Dou Zhong didn't know why he suddenly remembered the past that he hadn't remembered for a long time tonight. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He was a man of faith.

I always feel that everything is predestined.

Those whose homes were raided by him were because of their lives, and those who were put to death by him were also killed.

Even himself, from a slave to the dust to the current Marquis of Huaiyin, is also because of the arrangement of fate.

If it weren't for this, why would he, a person who can't be literate and martial artistic, achieve such a position today?

With so many families and so many lives, he doesn't care about it.

Because, that was God's arrangement, and it had nothing to do with him Dou Zhong.

But only that initial starting point made him still have some uneasiness in his heart.

That's not a natural disaster, it's a man-made disaster.

And the origin of that man-made disaster came from his own deliberate guidance.

In fact, the ultimate witness is also himself.

A shadow is reflected on the window paper.

Dou Zhong put down the enamel teacup in his hand that he had been playing with for a long time, and put away the emotions surging in his eyes.

"You're here~"

He said calmly, his thin voice like a woman's.

The window clicked and pushed open, and a gust of wind blew, and the open window closed again.

A black shadow stood at the base of the wall in the dark, and if it weren't for the cold sword in his hand, it would have been almost imperceptible.

"Before you kill me, would you be interested in listening to me tell a story? Dou Zhong raised his eyes, looked at the young man in front of him, and raised a kind smile.

Perhaps moved by that sad and innocent smile, or confident enough to feel that the person in front of him could not escape his sword, the person stood silently in place, without drawing his sword or making the next move.

Seeing this, Dou Zhong threw a grateful glance at the man.

"Once upon a time, there was a child who often did not have enough to eat and went hungry. He wandered the streets every day, begging for a little leftover food in the east and a few steamed buns in the west, drinking cold water when he was thirsty, and sleeping in a broken temple at night. ”

"He often ran around barefoot, so his feet were covered with wounds. One winter, it snowed heavily and the weather was very cold. ”

The child was so hungry in the ruined temple that he wrapped his feet in straw and went out to beg for a hot meal. ”

"On that day, many families were closed to their homes, huddled around charcoal fires to keep warm. On the empty street, there are only children, curled up, stepping on shoes hastily wrapped in straw, and walking forward against the howling cold wind. ”

As he walked, he shivered with cold. I was looking forward to how nice it would be if any kind person could give him a bowl of hot soup!"

"The straw-tied shoes are not strong, and the straw falls down as you walk. As I walked, there were many straw stalks left in the white snow. ”

Soon, the straw shoes were left with a thin layer, which could not keep the cold wind at all, and the snow melted and soaked into the soles of the feet, and the child was almost freezing. ”

Just then, he knocked on a magnificent-looking door. ”

"All right, sir. The child pleaded, "I have not eaten anything for almost three days." ”

But the housekeeper, attracted by the knock on the door, kicked the child to the ground and gave him a few fists. Because he had just lost money in gambling, he was forced to brave the cold wind to open the door, and he was in a belly full of anger. ”

Seeing the door slam shut, the child shrank up from the snow and continued to walk. Children are accustomed to this kind of encounter. Besides, there is more than one giant family in the city, this one can't get it, just go to the other one. There is always a family that will be kind enough to give him something. ”

With this in mind, the child continued to move on. The biting chill came up from the soles of the feet, and the child's whole body seemed to be completely unfeeling. Even, he felt that even the breath he exhaled was so cold that it was about to turn into frost. ”

Only the heart in the chest, which contracted and beat violently because of hunger and cold, told the child that he still had a breath of life. He was not a corpse, but a living person. ”

"Go, go, go, one after another, but for some reason, that day, the children didn't get anything, not even a cold and hard steamed bun, but they didn't get one. ”

"The snow is falling heavier, and there is already a layer of snowflakes on the children. He was cold and hungry, and the straw stalks on his feet had fallen off. Barefoot, he continued on his way, and finally came to the door of another house. This one, the door is more magnificent than the previous dozen or so. There are also two large stone lions squatting in front of the door. ”

He thought he had walked the entire east of the city, but he didn't expect that there was one last one here. The fence of this house is very long, and it is a long distance from the previous one. From this, you can imagine how rich the owner of this family is. ”

Dou Zhong said slowly, his voice was soft and thin, as if he had brought people into that cold winter, and walked barefoot with the stray child in the snow in the cold wind.

At this time, the child was already a little delirious from the cold, and his feet standing on the snow did not even feel the chilblains bursting. But despite this, he forced himself to go up and knock on the door. For he knew that this was his last hope of the morning, and that if he did not try to go up and knock at the door, he would starve to death and freeze to death. ”

"The child has lived for seven or eight years, and he is already afraid of the feeling of cold and hunger. If he wants to freeze to death and starve to death in this life, in the next life, he would rather be a beast fed by people than a human being. ”

With anticipation and despair, the child moved to the door with difficulty, ready to rest for a while before knocking. ”

But he was so cold and hungry that his arms were already frozen, and his strength had long since been exhausted. He came to the last door, and after resting for a while, he found that he could only watch at the door, but could not knock on him. ”

In the cold wind, the child wanted to cry twice to attract people's attention, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the cold wind poured into his astringent and painful throat, and he found in despair that no matter how hard he tried to scream, he could only make a very low hissing sound. Mixed in with the whining wind, there was nothing left that was masked. ”

"The child who rarely cried cried for the first time, and he cried very sadly. He regretted it a little, and he thought that if he couldn't hide in the broken temple, maybe he would be able to survive two days before starving to death. Although the broken temple is also cold, it can at least block the wind. Now he is cold and hungry, and there is no hope in sight. ”

Soon, the child found that in such a situation, it was too luxurious to even cry and vent the emotions in his heart. Because, his tears and snot were frozen, his eyes became blurry, his nose was a little blocked, and he even had some difficulty breathing. ”