"Master, please use it..." Mrs. Han handed over the tea bowl, and Master Liu was also unceremonious. He waved it away and started drinking. Maybe it was because he was too tired, but he still refused to leave after staying for a long time.
Master Liu looked at Xiao Han Jin, who was born with a somewhat noodle: "Where did this boy come from?" He stepped forward doubtfully and pinched Xiao Han Jin's chin: "I can not raise white dogs in my home."
Xiao Han Jin heard the voice outside the string. He burned his anger and glared at him fiercely, and he shook his head strongly. He would never succumb to anyone!
This time, the young master was here to be interested and called a few companions to watch. When he wiped the floor with his mother and son, he sat on the chair and kicked it lightly towards the wooden barrel. The sewage filled with soil flooded the nest instantly, spreading up.
Xiao Han Jin stunned, wiped the floor of the morning, and did it as well as this. At this moment, he couldn't wait to kill the beast in front of him, but thought about it: Mother was still beside him after all, so he was so stiff to anyone. Okay, for the time being for him!
Mrs. Han hurriedly kneeling in front of the young master: "How about you? Do you hurt your feet?"
How can there be such a reason? Little Han Jin was angry. It was obvious that he touched the bucket intentionally, but his mother wanted to comfort him? But this kind of fire can only burn in the heart, because they are inferior people, they are dependent on others.
The mother and son took another hour to clean the cleaning here. Although Xiao Han Jin was tired, he was proud and proud to see his labor results. If dad were still here, he would definitely praise him as the best kid in the world...
Master Liu and the boy are really idle. He was sitting for more than an hour, as if he was waiting for the moment they finished their work.
It turns out that this is indeed the case. When the sewage in Mulina was squeezed into the barrel for the last time, Master Liu raised his feet to "aim", a "positive kick", a "咚 咚", and the bucket of sewage poured down again, only down, only the only sewage poured down, only down, only down, only down, only the sewage poured down. It was necessary to disappear the cigarettes of the mother and son's hourly achievement.
When Xiao Han Jin was full of fierce fire, a root hair seemed to be cracking around Mars, his nostrils sprayed violently, his face was red to his ears, and his pupils stared at the insult in front of him.
He rushed up! He yelled, raised the empty bucket to hit the hateful guy, Master Liu was unprepared, and suddenly his cheeks, only listening to the "bang!", The hateful guy fell to the ground, the corners of his mouth and nostrils were blooding blood .
How great this is, next to Xiao Han Jin's attacking and beating Master Liu, he will never be unwilling to be humiliated!
Mrs. Han was frightened. This was the first time she saw her son's horror. She rushed up and stopped Xiao Han Jin, who had already picked up the kitchen knife, and hugged him.
The boy was frightened, and hurriedly ran out of the house with Master Liu. Bastard, let me kneel down!" Then he fled in a panic.
On that day, Xiao Han Jin was died with a whip with a whip, which was on the verge of death. The skin and flesh were split open, and blood flowed all over the floor. Even the servants on the side couldn't bear to look at it. But the ten -year -old child did not kneel Liu, nor did he yield to Master Liu until he died.
On this night, a white snow quietly visited the ancient village, and the cold wind swayed with branches, blowing the snowflakes like a crazy. This burst of miserable sounds was like a howling wolf, a cry, or the sigh of an innocent soul.
There is a vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth, and a white cloak seems to be pulled up all around. In this heaven, the poor are sad, and homeless people are even more sad. This was the case for the mother and son. They were kicked out of the house by Liu Yuanwai and had nowhere to go. I had to hide in a wall corner, and let Blid Snow hit their thin body.
Mrs. Han sobbed silently with her bloody son. How could she not be allowed to be treated in the evening, but what could she do? Although she was reluctant, she could only listen to the destiny.
After experiencing the pain of a mourning husband, any woman never wants to experience the pain of bereavement again. The heart that floats in the wind and rain can no longer bear any blow.
"Mom..." Little Han Jin miraculously opened his eyes, his breathing was disordered, and his eyes seemed to be open and closed.
Mrs. Han hurriedly hugged him into his arms and kissed his cheeks: "Entering ... My advancement ..." The frozen hands held his son's little hand tightly, and he was unwilling to spread it for a moment.
"I don't allow you to be like this in the future, how sad my mother ..." Mrs. Han slowly slipped off a few drops of tears, but never wanted to freeze on her face.
"Mother, obviously they are ..."
"I know," Mrs. Han burst into tears: "This is the way the world is. Although you are right, you are still wrong, just because we lower-class people are born to be slaves of noble gentlemen."
Xiao Han Jin asked: "So in this world, can anyone stipulate that we are not a waiter?"
"Only the emperor has such a right, so that we are no longer a few people."
The child snuggled in his mother's arms, and his throat was hoarse:
"Mother, you have to be an emperor when you grow up. In the future, no one dares to bully us ..."
Mrs. Han hugged him tighter, sobbing and said, "Go in, we are waiting for people, never want to resist ... never ..."
That night was a lot of snow, the wind was very cold, and Mrs. Han, with thin clothes, could no longer stand the erosion of the snow, and left the world silently, but her body still hugged her son tightly. . She delivered the last trace of warmth in her life to him.
Han Jin would not forget that when he dragged the scar full of scars, the moment he climbed out of the snow pile, Lang Zhong, who collected medicines in the city, rescued him and was also a medical skills for several years. Later, the warlords followed the righteousness of the warlords and learned the etiquette of the art of etiquette. In the first battle of the mountains and rivers, Li Huan was defeated, so that he did not dare to face the Jiangnan and dispel the idea of his expansion.
Liu Yuanwai and the young master in the court were not killed. They were exiled to Yizhou further away. No one knew why these enemies were let go.
His desire is extremely naive compared to the princes. This suffering Heaven abandoned son, fantasizing to build a happy kingdom, there is no oppression, no respect, no children, and no children will eat like him. Human fireworks.
He was afraid to hear others crying, because no matter who he was, as long as he cried, he always remembered the tears frozen on his mother's cheek in the snowy night.
Over the years, he has had a dream over and over again. In the dream, he saw his father picking up the child and spinning him around in the jungle: "Dad likes flowers, and he likes my Jin'er even more!" "
This sentence lingered in his ears for a long time and could not be dissipated...
