That day, it was cloudy and drizzling, in a long winter season.

My name is Fu Xianyin, and from that day on, I came into this world.

They all said that I was a very happy girl. Because I have a very powerful father. He is the person I admire the most and is a big hero.

I've always been proud to have a dad like that.

But they didn't know that my father was a short-lived man.

God is jealous of talent, this word was taught to me by my brother.

Well, to be honest, I don't really have any impression of my father, my brother actually told me these things.

My father's name is Fu Li Nian. My brother's name is Fusi.

There is no shortage of storytellers in this world, and there is no shortage of storytellers. They can always paint the earth-shattering ghosts and gods that taste the same as chewing wax, which makes me admire it to the extreme.

I don't have any sense of their reckless falsification and distortion of facts. After all, a story is a story. As for how to make the listener happier, that's none of the business for me.

After all, the passage is always more exciting than the deduction. So, there's no need to worry about that.

But what I regret very much is that when I grow up, I want to listen to my father's story, but there is no teahouse novel to remember a story for my father, even if it is apocryphal.

This leaves me with no way to get half of the words of others, and can only take as the only version that my brother has painted as true.

I love my brother so much.

But, sadly, I didn't love him more than he loved me.

I want to prove it now, and I'm going to start from the beginning. It's a very long story.

It can also be very short.

Just, my whole life.

My first memory is a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

I can't remember my father's appearance, but I do remember that my father and mother were very gentle.

However, my dad must be very good-looking.

Because, my brother's appearance is very outstanding. I'm not bad either.

It's not that I'm narcissistic, because later, I've been the biggest green house in the country of Nehua, the top brand of nephrite incense.

It sounds good because I have excellent piano skills.

In fact, I know better than anyone else that if my appearance can't arouse people's fantasies, no matter how outstanding my piano skills are, they will be outstanding in vain.

Back to the point, except for that Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, I have no memory of the past.

It was three days after my fourth birthday.

It was winter, but there was no snow.

It never snows in Neva, which is the biggest reason I don't like here.

The guy I love, he loves snow a lot. That's for another time.

That day, a group of people rushed into my house, and my father didn't come home for many days, and it was just me, my mother and brother, around the fire.

My mother seems to have said that she wants to cook something to eat, but as for whether it was mutton soup or something else, I really can't remember.

Later, as soon as I covered my eyes with both hands, I fainted.

When I woke up again, only my brother was left.

We were in a ruined temple.

The cold wind swept in, sweeping in large patches of broken dead leaves.

I said, "Brother, I'm so cold." ”

My brother hugged me and he said, "Tomorrow, tomorrow will not be cold." ”

I said, "Brother, I'm so hungry." ”

My brother said, let me think about the braised pork ribs made by my mother, and if I think about it, I won't be hungry.

I have to say that I really didn't understand anything at that time, because I spoke again, and I didn't notice my brother's constant trembling and tear-staining face.

"Brother, I'm afraid."

Immediately afterward, I was served a feast full of delicious food.

"Wow~" My brother made me close my eyes, "I've poured the lard into the pot now!" ”

"Smack! Syllable! All right! The oil is already hot, let's put the meat in the pot just now~"

"Now, we're going to put green onions and chili peppers and stir-fry them! Crackle, crackle, crackle! Sister, do you smell it, is it fragrant? ”

There was only a slight prickly cold air, but at that time, I really felt the smell of meat, and I was not afraid at all, and I was full.

My brother stir-fried dishes all night, from braised pork ribs to sweet and sour tenderloin, from salt-and-pepper chicken to stewed meatballs.

I slept soundly.

It was so good that I completely forgot that my brother was only three years older than me at that time. He was only a seven-year-old child.

I don't remember much about what happened next, but I vaguely remember some fragments.

Every day I hid in a ruined temple, wrapped in a piece of ragged robe, which my brother had worked so hard to pick up.

My brother would go out tomorrow and come back in the evening, with steamed buns, or buns, and at one time half a oily chicken thigh, which was a little dusty, but very fragrant.

My brother always has all kinds of bruises on his body, and every time I ask, he laughs and says that he thinks this is unique, so he painted it on purpose.

I thought it was ugly, so I never asked my brother how he drew it.

At that time, I didn't know that there was a kind of person in this world who would do things that no one liked, such as stealing things.

I don't know, stealing things, will get beaten. When you are beaten, it hurts.

At that time, I had never been beaten, my mother was very careful, and I never even fell, so I didn't know what pain was.

