As soon as Lin Xiu was born, he became an orphan. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At that time, it began to snow heavily in the imperial capital, and when a middle-aged couple who were singing on the street came home, they took out a baby boy in a black box in the snow. The cute appearance of the baby boy is really lovely, and the middle-aged woman took a fancy to it at a glance and insisted on taking it home to raise.

The family situation is not good, but the middle-aged man still agreed, after all, they have not even had a child after 20 years of marriage.

So, Lin Xiu had a home in this way.

Except for some big families in the imperial capital, more ordinary people live at the bottom and make a living by various crafts and ventriloquism. Lin Xiu's father and mother are like this, they set up stalls on the street to sing operas, husband and wife partners, although they are fortunate, but they are enough to ensure food and clothing.

Six years passed quickly, and Lin Xiu's appearance became more and more handsome. Following his father, Lin Xiu has developed a good voice, a deep tenor, a sweet female voice, and a vicissitudes of speech, he can switch easily.

Lin Xiu once thought that he would make a living by singing like his father and mother in the future until he died, but fate did not let him go so easily. His father and mother never came back after setting up a stall to sing a play.

It was snowing heavily again, and Lin Xiu was hungry at home all day. He ran out early the next morning, running frantically, slipping and falling many times on the road, and Lin Xiu's nose and face were swollen, but Lin Xiu kept insisting and didn't scream in pain. He knew that as long as he saw his father, everything would be settled.

Finally in a snowy field, Lin Xiu found his father and mother, they were lying on the snow, the snow didn't have time to cover their faces, their hands were ...... It was gone from the elbow down, and the blood was bleeding all over the ground.

"Daddy...... Mother!" Lin Xiu shook his father's body and kept screaming.

Lin Xiu's father opened his eyes and looked at his child, dying, trembling and talking.

"No...... I'm going to cry......" he tried very hard to hide his severed hand under his body, "Xiu'er, close your eyes and don't look." ”

Lin Xiu burst into tears and blindfolded his eyes with his hands.

"Xiu'er, do you remember the flatbread that my father hid under the bed yesterday?"

Lin Xiu nodded, "I stole one today, and there are thirty-one left." ”

"Good...... Very good......" Lin Xiu's father laughed, "You put these gongs and drums...... Put it away...... Let's go home. ”

Lin Xiu shook his head, he didn't want to leave his father and mother.

"I ...... I can't go. Daddy shook his head, "Promise Daddy, Xiu'er, you must live well." When he said this, Dad's eyes drifted, "Pack up your things and go home...... Leave us alone...... Don't look back......"

Lin Xiu knew that his father never changed his words, so he retreated step by step, picked up those gongs and drums, and then ran frantically towards home.

After returning home, Lin Xiu cried for two days, until the third day, when he came to the street again with a gong and drum, he found that his father's body was gone. Someone told him that the bodies of the two were thrown away by the patrol team of the imperial capital, and it is estimated that they have now been eaten by wild cats and dogs.

Lin Xiu didn't cry anymore, he packed up the gongs and drums, learned from his father, and began to sing a one-person play. The streets were full of people, but no one stopped to look at the child.

At the beginning, Lin Xiu was hungry day by day, and he was reluctant to eat the flatbread that was starting to mold. Later, gradually, he sang better and better, not much worse than his father's mother, Lin Xiu began to eat enough, and even bought two wooden signs, on which he engraved his father's name very seriously.

Two years passed quickly, Lin Xiu was eight years old, his hair grew long and draped over his shoulders, and he also began to get used to living alone.

In the past two years, there has been a war between the Lingwu Empire and the Black Empire, and every day there are groups of refugees pouring into the imperial capital, and the entire imperial capital is in chaos.

That day, it was raining heavily in the sky, and Lin Xiu was still singing by himself, but business was getting colder and colder.

The heavy rain had been going on for more than three hours, the streets were mixed with food and muddy water, and the refugees were lying in the mud with the patrols, and the fighting had continued to the end, and the living refugees were driven out of the city, leaving the seriously wounded and corpses.

In the evening, Lin Xian wanted to close the stall, but in the distance in a pile of corpses, he saw a little girl of six or seven years old, she was very thin, her ragged clothes had been wet by the rain, and her yellow hair was sticking to her face, and she couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears that made her whole face spent.

At the moment, she was trying to drag a middle-aged man covered in blood, apparently a refugee, perhaps starved to death, or seriously injured in a battle with the guards.

The little girl wanted to pull the middle-aged man under the eaves to avoid being caught in the rain, but she was so weak that she couldn't pull it at all, and the little girl's mouth shouted, "Daddy...... Woohoo......"

