Da Yuan calendar 422 years
However, it was said that Han Jin was out of flow, and the picnic style of the wild, and walked towards the other end of the road. The stomach is hungry and dry, after all, it is difficult to fill the hungry intestines.
I do n’t know how many times, he was almost killed. He walked badly and stepped on the hard gravel. Only when the blood was extremely painful, he could not live in the land temple, and he had to prevent thieves from time to time.
"Squeak ~"
A long -tailed mouse rushed out of the incense burner, and pyramid trembled to intimidate outsiders. Without thinking, Han Jin fluttered like a crazy, and crawled desperately, but fled the mouse in scared and escaped the land temple. He sat down lonely, staring at the beam with his mouth open like a fish out of water.
Fortunately, this is summer night, and the clothes are not too cold. He grabbed a gray from the incense burner, wiped it on the painful fire's feet, and grabbed it again, and filled it into his mouth without hesitation.
"Bah!" He choked and coughed repeatedly. He lay down uncomfortably. As long as he fell asleep, he would forget about hunger.
The annoying mosquito flew around him. He even patted dozens of deaths on his body. It wasn't until he didn't even have the nine qi that he dispersed.
The next day, he did not break his dawn, and he got up and continued to move forward. He was lucky and found a small village that went hard with his rod. But what made him despair was that even after knocking on several houses, there was no response. Only one place was opened, and he begged weakly, but did not kneel down. The farmers who opened the door rubbed their eyes and said impatiently: "Do you want to eat?" Then he fell to the door and rejected him.
He almost crawled to his house, and the old woman opened the door with a white -haired old woman, holding her waist: "There is no food at home, the government is tightly collected, and the land has not been planted this year."
He kneeling this time, begging for any food, the old woman waved her hands and gently closed the wooden door. He trembled and hugged the wall and walked towards the next family.
The family seemed to be a big family. They also had a time to raise a dog to the home for the home. The door opened was a fat woman, and the bell glared at him with big eyes: "Wait here, don't come in and dirty my house!" Then he returned to the house and threw out two moldy buns. Bao like to take it, despite the pungent taste, he still eats very fragrant.
The fat woman holds her arms and speaks, and her tone is very thin: "My dogs can't eat enough, and you have to send you, it's really wasteful."
"Thanks……"
He worshiped, and then ran to Liming without his head. At about noon, he finally arrived at an extremely spectacular city - Jinling City. In the days later, he entered the city to beg the city during the day, and fell asleep in the corner at night.
One day, he was bullied by other beggars, grabbed all his money, and made him a meal, ordering him not to begging in the city. He endured the severe pain and had no choice but to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and wander aimlessly in Jinling City.
As we walked towards the afternoon, a golden afterglow shone on the horizon, and a red sun gradually faded into Qixia Mountain. He looked at the sky burning dreamily, but his heart was so wet.
At the moment, the ambitions of their parents and masters were like a naive joke at this moment. He felt like he was as cheap as the lowest ants.
"Guan Guan Jiujiu, in the River Continent, a graceful lady, a gentleman who loves to fight..."
The book hall came to read the voice. He stood in place and listened to his teachings in greedy. Like a thief, he secretly looked inside: the people studying in the library were all noble young men wearing silk and satin, with beautiful jade around their necks, and rosy complexions. They all have smooth hair and fair bodies. Compared with him, they are simply from two different worlds.
He was envious of his heart: "If I am them, how good it is." He started to inferiority and began to feel that he could only be a waiter. He began to question himself, what is the meaning of living? Why do you come to the world like your low origin and a waste like yourself?
After school was over, the noble gentlemen walked out of the school chatting and laughing. Their clothes were all scented with incense, which made people smell comfortable. But when the fifteen-year-old Han Jin heard it, it would only make him more heartbroken.
"Hey, what are you going to do in the future?"
"I, I want to do what I like, I want poetry and distance!"
"I want to participate in the imperial examinations, and I have to take the fame!"
"It's okay, as long as we work hard, we will realize our dreams in the future! Our future is glorious!"
