looked at Huang Yaya fiercely and said, "Damn it, who are you and how did you get in?"
Huang Yaya stood up after being pulled back, and then looked at the big man with a smile. While the burly man was still confused, she kicked him with a kick that could kill him. The big man was hit by this unexpected kick and cursed in pain: "Damn it, you stinky bitch, you're dead."
As soon as these words were spoken, the people at the front door were alarmed, and a group of servants armed with sticks appeared. These servants were almost twice as tall as Huang Yaya.
The scene was so frightening that she almost forgot to tell herself it was a dream. But when she turned around and saw the girl's hopeful eyes, she thought she was a fairy who had come to save her.
Even if she didn't have the golden finger in her dream, even if there were a bunch of vicious thugs in front of her, she would still take the girl out. After all, she would not die in her dream.
Huang Yaya stubbornly picked up the broom beside her and rushed towards the group of people. As soon as she swept the broom across the face of a servant, she felt like she was hit on the back with a stick. It hurt so much. What a broken dream, the pain was so real.
"Don't beat her up, this little girl is pretty."
"Then let Li Niang bid a good price for her, and then we brothers will have a good time."
"I like exciting things. This woman looks exciting, I wonder if she'll be even more exciting when we fuck her."
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Huang Yaya was beaten, using a broom to resist dozens of sticks, and had to listen to these foul words. Damn it, could this dream give her some super powers, or even send Ultraman down from the sky so that she could destroy these bastards who bully women?
The broom had been broken apart, and Huang Yaya was lying on the ground, surrounded by a group of people looking down on her. She had no other options but to scream for help while retreating. Indeed, her fighting power was too low to defeat this group of people. Aside from the first blow, which was okay, she was just taking the beating the rest of the time.
"Help, help." Huang Yaya's voice was full of fear. The scene before her was too terrible. A group of men with sticks and obscene smiles on their faces surrounded her, and behind her was a girl who was weaker than her.
She glanced at the girl behind her, whose hands had been tied by the burly man who had hit her in the first place. Huang Yaya was frightened and angry. She looked around and saw a piece of broken stone. She picked it up and smashed it into the man's eyes with all her strength.
Don't say it, she threw it too accurately. The big man's eyes were bleeding red. He covered his eyes with one hand and pushed the girl away with the other hand. He walked in front of Huang Yaya with murderous intent and said viciously to the servants in front of him: "This stinky bitch is rewarded to everyone, everyone come together."
Huang Yaya panicked. She didn't want to have this dream at all. She hoped she could wake up immediately. Once she woke up, the girl would be liberated.
The servants laughed and untied their trouser ties with their hands. Only the girl cried to her, "Fairy sister, don't worry about me, just go away, just go away."
Amidst the crazy laughter of the group of men, another voice could be heard from the shadows: "Mr. Song, the girls from our Chunxiang Tower are all in the front. There is nothing else in the backyard except for a newly bought maid."
"That girl is thin and small, she's definitely not the type that Mr. Song likes."
"Mr. Song, what exactly are you looking for? Why don't you give me a portrait and I'll go and find out for you."
"What are you doing? Young Master Song is here, get out of my way." A tender voice clearly reached Huang Yaya's ears.
"Girl, please make it rain again so it's easier to find." A magnetic voice reached her ears. How could Huang Yaya best describe this sound? She thought of the second half of Li He's poem: "The lotus weeps in the dew, the fragrant orchid laughs." It was the sound of the fragrant orchid's laughter. But now, this voice sounded more like an angel to her. Was Ultraman coming?
She looked in the direction of the voice and saw the charming man she had dreamed of before. Behind him stood a beautiful woman who looked bewildered but still charming.
Damn, a hero saving a beautiful woman? Why does Huang Yaya have to rely on others to save her own dream? It's not fair, it's not fair.
"Girl, you look so miserable." The man walked closer and closer, then stretched out his white and delicate hand to Huang Yaya who was sitting on the ground.
Huang Yaya ignored the hand, patted her butt and stood up. When she stood up, she felt pain all over her body.
The girl behind her also broke free from the rope in her hands and immediately ran towards Huang Yaya, brushing off the dust on her body. She wanted to tell the girl nonchalantly that she was fine, but it was too painful, so she could only force out a relatively cheerful smile for her.
Even if it was a dream, the plot had to develop. Thinking of this, Huang Yaya walked up to Mr. Song, stretched out her hand, and said a little embarrassedly: "Lend me some money."
"Isn't the girl a fairy who has descended to earth? Why do you need to borrow money from me?"