I just think it's a new day like this, but it's also fun. Except that I am often hungry and the food that my brother brings back is dirty, there is nothing wrong with it.

I asked where my father and mother had gone.

My brother said happily that we were playing peek-a-boo, and we couldn't let my father and mother find it, otherwise we would lose, and the shameful face of the loss would cry our nose, and the crying nose would be a slug.

Of course I don't have to be ashamed, I'm not a slug.

So I kept hiding obediently, and I didn't cry my nose.

These days did not last long, and I still remember that on the day I left the ruined temple, the sky was white, but it never snowed.

Day by day, I didn't eat, I didn't have the strength, I broke my feet, and the wind and sand blinded my eyes.

I followed my brother until I didn't feel tired, I got used to it, and I walked to no one else.

Just when I thought I really couldn't do it, I saw the first snow in my life.

We walked a lot that day, and my brother said it would be soon.

I didn't know where I was going, all I knew was that the knife-like wind wrapped itself in small hard grains of sand and kept tearing and slapping at me.

I was so weak that sure enough, my eyes went dark and I didn't know anymore.

Little did I know that it would be the last time I would see my brother for a long time after that.

Although there are no ifs in life, I can say it again.

If I had known, I wouldn't have fainted. I'm sure I'll be able to hold on a little longer, at the very least, to warm my brother's hands and feet, which have been frozen and unconscious.

When I woke up, my brother was gone.

I met a guy who didn't seem to be a good talker, and he looked very different from my dad.

I know, this is the Wudesert Country, I am in the Hechu Gang, and the person who is very difficult to talk to is the leader of the Hechu Gang.

His name is Heavy Sigh, and it sounds like a very unhappy name. I always felt that the name of the helper was unavoidably responsible for the sad face all day long.

They said that I fainted at the door of the Hechu Gang, and the helper was benevolent, and when he saw my young age, he rescued me. From now on, I will be a member of the Hechu Gang.

Most of the Hechu gang were men, and I quickly realized that this was a hint.

Hinting to me, the days here are not at all something that girls can bear!

In this paragraph, I really want to complain, because I am full of resentment every day.

Although I am well fed and clothed, I don't think these days are better than breaking the temple.

Every day before dawn, we have to get up and practice.

I don't understand why there is such a dehumanizing thing in the world. Except for the soft work, everything else makes me feel miserable.

For example, after practicing soft skills every day, I have to tie two iron balls on my feet that are almost as heavy as me to run.

If you can't come back, you can't eat, you can't eat, you don't have the strength to fetch firewood and water in the afternoon, you can't finish it if you don't have the strength, you can't sleep if you can't finish it, and you can't get up the next day if you don't sleep.

Over and over again, it's an endless loop.

I quickly learned this new sensation, called pain.

I have pain all over my body, every day.

I tried to show weakness to my brother as I had done to them, trying to get some special kindness from me as a girl and at a young age.

It turns out that no one will eat this set anymore except for my brother. At least no one here eats it.

They all worked hard, and no one wasted their precious time and energy on me.

Well, after I recognized the reality, I quickly changed my mind.

One of my great strengths is that I'm very adaptable.

It may also be that I have a big heart, I don't know anything about the unhappiness in the world, and I will do whatever I am asked to do.

To put it mildly, this one is not assertive. I didn't have an opinion when I was a kid, but there's nothing wrong with that. At the time, I thought so.

I started to practice my own, trying to complete my daily homework. I guess if you could do it all, you wouldn't have to work so hard.

And, if I do it well, I don't have to carry water and firewood anymore.

It's not that I'm lazy, on the contrary, I think it's much easier to carry water and firewood than to practice, although it will wear out my hands, but it's within my ability.

If it weren't for my fear of bugs and rats, I would have stayed there for the rest of my life to fetch water and firewood.

There are always all kinds of insects in the woods where firewood is collected, and rats are always coming out of the firewood house.

But to be honest, the rats here are indeed much thinner than the rats in Nehua, and the bugs are also colorful, and they look much friendlier than those in Nehua, but this does not affect my fear as always.

I've always been weak, I'll honestly admit that.

The most obvious manifestation is that I will secretly cry my nose in the middle of the night and make slugs. I don't know why I cry, but I miss my father, my mother, and my brother.

If you feel uncomfortable, you will shed tears, and you will be a slug.

But I was a slug, and my brother didn't come out to laugh at me or coax me anymore.

He'd always show up and find a way to make me laugh.

As the days passed, they never showed up.