Han Jin listened to them, and his head was even lower. The two noticed that he squatted in the corner and whispered: "Why don't the boy come to school to study? Do you like it? "
"He must be unwilling to study, you must know that we are all on the starting line!"
His heart was shaking uncontrollably, he stood up abruptly, roared, and ran forward crazily. The evening breeze blowing his hot cheeks, and Xia Guang shook his tearful eyes, regardless of other eyes, just ran on the green brick white stone street with barefoot.
"Why !!! Why !!!"
He roared in his heart, his teeth were bite tightly, like a rushing Koboy. He was hungry for three days in a row, and was afraid he would not be begged. It was just lonely, floating like a dead leaf.
He floated in front of a restaurant with the wind and looked up at "Juxianglou." The fragrance is really strong, and he can smell full even if he stands outside -he did it like that. The fragrance of vegetables, fantasies are enjoying the food.
He secretly peeked inside and saw that a family was celebrating their child's birthday. The boy shaved the peach head, wore a festive red, and rejoiced. "Baby, do you like it?" The man took out a rattle and played with the child nestled in the woman's arms.
"Thank you dad!"
The woman fed the child a mouthful of meat and pinched the child's face: "Baby, mother loves you the most!"
"I like father and mother the most!"
Han Jin had a bitterness in his heart, and his chest was violently fluctuated. Suddenly felt a throat choke, tears poured out like a flood: he really couldn't hold it, and he cried.
People surrounded by people voted, pitying their eyes. There were also some good things happening in the restaurant, and his crying was touching and heartbreaking.
At this moment, he thought of his father and mother to be next to him. He wanted to coquettishly loved his mother's arms. At the door, Xiao Er met, and quickly went to find the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper is always a soft -hearted person. Seeing the teenagers at the door so painful, he was busy ordered to bring food and helped him to the backyard to live.
"Oh, who's poor kid is this?" The shopkeeper looked at the young man devouring food with pity and asked, "Where are your father and mother?"
"They're all dead..."
"Ouch." The shopkeeper poured water for him and gave him dinner. When he saw that the shopkeeper was fat and had a kind face, he gradually let down his guard.
"Doll, what are your name, where do you live now?"
"I ... my name is Han Jin, there is no place to live."
"In that case, you can stay here from now on. We happen to be short of people. Are you willing?"
"Thank you so much, my benefactor, Han Jin is willing to work hard to repay you!"
"Oh, you can't do it with cows and horses. Just serve the dishes. Let's rest for two days to get familiar with it, and then work."
"yes!"
In the next two days, Han Jin thoroughly cleaned and groomed himself. His black hair was free of lice. The fat man carefully put on new clothes for him. When the other boys and girls saw Han Jin, they were completely different from before:
He has a face as white as jade, a tall figure, and a pair of black and translucent auspicious eyes. Although he is not shocking, he is still very handsome and exudes the immaturity of a young man.
"Oh, what a good kid." The shopkeeper put a hairpin on his hair and said, "See, you are no worse than other dolls." "
Han Jin stared at the strange self in the mirror, rubbed his red face blankly, and smiled shyly: "Is this really me?"
"Oh, this white baby doesn't recognize himself!"
Everyone laughed, and Han Jin laughed embarrassedly. At the beginning of his working day, he went to work with a fighting spirit, and he quickly won praise from the diners.
He stepped forward and stable, and never had an error. Soon this smart "white baby" was incorporated here. The small and second officers regarded him as a younger brother, let him everywhere, teased him, and almost forgot all his pain.
He was a good eater, even more greedy than the fat shopkeeper, which made the skinny young man's body gradually become more symmetrical. The shopkeeper occasionally fun: "Oh, it's really like a rich man"
This is this sentence that makes him happy to sleep all night. After saving money, he specially bought an illustrated copy of "The Biography of Heroes" and told his servants the story of Chi Han, the great ancestor of Kang, in his spare time.
Seeing that he liked to read, the fat shopkeeper lent all his collected history books. This also allows Han Jin to swim in the ocean of knowledge hungry.
