Although the boy is small, there are vague beautiful traces between his eyebrows and eyes, and his peach blossom eyes are crooked, which is imprinted on his little face, which is still a little round, which is very cute.

It's just that at this time, the little peach blossom eyes were full of worry, and the black and white eyes reflected the boy lying on the ground.

The boy ran forward a few more steps, only to see the angry man in the hallway and his mother in his arms, and the two little short legs were suddenly stunned.

"Envy," the man said in a slightly better tone when he saw the boy who was five points similar to himself, and tried to suppress his anger, "Come here." ”

"But ......" The little boy did not move. His eyes swept over the majestic man, his pupils flashed, obviously a little afraid of the man, but he still quietly glanced at the direction of the young man, and said timidly, "Second brother, he still ......"

Before he finished speaking, the man's anger rose slowly, and he couldn't suppress his anger anymore, and shouted: "Shut up, I don't have that rebel!"

On the other side, Shao Jinghua, who finally moved his arm and propped himself up, was silent when he heard this, and then continued to move his hand as if he ignored it.

The boy looked at the young man who still had blood marks on the corners of his lips, and then at his angry father, and after all, he slowly moved towards his second brother.

The man was stunned for a moment, and laughed angrily: "Okay, good! One or two are like this, you ......."

He pointed at the boy, trembling, but couldn't say anything.

"Beiyan," the woman in her arms opened her mouth just right, soft and weak, like a breeze, but the look in her eyes was unpredictable, "Don't be angry, hurt your body." ”

Immediately, her gaze turned to the boy: "Envy, come to my mother's side." ”

The boy turned his head to look at his mother, pursed his lips, and the appearance on his little face was surprisingly similar to Shao Jinghua, with a struggle in his eyes, and then he turned his head and stopped looking.

Extremely stubborn.

"Second brother, how are you?" Tong Yin was soft and glutinous, softly, as if he was afraid of scaring something.

The boy looked up. The numbness in his long narrow pupils seemed to be broken by something for a moment, but it was finally covered by more ruthless indifference: "You go." ”

You can't help me.

Shao Jinghua endured the pain in his heart and kept the same speed to get up, suppressed the surging qi and blood in his chest, and coughed lightly twice before turning to the man.

There was silence for a long time, as if it was brewing, and as if it was calming down, and when he spoke, it was completely silent, but the words he said were like thunder: "Since you don't recognize me or my mother, then ...... As you wish. ”

The man was stunned for a moment, forgetting his anger for a while, and said in amazement: "What do you mean?"

"It means," the young man said expressionlessly, "Shao Beiyan, from now on, I don't recognize you as a father." ”

"Even if you are dissatisfied with your father, you can't be so rebellious. At this moment, a female voice came, and Qing Ling spoke quickly but anxiously.

"Great rebellion?" the young man raised his eyebrows, "So, Lord Shao, are you satisfied with this title?"

The woman was speechless, looking back at the man, wanting to be comforted, but saw that the man was silent.

"That's it," the man's anger suddenly vanished, and the whole person seemed to be much older, "do whatever you want." ”

He wanted to say something soft, but he couldn't say it, so he could only snort coldly: "Then I won't have your son in the future." ”

This sentence just wanted Shao Jinghua to retreat, but he didn't want to, the young man said: "I hope the head of the family will remember what I said today, I don't want you to recall it again after many years." ”

The sound fell, taking away the lonely back of the young man, faltering, but struggling tenaciously in the dark.

The boy looked at his brother's back as he left, his mouth flattened, and two tears rolled in his eyes. He was too young to understand why his brother, who had always been closest to him, would leave in such a hurry.

But in the end, he didn't cry.

In the middle of the courtyard, white ribbons fluttered, wrapped around the walls of the house, and on the wooden coffin in the center.

In the white belt in the sky, a young man in plain clothes slowly walked in.

The whiteness of his eyes covered the emptiness and desolation in his eyes. Only he knew that from that day on, he had no parents, only his third brother Shao Yanmu.

Shao Jinghua walked to the coffin almost mechanically, knelt down mechanically, and never moved again.

When twilight fell, until the stars shone brightly, and then to the east, he knelt like this, thinking about tea and food, as if his life had been drained.

With a creak, the wooden door was pushed, accompanied by the soft voice of the boy.

"Brother. ”

Shao Jing Hua Muran.

"Second brother. ”

Shao Jinghua still didn't move.

The light but rapid footsteps are getting closer and closer: "Second brother, you haven't moved for three days, come out and eat." ”

Shao Yanmu's little face was completely wrinkled, even if he was still young, he knew that his second brother would never be able to survive the seven days of an ordinary person without dripping water with the cultivation of only the Triple Heaven Initial Realm.

Shao Jinghua was able to do this, and it was because his terrifying mind was struggling to support his crumbling body, and as soon as this breath was released, he was afraid that he would fall.

"Second brother!" Shao Yan simply jumped to Shao Jinghua's side and knelt with him, regardless of whether he could hold it or not.

As the hours passed, his little face gradually turned white and bloodless, and his hands hanging beside him struggled to twist the hem of his clothes, and there was already a green shadow under his eyes.

"You go," a long, pale hand held him behind him just as the boy was about to collapse, "don't come again, don't bother me again." ”

The boy's voice was hoarse and low, like a bellows rattling, like rusty iron rubbing, and the usual magnetism was gone, only dry.

The boy's watery eyes looked at the boy's long, narrow eyes, and unsurprisingly, he saw a bloodshot red eye.

The boy sighed softly. Using his palm as a knife, he raised his hand and slashed at the back of the boy's neck, and the boy fell asleep.

The boy withdrew his hand, his face indifferent, and no one noticed that his hand behind him was trembling.

...... ......

"Come on, the mourning hall walks the water!"

The boy woke up from the dark world, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that his eyes were full of fire.

At the end of the white silk, there was a spark spreading rapidly, and the smoke in the room was choking.

The boy was so angry that before he could say anything, he accidentally inhaled a puff of cigarette.

Suddenly, days of strong support were all in vain under the last straw that bent the camel.

As soon as his eyes went dark, he fainted.

The last thing I saw was a sea of fire in the room.

On that day, the third lady of the Simon family set fire to the mourning hall.

On that day, Shao Jinghua, the second young master of the Shao family, disappeared and was never heard from.

That day was the birthday of Shao Nian, the god of war in Qingcheng.