Lin Xiu walked in front of the girl and stood in front of her blankly, looking at her intently, the familiar scene in front of him made him sound a lot, the heavy snow two years ago fell madly in his memories, wetting his soul.

The girl turned her head and whimpered, a begging look in her eyes.

Lin Xiu raised his head, opened his mouth, and choked in his throat. He glanced at the man, he was already nine points dead, a wound in the chest, fatal injury, the gods could not be saved.

The girl lay on top of her father and whimpered and cried. Lin Xiu, on the other hand, always looked at the girl, and the emotions in his eyes were very complicated, sympathetic, soft, sad and melancholy......

The middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Lin Xiu, and then his gaze stayed on the little girl, Lin Xiu knew that he had not lived long since he returned to the light, "You bought my daughter, don't let her starve to death!" The middle-aged man suddenly turned over and got up, kneeling on the ground.

"Please!" The middle-aged man had tears in his eyes, he knew that during this period, as long as he lost his breath, his daughter would have no other ending in the chaotic imperial capital except starvation or being beaten to death, although Lin Xiu didn't look like a rich man, but at least he was well fed and clothed, and he could ensure that he would survive.

Lin Xiu looked in his pocket for a long time, but today's business was too cold, he only earned a silver coin, after a careful look, Lin Xiu walked in front of the middle-aged man, put it in his hand, and then raised his hand and grabbed the girl's wrist, looking at the middle-aged eyes, "She's mine!"

The middle-aged man's eyes widened, staring at the pitiful silver coin in his hand, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said laboriously: "One ...... A silver coin!"

Lin Xiu nodded solemnly.

The middle-aged man looked at Lin Xiu and panted: "You...... You have to treat my daughter well!"

The girl kept staring at her father's eyes, and when she saw that his eyes were closed, she immediately pounced on her middle-aged body and shook her middle-aged body vigorously, shouting hoarsely: "Daddy...... Wake up, don't leave me alone, I'm afraid! Daddy, woo...... You get up!"

Lin Xiu grabbed the girl's arm tightly and picked her up, but the girl ignored him at all, and insisted on rushing towards the middle-aged man's body, Lin Xiu shouted loudly: "I will protect you in the future!"

The girl opened her big eyes, burst into tears, looked at Lin Xiu a little timidly, and choked up: "I want my father to come back to life!"

"He's dead, and you're mine from now on!—you'll have to take my last name from now on!" he said earnestly, and then, in the cold wind, he took off his coat and draped it over the little girl.

At this time, the heavy rain slowly stopped, and the east of the city was a mass grave of the refugees after their deaths, and the corpses were piled up into a hill.

The girl cried again and almost fainted, but Lin Xiu didn't speak, just held her hand tightly, and then ignored her struggles and pulled straight home.

Walking in an unknown direction, the girl's eyes involuntarily looked towards the mass grave in the east, where her father, who depended on her life, was buried.

Then she tilted her head to look at Lin Xiu again, and felt a little more warmth on her coat, and for a moment, this boy, who was not much older than herself, seemed to take the place of her father - in a woman's life, there will always be a man watching over her, and she held Lin Xiu's hand tightly......

In this way, Lin Xiu adopted a little girl, that year, he was eight years old, and the little girl was only six years old.

After adopting the little girl, the world of the two of them is a little more fun, but at the same time, they also shoulder the responsibility.

At first, the girl didn't understand anything. Washing feet, bathing, washing clothes, and even getting dressed were all things that Lin Xiu helped. He was only eight years old, but like a conscientious father, he gave the girl all the love, and even he didn't know why.

Maybe it's because a few years ago, Lin Xiu also longed for someone to treat him, he could understand, so he loved it.

Life is busy and happy, the days go by leisurely, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

As the two grew up, they became more and more intimate. Lin Yan'er is sixteen years old, she is beautiful and moving, and Lin Xiu's singing is as good as possible, the two of them are matched, and their reputation gradually breaks out. Even some forces in the imperial capital invited the two of them to come over to help the fun during the festive time.

Everything was fine, until one day, the Yun family, one of the four major forces in the imperial capital, sent someone over, saying that it was the coming-of-age ceremony of his son-in-law, and asked Lin Xiu and the others to go to sing and cheer up.

There was no reason to refuse, and there was no right to refuse, Lin Xiu and Lin Yan'er simply packed up the gongs and drums and walked into the huge Cloud Mansion.

And when they entered the Yunfu, the gate made of precious sandalwood was "woo" covered, and the two of them seemed to feel something, and they both looked back, but they didn't expect that the peaceful and stable life was completely destroyed at this moment, and this door was separated from the plain and happy life.

Fate is so ridiculous, yet so cruel.