In the early morning, the dew is crystal clear, slowly hanging down from the tips of the leaves with some tender green, and then jumping down from the leaves, as if after jumping down, a whole new world will appear.
Xiao Fang Yingxing felt some water droplets dripping on his face. He slowly got up. His wound from yesterday was still aching, but overall it was getting better.
He didn't want to leave here, but he had no choice. He had to go back to the clan, otherwise he would starve to death here. He sighed and stretched. After touching the sign I made, I walked slowly down the mountain along the road.
Fang Yingxing looked at his once young body walking cautiously step by step in front of him, feeling a little unexplainable in his heart.
He couldn't help but think of some past events.
He remembers things very early, which is different from ordinary people. He can remember things when he is more than one year old. Sometimes he laughs at himself that this is a small gift of compensation from God.
But even so, he still had no impression of his father. His mother said that his father was a hero, fighting and suppressing some dark creatures that frequently appeared.
Only his mother was taking care of him, but he was very happy during those years. Her mother would always take him to the mountaintop paradise to play, blowing the wind, smelling the flowers, telling him stories about the stars, the moon and the sun, and also telling him about his father’s battles. s story.
Fang Yingxing was born blind and could not use his spiritual power to perform Taoism. But unlike others, his mother always took care of him tenderly. Fang Yingxing's hearing was very keen, and he could detect a completely different laughter when his mother smiled at him, without any pretense.
Later, when he was about five years old, someone said that his father died fighting in the starry sky, but his mother did not believe it and told Fang Yingxing that it was impossible.
Fang Yingxing remembered clearly that that night, his mother cried all night. He once stretched out his little hand to gently wipe his mother's tears, and then her mother hugged him tightly, but there were more tears.
The next day, his mother looked at him reluctantly and told his childhood self that he was going to find his father, who would come back soon, and asked him to obey the people of the clan.
He didn't quite understand, but he nodded obediently. He didn't want to disappoint his mother.
Before leaving, my mother placed herself in the room they lived in together, and asked some tribesmen to take good care of me. She gave them a lot of cultivation resources as a reward, and of course left enough resources for her son.
In the beginning, the tribesmen were indeed very kind to him. They gave him meat every day. If the children dared to tease him, their parents would pull him back. They also gave him the first method of cultivation, allowing him to gather spiritual power.
He would sit blankly at the door every day, listening to the sounds outside, hoping for those familiar footsteps.
However, there always seems to be a lot of fake things in the world, and maybe they are all true, but it’s just that you can’t tell the truth from the false.
When he was six years old, he ignorantly heard that the tribesmen always called his mother's name in advance, indicating that her mother was coming back. He happily put on the shoes that his mother had knitted for him before she left, and jumped to greet her. During this period, due to the I was too excited and didn't explore the road carefully, so I accidentally bumped into it twice.
He came to the ancestral hall and asked the patriarch with joy, "When will my mother come home?"
However, he only heard the cold voice of the patriarch: "Your mother is dead. She had an accident on the battlefield."
Young Fang Yingxing's heart sank to the bottom and his throat tightened. He didn't believe it. The patriarch must have made a mistake. His mother clearly said he would be able to go home soon!
The sky was misty, and raindrops fell in patter, knocking off the remaining flowers and leaves. In the mist, a child ran, shouting, toward the only paradise above.
Raindrops fell on his face, blending with tears. Which ones are water and which ones are tears? He couldn't tell.
Finally, because he couldn't see the body under his feet, he fell in the mud. The mud smeared on his face and body, but no one could wash away the mud marks for him...
After that, the tribe's attitude towards him gradually changed. The elders said that a child could not take good care of the resources left by his mother, so they "kept" his resources.
As the patriarch's children grew up, they fell in love with Fang Yingxing's home and wanted to move Fang Yingxing out. However, Fang Yingxing was absolutely unwilling at first. After all, this house carried the memories of himself and his mother.
So the clan leader found an excuse. He cut off food for Fang Yingxing and did not allow anyone else to buy Yingxing's house. He also said that only if Fang Yingxing gave him the house would he have food to eat.
In the end, Fang Yingxing, who was extremely hungry, was forced to hand over the house to him, and lived in an almost abandoned alchemy room.
The children gradually discovered this strange guy, who was unable to perform Taoist magic and was blind.
They began to play tricks on Fang Yingxing and snatch his things. Most of the parents turned a blind eye. Some would pull their children away, but not for Fang Yingxing, but because they did not want their children to have anything to do with such a guy.
Because the food provided by his family was too little, he would steal other people's food when he was really hungry. Many people who didn't hate him at first also began to hate him. In addition, the children always blamed Fang Yingxing when they did something wrong. , because there were so many people, it was impossible for anyone to believe Fang Yingxing. Over time, Fang Yingxing almost became a definite waste and bad boy in people's mouth.
As time goes by, Fang Yingxing's character becomes more and more withdrawn, more closed, and calmer, and he has a calmness that is impossible for his peers.
He found that as long as he kept quiet and didn't show his pain, the children would lose the fun of teasing him and walk away bored.
Fang Yingxing returned home with his young self.
There used to be an alchemy room there, but it had been abandoned for countless years. The walls were covered with cracks like spider webs, there were some damages on the beams, and the spiritual power of the alchemy furnace had long since disappeared.
Xiao Fang Yingxing fumbled for a long time, and finally found a cloth bag in a corner, took out a piece of hard steamed bun, divided it into two pieces, then put one piece back and gnawed on the other piece.
He ate very carefully because he was afraid that if he ate too much, he would finish it all immediately. A voice came from outside: "Boy, come out!"
Xiao Fang Yingxing didn't panic when he heard the sound. He carefully put the bag into a small pit in the corner, and then buried it with soil.
He knew that the mud marks on his shoes must have been discovered, so there was no point in hiding.
He opened the door and said, "Uncle Qi, is something wrong?"
Fang Yingxing looked at Uncle Qi and knew that this guy was extremely defensive and had often made things difficult for him when he was a child.
Next to Uncle Qi stood a young man. He was the young man who snatched Fang Yingxing's shoes. There was a bruise on his face, which was Xiao Fang Yingxing's fist mark.
Uncle Qi roared angrily, "Boy, I heard that you attacked my son secretly. If those boys like Fang Li hadn't happened to see it, were you planning to kill my son?"
Xiao Fang Yingxing's face was expressionless. He was not surprised by the lies these children had made up and was not prepared to explain, because these parents would definitely not believe him.
Besides, Fang Yingxing doesn’t think that all parents are unaware, but is there any difference between knowing or not? It's all the same style.
