Xiang:
Where am I from? Who knows.
What's my name? I just remember that someone once called me Mr. Xiang, so I called him Xiang. Of course, no one except myself would care.
Sad, happy, sad, happy? What a joke, how come a mortal expression appears on my face? I was really a weird "thing". I put a piece of earth-colored rag on my body and covered my head. I tried my best to hide myself in the small darkness. I even forgot how to speak in my voice.
I feel that I should belong and have a name. How can I not be a part of this world? I also have a body and breathing, and there must be a place for me to come from. There should be a woman who will give birth to me, and there should be someone who will raise me. However, in my memory, there is nothing else but a vague "Xiang Gongzi".
Mr. Xiang:
That day, the last member of the Liu family finally collapsed. She was a woman in her sixties or seventies. She burst out of the deserted door of the Liu family madly, crying like a ghost and haggard like a rotten tree. But who knew, Who could possibly believe that this woman was only sixteen years old.
For three years, hundreds of members of the most luxurious Liu family have escaped death, which can be considered a legend or a story. But the reason for this story is because of a newborn child.
The servants all called him Mr. Xiang. When Mr. Xiang was born, his mother died inexplicably. Her body seemed to have been sucked dry, and she was as dry as a piece of wood. At the full moon, four or five servants had changed their appearance. The maids who were originally teenagers all had white hair. The Liu family regarded Young Master Xiang as a monster, and even his biological father wanted to strangle him. He lightly slashed his neck with a sharp knife, and then threw him into the wilderness. Who knows, after a long while, he crawled back crying. When people went to the wilderness to see, they found that all the vegetation had withered into ashes, and there were many corpses of living beings among them. However, Mr. Xiang's neck had already returned to its original shape.
The Liu family thought clearly that this was indeed a monster that they couldn't afford to offend, so they fled one after another and gave up their huge family property to Mr. Xiang's father. The father also escaped, but no matter where he escaped, sooner or later Mr. Xiang would come crawling with him. Finally, the father accepted his fate and reluctantly carried Xiang back home. He dismissed all the servants and only recruited a new one from elsewhere. The thirteen-year-old girl came to take care of their daily life.
When Mr. Xiang was two years old, his father, who was in his thirties, was already in his eighties or nineties and died of old age within a few days. The fifteen-year-old girl looked like a woman in her thirties or forties, so she had to live alone in the Liu family and treat Xiang like her own brother. A year later, the little girl finally collapsed. She really collapsed. Oh my God, she was only sixteen years old. She wanted to escape, even to hell. That was a devil, a real devil. The little girl ran out. Behind the gate, one dives into the cold lake water
Mr. Xiang didn't know when the young lady would come back, so he sat on the doorstep and waited slowly. When he got hungry, he looked around for food. A trafficker saw that he was a three-year-old child alone, so he smiled sinisterly and lured him away with some food. Who knows? The moment he touched Xiang's arm, his body felt as if he had collapsed, and it was extremely difficult to even breathe.
In this way, he became a wanderer, relying on his survival instinct to pick up food everywhere. Anyone who met him would suffer bad luck, and even the flowers and plants around him would slowly wither as he passed by. Over time, Mr. Xiang understood some human affairs. He understood that he was a freak, so he learned to avoid it and got used to hiding himself in the dark.
Xiang:
I really want to have a partner. If there is loneliness in the world, it must be a joke, because all loneliness belongs to me, and I am lonely.
I gently touched the beautiful petals with my hand, and then watched it slowly soften and turn dark. I don’t know how many times I have seen it. I don’t understand emotions, anger, sorrow, and the world. I always feel hate in my heart. Hate myself, hate flowers, hate people.
Mr. Xiang:
Fourteen-year-old Mr. Xiang came to the mountains and fields on this day. The wild flowers all over the mountains were so beautiful that people were fascinated by them. The wandering Mr. Xiang was very hungry, so he stretched out his dirty hands and grabbed a piece of flower before it withered. The petals are rotten in the mouth, like chewing mud, but they can fill the stomach. He was racing against himself. The faster the flowers withered, the faster he had to run. Gradually, he ran through several hills and valleys, and he suddenly felt the breath of people.
That was a girl. Her beauty was only the beauty among ordinary people. Her temperament was plain but also mixed with a bit of nobility. She was sitting among the flowers with her legs together. The flowers all over the mountain were withering, and soon it spread to the girl's side. Xiang was anxious, but it only took a few moments for him to realize that he could not save the girl, he could only harm others and be a disaster.
