★Zhang Qingmeng’s perspective★
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I'm at a loss.
Just a few days ago, the past that should have been forgotten was brought up again.
It came unexpectedly.
It's funny to think about it, my sad past.
It seemed to be a small village in the east seaside of the Taiwei Empire at the time of the Taiyuan calendar. At that time, I was still very small and there was no deep impression.
In my impression, my father is an out -of -the -box lunatic, maybe my birth ... let this family's poor nothing left.
Whenever I find something, I can't help but lift the hateful magic claws and beat me and my mother.
Until one day, the mother died.
Buried by the seaside,
At that time, the people in the village came, but they didn't see my father.
So ridiculous, my mother, the closest husband should not come to the funeral, but instead of the irrelevant people.
That year, I was six years old.
Father ... no, the guy did not appear in the funeral. He is a martial arts person who dealt with the sword every day.
This reason cannot be established at all! This hateful scum!
I cursed in my mind.
After learning that his mother died, he also fell a few tears.
What performers? The death of your mother is what you hurt! Now that you are acting like this, is your face really not red?
From then on, that guy forced me to practice martial arts and learn the art of war. Whenever I didn't go my way, I would be beaten without any mercy.
Sometimes I thought, did I be his own?
Once, I finally couldn't bear the beating anymore and pushed him away: "You scumbag!"
The guy stunned first, and it seemed that this was the first time that he was hit. It seemed a strange thing to ask: "You guy ... I'm afraid it wouldn't be attached to the demon."
He was sitting on the wood incredible, as if asking who asked: "This devil ... hasn't had a good thing since birth ... What kind of evil has I made?"
A nameless fire was burned in my heart, and a half -mocked man said, "The man who can kill his wife is really a big hero ..."
"What are you talking about?" He immediately showed his horrible face and yelled in anger: "If you have the ability, get me out of this home!"
Because I couldn't come to Taiwan, I finally rushed out of the house with a heavy rain, and I never turned back ...
After that, he was rescued by the master. Master was a very mysterious person. For so many years, I never knew what his name was, but he felt that I was very talented, so he worshiped with a teenager named Xiao Lu into his door. .
At the age of fourteen, it was the year when the emperor was kicked out. I entered the school and met Mu Ming Ruini and others.
At the age of nineteen, he started his troops.
Although it can not be said that it is famous, at least there are still some abilities, and that past thing should have been put down.
But after mentioning this day, I was always worried. When I returned to the house, I found a letter that he sent it ...
It ’s ridiculous to say that it’ s good to return to good. He must be envious when he depends on my fame. Come and want to share rich and rich with me. This cheap good thing cannot appear here in Zhang Qingmeng!
★Author’s perspective★
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Qingmeng told all the past events, but the old abbot still smiled.
"Emotions only come after getting along and experiencing something together. It has nothing to do with blood ties." The old abbot continued: "My lord, why don't you take out the letter and let me have a look?"
Qingmeng took out the envelope from the corner of his clothes and handed it to the old abbot with some reluctance.
┃My son Ameng
How have you been? Is there any discomfort in the body? I miss you and my father and son for thirteen years.
Over the years, I know the fault of the day. I have worked hard for more than a few years. There is no success. If the son forgives his father and does not forget his past grudges, then his father is willing to be a slave and only asks for food and clothing.
—Submitted by Father Zhang Yuanjiang
"So, my lord, are you hesitating whether to meet with him or not?" the old abbot asked.
"Well... um..." Qing Meng agreed several times.
"Relationships depend on getting along with each other. If we don't get along with each other, how can we have feelings? My lord, you can forget about past grudges and let go of the past." The old abbot recited Amitabha.
"Well, since the Great Elder said so, I will give it a try..." Qing Meng replied silently.
Several people returned to Xiaobei and came to the palace. They saw an old man sneaking outside the palace. He looked into the courtyard and was stopped by soldiers.
The old man was sallow and thin, wearing a dog-skin hat on his head and tattered clothes made of coarse cloth. The only difference between him and the beggar was the pipe in his hand.
"Who are you?" Qing Meng asked hesitantly.
The old man looked straight at Qing Meng with his small eyes, and soon burst into tears.
"My child ... it's me ..." The old man said trembling.
Qingmeng had seen clearly in the distance, but still wanted to confirm. At this time, his heart was hot.
Lou Ning told everyone to leave, after all, no one wanted to disrupt this touching father and son's reunion.
However, Qing Meng used her companions to look at the back of their departure with her companions, and her heart was uneasy.
The left hand seemed to grab something like cramps, and finally grabbed the corner.
"I haven't seen it for many years, and I have grown up so high. I don't want to be my child." Qing Meng's father laughed very brightly and hugged Qing Meng.
"In the past few years and nights, I was struggling to find my father, just to see the side, the night could not be sleepy, and the sleeping and food were difficult to settle ..." No matter how crying Qing Meng's father, no matter how apologized, Qing Meng only acts in his heart that he acts as acting in his heart. , although I was a little tempted and wanted to cry a little bit, I still gritted my teeth and thought about "acting" and endured it.
"Needless to say, what are you doing?" Qing Meng said coldly.
"Hey?" Qing Meng's father trembled sharply, loosened his arms, and said with a slightly disappointed tone: "What do you do ... just want to have a son who hasn't seen him for many years ..."
"You can come here!" Qing Meng rudely interrupted Qing Meng's father, and then said calmly: "Go to the palace to find the manager and ask him to arrange a room for you."
Qing Mengtou walked into the house without returning to the house, closed the door and went to the door.
Qing Meng's father stood outside the door alone and said, "Ameng! Why is this? Why can't you listen to a few words for your father!" Seeing that there was no movement at all, and later he sighed and sighed. .
To be continued…