"Fairies are also poor." Huang Yaya said this with confidence.
The man in front of him smiled contemptuously, turned around and looked at the beautiful woman, and said in a cold tone: "Do I need to say more?"
The beautiful woman quickly had someone bring a delicate jade-inlaid small box. She took out a piece of paper from the box and respectfully handed it to the young man, saying in a flattering tone, "Young Master Song only has the indenture of that little girl Xiaoman. I have never seen this girl before. She is not from our place. I don't know how she suddenly appeared."
Young Master Song just raised his hand and the madam shut up.
So he was Mr. Song. Had he ever appeared in any of the novels she had read? She showed off her white front teeth and smiled, "Mr. Song, could you please give me the paper in your hand?"
"Give it to you? What do you want in exchange?"
Damn, are you going to say some cheesy love talk? Huang Yaya prepared herself mentally, hooked Song Gongzi's chin with her hand in a playful way, and said coquettishly: "Use me, is it enough?"
To the madam's surprise, Mr. Song handed the thin indenture to Huang Yaya, who then gave it to the girl Xiaoman.
Miss Xiaoman shook her head and refused, saying with tears in her eyes: "Fairy sister, please don't sacrifice yourself to save me. Please go away quickly. I only ask Fairy sister to save my grandma."
A round of applause was heard, and Young Master Song said sarcastically, "How touching! It turns out that some people actually regard you as a life-saving god."
Huang Yaya couldn't help but sigh when she heard this, not only was she living a cowardly life in reality, but she was also a coward in her dreams. She just said to the person in front of her, "Mr. Song, lend me some money."
"Oh, I'll lend it to you. What will you give back?"
"You're talking too much bullshit. I'm yours and your money is mine."
When Mr. Song heard this, a hint of shyness appeared on his contemptuous face. He took out an exquisite golden chrysanthemum purse from his sleeve, threw it directly to Huang Yaya, and said coldly: "Take it."
Huang Yaya took it and handed the purse to Xiaoman. She said to her in a very handsome manner, "Your name is Xiaoman, right? Use this money to treat yourself and your grandmother. If you have any extra money, you can start a small business and live a good life."
Seeing Xiaoman about to kneel down again, Huang Yaya could only help her up and said helplessly: "Go back quickly, your grandma is still waiting for you."
Xiaoman cried as she looked at Huang Yaya, her expression filled with gratitude and sadness. She said, "I will always remember the great kindness of Fairy Sister. For Xiaoman, Fairy Sister actually sold herself to this young man."
She didn't argue, but only sighed in her heart that no matter where you go, if you don't have money, you will be inferior to others. She and Xiaoman walked out of the courtyard together and saw the sun hanging high in the sky, and the free wind blowing towards them.
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Huang Yaya saw a luxurious carriage not far from them, driving towards them. Before she could admire the elegance and refinement of the carriage, she was pulled into the carriage by Young Master Song.
"Fairy sister..." Xiaoman's voice drifted farther and farther away.
Before she had time to say goodbye to Miss Xiaoman, the carriage started moving forward. The good thing about a good carriage is that you can't feel any bumps, only the crisp sound of horse hooves.
Young Master Song sat opposite Huang Yaya, staring at her with his peach blossom eyes, and said in a mocking tone: "Fairy? How could a fairy be beaten so badly?"
"Well, I can't use any magic power on you in the mortal world. This is why fairies are easily bullied when they come down to earth." Huang Yaya lied.
Young Master Song seemed to not believe these words. He suddenly grabbed her hand and asked in a serious tone, "Who are you? What's your name? And how did you suddenly appear last time? Why did you suddenly disappear again? What's this trick?"
"To you, I am really a fairy. As for my name, what do you think it is?" Huang Yaya thought. Without her dream, this person would not exist. She was being modest when she called herself a fairy. She was the creator of this Young Master Song.
"You don't even know me. My name is Song Zhexi, and my courtesy name is Daozu. You..."
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Huang Yaya opened her eyes and saw her mother standing in front of her bed with a clothes hanger.
"Mom, let's talk it out. Why are you holding the clothes hanger?" Huang Yaya asked knowingly.
Huang's mother waved her hand, and the clothes hanger hit Huang Yaya's leg with a loud bang. Then she started roaring like a lion: "I've been calling you for a long time, but you didn't say a word. Do you know what time it is now? You just stay up late every day to play with your broken phone. You don't work hard, and you're still sleeping soundly at lunchtime. Why did I give birth to a lazy guy like you? You are the same as your brother and your father..."
I was beaten in my dream and still beaten when I woke up. It was so sad.
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