One leisurely autumn day, a solitary owl flew straight across the sunset, and the lazy afterglow dispersed into the Juxiang Tower. At this time, the customers were scarce, and Han Jin sat quietly by the counter window and read the "Historical Records" seriously. When I was turning to "Chu Family", a red maple leaf quietly came over and fell on the page.
"Uncle Fat! Let's drink and drink!"
A crispy shouting to break the tranquility, Han Jin looked up, and saw a little girl jumping in, holding a gourd in her hand.
"Oh, this crazy girl is here!"
The fat shopkeeper smiled kindly: "Little Jinjin, hit a gourd wine!" Han Jin took his book and hurried to work. The little girl dangled and saw the leftovers, and said, "I want to eat too!"
Xiao Erle said at the door: "Take the money, otherwise you will get you out."
"I'll hit you first!" The little girl picked up the wine gourd and slapped his arm coquettishly.
Xiao Er smiled: "Mad girl, who dares to marry you in the future!"
"Tch, you want to marry me but you won't marry me yet!"
All diners laughed. Han Jin walked with wine, stood beside the fat shopkeeper, and whispered, "What's wrong with this little sister?"
"You don't know if you are here. This girl is the daughter of the south of Chengnan Baozi. What is the name 'gentle and unrealistic. This girl is crazy like a fake boy, it's amazing!"
Han Jin looked at the kid carefully and became a little cautious. Seeing that he stared at him, he jumped in front of him, and he looked at him with his head, like a righteous soldier:
"Hello! My name is gentle!"
Han Jin was inexplicable by this sudden greeting.
"Why-" Gentle launching his lower lip, like a discouraged balloon: "Why not ignore me?"
"Feel sorry."
Han Jin poured wine into the gourd very cautiously, but Wen Wen'er turned sideways and stared at his face, her gaze never leaving. Han Jin is even more nervous: "What do you see?"
"Haha, your face looks like a dumpling!"
The crowd laughed for a while, Han Jin quickly put the wine, and the little face was roasted by the laughter: "Please be self -respect, this is impolite."
"It's red! Haha, the dumplings are ready!" Everyone laughed even more crazily, and the laughter filled the street.
"You are talented! Your whole family is a group!"
Han Jin was going to leave angrily. Unexpectedly, gentleman learned his tone and said seriously: "Please be self -respect, this is impolite ..." This is OK, the exploded laugh almost can't stop. .
"You--" Han Jin was so angry that he couldn't do it.
"Little Tuanzi ~" Gentleneer smiled, and when she met her cute smile, Han Jin lost his anger, but complained helplessly: "I hate it."
"Hee hee, what is your name?"
"Me? My name is Han Jin."
"Why don't you call Han Ru?"
"I'm angry!"
"Oh, help~"
Wenwen'er ran out happily, her crisp laughter moving with the wind. Looking at that nimble little figure, it was really annoying. The fat shopkeeper laughed: "Do you see? This little girl is crazy!"
Han Jin looked at the sunset fading into the street and murmured: "What a crazy girl. If anyone marries this girl in the future, I will be the first to laugh at him."
Time flies, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, the golden branches fade away from the golden gold, and put on the winter silver. The piles of maple leaves under the eaves outside the window have now turned into cold snow. The cold wind fluttered, and the pedestrians were sparse. Han Jin was busy after a while, and then he was idle again, writing with his hands crooked with his hands on the window of the frost.
"Boom!" The waiter kicked the door open and shouted to the shopkeeper. Han Jin was cold, and he went to push the door extremely unhappy.
"Ouch, what's the matter?"
The waiter gasped: "I... I bid... I bid for General Wu's family dinner!"
The fat shopkeeper was stunned at first, and then said happily: "But it's the Wu family, one of the 'Four Surnames of Jiangdong'?"
"Yes! General Wu Huoquan!"
"Ouch!" The fat shopkeeper jumped up with joy and patted the waiter on the shoulder: "Boy, let's serve General Wu well this time, and we won't have to worry about making money in the future!
