One day thousands of years ago, a young child stumbled and cried through the streets of Qingzhou City. It was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the entire Qingzhou City was covered with heavy snow. The snowflakes decorated the city beautifully, no matter how poor the streets were. Even after being wrapped in pure white snow, it looks like a beautiful building. But the beautiful scenery in the eyes of this traveler is painful torture for the children of poor families. Alas, he doesn’t know what a fire feels like, just like he doesn’t know what kindness is. The taste is the same!
The snow outside was falling so hard and the wind was blowing so hard. Everyone was saying: "Go home quickly" or "Ask the servants to send us fur coats and wear them home." He should have gone home, even if he was there. There is no fire, but at least there is a roof. It is true that there are several holes in the roof that have not been patched up. However, he can try to find a place in the corner where snowflakes will not fall on his head. He can also try to put his own My feet were on the mud instead of the snow, even though the mud was colder and harder than ice.
But his father - as he always called him - was at home.
Others didn't know the weight of this sentence - his mother washed people's clothes all night so that they would not be evicted by the landlord on the street - nevertheless, their family had been evicted three times since the beginning of autumn. On the street - every time when his mother got her wages, his father always prepared a thick and strong wooden stick. Waiting on the road, when he saw his mother coming, he would give her a stick. Knock her to the ground, stomp her with his feet to prevent her from escaping, then take off her clothes in the street, put his hand between her legs, search for every coin she has hidden, and use it to drink and gamble. Or use it in some more unbearable places, leaving only tears for their mother and son.
At that time, his mother cried and said that she wanted to die together with her child. She took him to the cake shop, cut off his hair, and gave him two cakes to eat. After he finished eating the cake, she asked if this meant "death". When we were together" and asked if he could "die a few more times", his mother changed her mind and wanted to "live together no matter what". The child felt very sorry for this because he could not eat the cake. He didn't know the meaning of death, and even if he knew it, he didn't think it was scary. It was only at night. At night, his father came back drunk and full, and wanted to beat them both again!
However, his father didn't beat them both that time. He brought someone with him. His mother was more afraid of that person than her father. The person saw his mother's bald appearance with her hair cut off and scoffed. After laughing, his father's face darkened, and then the man saw him.
"Can such a big boy be sold?" his father asked the man.
"As long as..." The man said something lowly and maliciously, but he didn't hear it.
His mother was originally afraid of his father the most, but when she heard those words, she screamed like crazy: "No! No! You are going to cut off the roots of your family!"
"What do women know!" His father shouted angrily: "Are you asking the head of the family to starve to death? A bad woman!"
The two of them struggled and the child fled to the street. It took a long time before he dared to go back. The man was gone. His father was still lamenting the missed opportunity to make a fortune. His mother was beaten harder than ever. When she saw him, she smiled: "I only have you." She said.
She had three sons sold.
Now it was really just him.
The money earned from washing clothes was not as easy to spend as the money from selling his son. His father never gave up the idea since then, and his mother had to take him with her when washing clothes, like a very hungry mother. She protected her child like a bear until she couldn't get up due to cold, hunger and beatings. When his father brought another man Yazi in through the front door, his mother yelled at him and ran away through the back door.
But where could he run to?
Everyone on the road was busy going home to escape the snow and wind, but he was the only one who plunged into the snow and wind to escape home. Soon, he was exhausted and could no longer walk. Only then did he look up Looking around, he was stunned to find that he seemed to have run to a place he had never been because of wandering in the wind and snow. A middle-aged man wearing a thin and shiny gown was looking at him seriously.
He asked someone to give him something to eat and asked him who he was and where he lived.
That man was Xiao Wansong, his later stepfather. The Xiao family was already a wealthy family in Qingzhou City a thousand years ago. They have not yet obtained the sovereignty of Qiyun Peak, but they have been able to use illusions to separate them from the mortals outside. In theory, no mortals can break in - but in fact Likewise, Xiao Wansong saw rare high-quality immortal bones in this poor boy, and he faced the same predicament as the Xiao Ruyun family, even worse than the Xiao Ruyun family today.
Xiao Wansong only has one daughter, Xiao Qianling. She watched curiously as her father came in with a strange woman and child. The private rumors were as fierce as wildfire in the mountains, but Xiao Wansong was a scheming adult. He was in some way. He took advantage of these rumors to a certain extent and cleverly isolated them from his biological children. He gave his child a stepmother, but he did not become his child's stepfather. He still loved her as before, sacrificing his own marriage in order not to sacrifice hers.
Xiao Qianqiu's mother was very satisfied with the marriage. She was once more afraid of being discriminated against and "betrayed" than she was afraid of being beaten. She did not dare to step out of the prison designated for her by the world. However, when Xiao Wansong sent someone to give her husband a sum of money, now it seems When he asked for the ridiculously small amount of money, the man did not hesitate to pack her and her children out of the invisible prison where she was loyal. Now she is a respected matron of the Xiao family. At least in her own yard. Not only did she have clothes, but she also had someone to wash them for her. She wore bracelets and rings on her hands, which showed that she was no longer a woman who had to do rough work with her hands to make a living. She was once more loyal to her first husband than she was. His family's heritage, and now she didn't think her son had a surname other than "Xiao".
"Were you sold to the Xiao family? This..."
"Xiao Xinglong only wants the best result," Xiao Qianqiu said: "When he couldn't get it, he became obsessed. He never thought about whether other people had a choice." He stood in the Merlin Garden next to Jinghu Lake. In it, the fragrance of plum blossoms that is easy to fade is here as constant as time, and other things are not so easily left behind - he stood on the stage of the Xiao family competition at the age of fourteen, and kept moving forward until he became a true immortal. , no one in the entire Xiao family can compare to him, and no one dares to question his bloodline. As time goes by, no one remembers his suspicious life experience. Now Xiao Wansong who adopted him, Xiao Qianling who played chess with him, and his miserable mother... are all gone. The people he loves and the people he hates have gone with the wind and dispersed into the world. In the meantime, only the lonely true immortal was left.
He turned his head and smiled slightly: "The best start does not necessarily mean the best result, and vice versa. A bad beginning does not mean a bad ending. Hua Ling, qualifications, family background, and resources are all important, but In the end, it’s your heart that plays the decisive role.”