I turned around in despair, waiting to hear the familiar howling, huh? After a long time, there was still no sound. Xiang turned his head curiously. It was the first time he had human feelings. First he was surprised, the flowers stopped dying next to the girl, and then he was ecstatic, he did not harm anyone! Finally someone can avoid being harmed by him
Xiang:
I'm crazy, I'm completely crazy
Who is she, no! Don't tell me, stop the wind blowing, stop the grass moving, I can just die in this moment, God, God, please stop time from turning, even if it is false, give me this short-term happiness . It turns out that this is happiness, my lips actually opened, my throat started to itch, I had to speak, I had to walk over! No, no, no, this is fake, this must be fake! I can't pass, I will definitely disappear. This is a dream, this is God playing a trick on me!
She looked at me, what should I do, what should I do, I have to go over and explain to her that I am a human being with a face and arms, and I cannot be treated as a monster by her. (Lifting the rag, revealing a dirty face.)
Is this right? I can only stretch my mouth back. Is this a smile? She won't be scared by me. (Standing stiffly, more stable than a stone) Let’s go, damn it, these damn legs, move quickly! One step, two steps, faster, closer again (head lowered, for fear of scaring her), it’s such a long road, I can see my feet! Look up well
"Uh-huh" What am I doing! Speak quickly, bastard, you idiot, you loach melon seed (someone used to scold Xiang), "Uh oh oh me"
She smiled. Did she think I was weird? I'm a stupid ass, I deserve to die, I deserve to die!
"What's your name?" (the girl asked)
She's asking me! say something!
"Xi Xixiang!" (Xiang suddenly shouted) What am I doing! I actually yelled at her! Damn it, damn it!
"Xiang? Hehe, my name is Kite"
"Ugh" I'm speechless, I'm such a loser, nod, nod quickly, (Xiang smiled very hard, and it couldn't even be called a smile. In front of this girl who was also thirteen or fourteen years old, he seemed to do Whatever you do is wrong, whatever you do is happiness.)
"Kite!" (Someone is shouting in the distance)
"Here comes Grandpa!"
She looked at me again and smiled again! I'm dying, my heart is bursting.
"I'm leaving, goodbye" (the girl turned around, then turned back, put her fingers on her lips, made a sound, and looked at the withered flowers)
It’s over, she’s going to call me a monster, just like those people. It’s over, she must love flowers, what should I do, what should I do!
(The girl gently placed her hand on a withered yellow petal, and a miracle happened. Starting from that flower, the flowers and grass all over the mountain began to revive, and the mountains and fields were colored again. Then the girl looked back and smiled, said goodbye again, and then gone)
Mr. Xiang:
He had lost his mind, or in other words, his heart had completely melted as the girl ran away. He fell among the flowers, and the flowers began to wither again, but his heart was no longer dead. He knew, he believed, that the goddess would revive them, that the goddess would come to rescue him and make him no longer a monster. God, he was dead, he was almost swollen to death by the human emotions that were born in a moment.
From then on, he hid in every corner, guarding her silently. When she was in the city, he would fall asleep in the dirt outside the city. When she went out, he would follow her in the distance.
Xiang:
She likes dogs, I am a dog, I am willing to be her dog, she can kill me, eat me, beat me, scold me, I am a dog, I am her dog, no matter what! I followed closely, and I swore to myself that if she lives, I will live. If she breaks her leg, I will cut my own leg. When she gets angry, I will harm the person who is angry with her, and she will never see me again. Yes, we have met before, but I am still as stiff as a stone. I am about to die, in so much pain and so much happiness!
Mr. Xiang:
On this day, the kite left Wangtucheng, Mu Ziyun and others followed, and Mr. Xiang also followed in another place.
Xiang:
Is she going out again? Great, we can meet again.
It was that terrifying aura again. Why, why was that aura following her, trying to harm her? No! No! I want to overthrow the entire world, drink up all the evil spirits, and never allow anyone to hurt her in the slightest!
I released my own breath and attracted that energy, and it was successful. It seemed that it was a person.
He came, with such a cold face, like those who beat and scolded me, he made me scared, made me afraid, whether he was more evil than me, whether he was also a monster.
He rushed over, with such vicious energy, he must be trying to harm my goddess, no! I'm going to kill him! kill him!
(Fang Tianmu and Xiang fought for one round before they were both injured and fled separately)
Author's words: Long live Mr. Xiang! Although Nan Jue likes Brother Mu the most