The two were delighted for a long time, and immediately decided to have a drink in the whole store after closing time. At night, all the waiters and waiters drank to congratulate each other. Pang took the cupboard and waved with a smile. He couldn't hold his teeth back. Han Jin, who was sitting next to him, was a little curious: "This general has such a famous name?"
The waiter replied: "Ah Jin, you don't know his surname is Wu? This is one of the 'Four Surnames in Jiangdong'!"
"What is the four surnames of Jiangdong?"
The fat shopkeeper took a sip of wine and replied drunkenly: "These 'Four Jiangdong surnames' are the Hua family, the Gu family, the Wu family, and the Huan family. They are all the most powerful aristocratic families. They are all rich and powerful. Rotten Su Chen, even the emperor comes to fear three points. In Jiangdong, they are the law, they are the law, and they are just a bit of oil in the mouth, which is enough for us to use it for several lifetime! "
"Are they born to be the first?" Why? "
"Based on the heavenly care, people are born to be superior. This is destined to hit."
Han Jin was speechless, but his mood plummeted, and he couldn't integrate with them. So after eating a few bites, I went back to my room to rest. Everyone was a little confused, but they didn't say anything hurtful.
The fat shopkeeper said calmly: "This kid is very ambitious. Maybe he can really do something in the future." "Yes! Maybe he can become a slave of one of the big families." This is the only low-class person that the waiters can think of. Best way out.
The next day, General Wu and his entourage arrived in a carriage. The fat shopkeeper had already led a group of waiters to stand at the door. When General Wu Huoquan got out of the car, they quickly knelt on the ground and said hello.
Wu Jiaji, the son of Wu Huoquan, saw them, and smiled evilly: "They are like dogs!"
When Han Jin saw that he was about the same age as himself, he would get up the theory. Unexpectedly, he was pressed down by the fat shopkeeper, and his head was lowered again.
"Get up." Wu Huoquan left with a sentence and took his family into Yajia. The fat shopkeeper ordered Han Jin Duan dishes, and closed the door of the Wu family to move the chopsticks lively. Although Han Jin was unhappy, he did not perform, just scolded. When the dishes are about to pass, the guy told: "A Jin, be careful!"
Han Jin responded and pushed the door in. The Wu family members who were having a drink and chatting were all silent at this time and just stared at him.
"Don't know how to knock on the door? There's something wrong with your brain!"
Although Han Jin felt uncomfortable being scolded, he still bent down to apologize.
"Forget it," Wu Huoquan shouted: "A low-class person is a low-class person. There is no etiquette in the first place, so don't waste your breath on him."
Han Jin gritted his teeth desperately, but there was nothing he could do. When he was about to turn around and leave, Wu Jiaji kicked him deliberately. He turned his head, glared at that hateful face angrily, gave the other party a warning and went out.
He was so aggrieved that he almost cried. He asked the fat shopkeeper for instructions and refused to do anything. But there was a shortage of manpower, so the fat shopkeeper had to persuade him to do it one last time. Although Han Jin was extremely reluctant, he still agreed.
He brought the food and almost ran over, hurry up! Get rid of these hateful things faster! This time, he knocked on the door. and swore not to look at any hateful face, but hurried forward.
Suddenly, his foot was kicked and his whole body suddenly leaned forward.
"Bang!"
He fell helplessly on the table filled with dishes. The dishes were all smashed to the ground like white raindrops.
"Dad - this kid stepped on my foot!" Wu Jiaji began to howl inexplicably. Wu Huoquan roared angrily, grabbed Han Jin's hair and threw it to the debris. Another burst of debris spread. Han Jin suddenly felt a burning pain in his cheek.
"You bastard, you are deliberately going against me!"
The fat shopkeeper rushed over after hearing the news and fell to his knees with a plop.
"Not only did your man step on my son, but he also ruined a table of food and drinks for me. What do you think he should do?"
Han Jin stood next to the fat shopkeeper like a little goose seeking the protection of its wings. He believed in the fat shopkeeper who treated him like a father: "I didn't step on his feet, he stepped on them deliberately..."
"Snapped!!!!"
A crisp slap hit his left cheek firmly, his ears rang, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he fell heavily to the ground.
"Dirty bitch!"
This scolding made Han Jin stunned. He couldn't believe that such words that could crush his self-esteem came from the mouth of the fat shopkeeper who he always regarded as his father.
"Sir, the little one is not familiar with him. He just saw that he was pitiful, so he took him in. In the end, he became a dog. You can't blame me."
"You don't know how to raise a dog, and I don't know how to control this store. From tomorrow on, this place belongs to me!" Seeing that he was dissatisfied, the fat shopkeeper grabbed Han Jin's hair and slapped him mercilessly.
In order to please Wu Huoquan, and even more for his own benefit, he cursed him angrily for nearly two hours. All kinds of derogatory, insulting, and obscene words were shot out like arrows, piercing his heart. After all, he was only fifteen years old. He simply couldn't bear such insults, not to mention that the person who insulted him was someone he had always admired.
"You bitch who lives a low life will never be able to achieve anything in his life!"
Han Jin couldn't bear it anymore, and he cried out in despair, which shocked everyone. With tears in his eyes, he pushed everyone away desperately and ran wildly into the wind and snow.
No matter what, escape from this land of right and wrong and stay away from these hateful things! Never come back again, even if you die in the ice and snow, go to hell with his aristocratic family, go to hell with his low-class people, go to hell with his world, go to hell with his life!
He was wandering in the wind and snow, his stomach hurt from hunger, and his hands were covered in blood-red and frozen wounds. The wind whimpered like a ghost. He squatted down against a corner, hugged his legs helplessly, buried his head deeply, and began to cry. He really couldn't figure out why he would betray himself. They were obviously a family.
The world is gray and there is no hope. "It's better... just die like this, so that he can always be with his parents who love him the most, and can happily grind medicine with the old doctor and grandpa... Yes, living in this world means a lot to him. It's just a suffering. I really don't want to stay in this hopeless world for a moment.
"But he said that Kang Taizu Chi Han didn't regret his ironclad words and became the top seven-foot man. Don't imitate the tears of his daughter..."
An opera tune came from nowhere and sang into the young man's broken heart. In a daze, he saw the great hero Chi Han standing in front of him, wearing a dragon robe, with blood on his feet, and holding a three-foot sword. He spoke slowly: "Do you want to be a low-class person for the rest of your life?"
"This is fate. I was born as a low-class person and will remain a low-class person my whole life."
"No, you earned your position with your hands, and you have to decide your own destiny."
Looking up again, there are only countless snowflakes flying.
"Huh? Isn't this a dumpling?" A sweet voice came, making Han Jin tremble all over. He sobbed and looked at the sound, and saw a gentle boy coming over eating hot buns.
She squatted in front of Han Jin and tilted her head in confusion: "Why is your face covered with injuries? It must hurt. Why are you squatting here? Huh?"
"I...I was kicked out." Han Jin cried slightly and trembled all over.
"Hehe, I have one bun left! For you to eat~" Her smile made even the wind and snow gradually become gentle.
Han Jin's hands were so cold that he couldn't bend or stretch them, so Wen Wen'er put on the flower gloves she was wearing for him. Han Jin felt her tenderness and couldn't help but feel sour in his heart as he ate the steamed buns.
"Oh, isn't it delicious? What a picky little dumpling~" She squinted her eyes and looked very cute. "What are you going to do next? Do you want to go to my house?"
Han Jin trembled and stood up, standing in the wind and snow: "I don't want to be so stubborn... I want to change my destiny like Kang Taizu Chi Han did."
"Okay then, bye~"
"Hey! Your gloves!"
"I don't want it~"
Han Jin looked at the figure disappearing in the wind and snow, and secretly swore in his heart: "When the day comes, I will return it to you with my own hands."
He turned around and resolutely embarked on the unknown road ahead. The distance was covered with frost and snow, and the cold wind was miserable...
