The pine shadows are swaying, and the new grave is isolated.

Qin Forget knelt in front of his mother's grave, silently burning paper money. The grave was very simple, just piled up with loess, and the soil at the head of the tomb had not yet dried out, exuding the peculiar smell of earth.

The only relative was buried here, and Qin Forget couldn't wait to smash the mess of mud in front of him.

"Forget my brother, the fire is too big, and it is all burned out. We can only find some tattered things, which your mother used before her death and are buried, so it should be a well-dressed mound. Aunt Xiu'er stood behind Qin Wang, and sighed in a low voice.

Seeing that Qin Forget didn't speak, she sighed again, next to Qin Duanshan's clothed mound, this kid was too pitiful. is only fourteen years old, and his father and mother didn't even leave a corpse.

"Thank you, auntie, I want to be quiet." Qin Wang's voice was low and weak.

"Okay." Aunt Xiu'er nodded, turned around to go back, as if she remembered something, "By the way, Brother Wang, this is in your teapot, and fortunately it was not burned." We guess this is the last relic your mother left you, and you put it away. ”

Qin Forget raised his head and took the thing handed over by Aunt Xiu'er suspiciously, it was a small four-finger square, purple-red box, the tone was extremely dark, and the appearance was also very beautiful.

"Is there a mistake in my aunt? I've never had a box like this in my house. He asked, surprised, he had never seen a box like this before.

Such a box is not ordinary at first glance, how can it appear in your own home.

"You kid, it's not your family, who can give you such a beautiful box? Who in our whole village can have such a beautiful object? Aunt Xiu'er asked Qin Wangdao angrily, "You stay here with your mother for a while, I'll go back first." You're weak, don't be too long. ”

Aunt Xiu'er had already walked away, Qin Forget could finally put down his pretense and cry presumptuously, he knelt on the ground, holding his head in his hands, and his body trembled like chaff. A dull cry came from the constricted body, "Mother, why did you abandon me so ruthlessly? Why? The son is back, the son is back safely, look at the son? ”

Unable to control his emotions any longer, he threw himself on his mother's grave and slammed his head against it. He felt his head hurt, it hurt so much that it was about to explode. He really couldn't figure out why all this was all about, why everyone had abandoned him, and they were all close relatives. He could no longer find anyone closer to them, he felt like an abandoned baby, no one cared about his crying, no one cared about his life and death.

After a long time, Qin Forget finally calmed down.

He took the two tombstones prepared by his side, a book "First examine the tomb of Qin Gongduan Mountain, and the unfilial son Qin forgets to stand." November 20 of the first year of Chunhua". Looking down carefully, a five-character quatrain was written in the lower right corner:

Winter rhyme into the garden cool,

Ciyan has sailed away.

Who will protect the residual red,

Ask the wine for the sunset.

Order a tombstone to read, "The tomb of the ancestor Qin Ji, the unfilial son Qin forgets to stand." November 20 of the first year of Chunhua". A seven-character quatrain in the lower right corner:

Want to green mountains and mothers,

It's hard not to give up family affection in troubled times.

From now on, slowly re-elevate the ninth night,

Goodbye to the sound of the dream of a few more.

The two small poems are both written by Qin Wang, and they are not so gorgeous, but they are better than expressing their hearts directly, which just right expresses Qin Wang's mood at this time.

Qin Forget gently stroked the tombstone of his father Qin Duanshan, the tears in his eyes slipped down quietly again, he had shed too many tears during this time, and he felt that his tears were almost dry.

"Dad, where the hell have you been? Where the hell have you been? What am I going to do? Now the village is full of old and weak women and children, and I really don't have the confidence to lead them to live. The child desperately hunted a prey that couldn't survive the whole winter, and he really didn't know what to do. Since I was a child, my mother taught me to read and write, and taught me to be a man, but our grandfather seems to have more to say. Do you think that today's situation in Qinjia Village is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster? In the past few years of the White Plague, the imperial court has not sent any relief food and materials, and we have been abandoned by the Dayan imperial court. Dad, I hate it so much, why is this world so unfair? The people of Pingtou are blue, and the wealthy families are singing every night, I don't accept it! I'm not convinced! The repeated blows made Qin Wang's heart full of anger and hatred.

"This world does not allow us to survive, so I will fight a way out for the sky to see, let the Dayan court see, and let those people in the wealthy family see how we live. Dad, you said that there is nothing worth scupling about in this world, but you are wrong. In the future, I will live for the whole village of Qinjia Village, for them, I can do whatever it takes, I can give my life. You said that I have demons in my heart, so let me learn to guard against arrogance and rashness and be peaceful. Dad, I can't do this now, I can only take one step at a time, but the child promises you, I will live well and live desperately. We people are not easy to survive, I will never die easily, I will live desperately until I seek justice. ”

After saying this, he got up, slowly and carefully set up the tombstone for his parents, and gently wiped the dust off the tombstone, "Father, mother, the child will send you here, you have to be good over there." Especially you, mother, don't be so cold to your father, after so many years, although you have shown great affection in front of me, I can clearly feel your coldness towards your father. Dad is a good man, I don't know what kind of experience you have in the past that makes you not be as loving as other couples, I just hope that under Jiuquan you can forget all the past, and love to be together. Mother, you don't know how much your father feels sorry for you, every year when you get sick, your father can't wait to be sick. ”

He stretched out his hand and stroked the word "妣" on Qin Ji's tombstone, "Mother, it's not easy for Dad, be kind to Dad's over there." Dad told me that your gentle appearance fascinated him in particular. ”

Qin forgot to kowtow to his father and mother again, and turned around step by step to leave the pine forest that made him sad. The moment he turned around, he had already accepted the fact that he had no relatives in the world, and he was ready to take on the heavy responsibility of saving the whole village. Although he is only fourteen years old now, he has begun to push himself to be strong.

Qin Forget carefully looked at the small box in his hand, the box was only the size of four fingers, but it was extremely heavy to start. The whole hue is a deep purple red, the brown eyes are extremely dense, there are shiny and beautiful back lines and stripes, the annual ring pattern is stirred into a silk shape, what is even more amazing is that after simple carving, the overall pattern shows the auspicious pattern of the dragon and phoenix. The pattern is lifelike, as if a dragon and a phoenix are flying alive on the box. Qin Forget twitched his nose, and he could actually smell a slight fragrance.

If you know how to do it, you will be surprised that this is actually a rare small-leaved rosewood in the world. Legend has it that the small-leaved red sandalwood only grows in Tianzhu in the extreme west and Dali in the extreme south. Timber is grown very slowly, taking at least hundreds of years, so production is extremely scarce. And ten sandalwood and nine empty, the largest is only a little more than half a foot, there has always been a saying of "inch sandalwood inch gold". The most important thing is that such an artifact, carving dragons and painting phoenixes, no matter which country it is, is definitely a forbidden item in the palace, and appearing in such a small mountain village cannot help but make people think more.

Ever since Qin Forget got this box, doubts have been haunting his heart. This box is worth a lot of money at a glance, and there are actually dragons and phoenixes carved on it, and he has been studying for many years, of course he knows that this is obviously a forbidden object that can only be used by the royal family, how can there be such an object in his own home? Or a relic left by his mother.

The old village chief said that his mother's background is probably very noble, and it is very likely that she is the daughter of the Ji family of the royal family of the previous dynasty, so if this is the case, isn't it very likely that Qin Forget is a relative of the previous dynasty? Does what happened recently have anything to do with the current Yan Guo Cao family?

At this moment, this ordinary mountain village boy was greatly shocked in his heart, the biggest place he has ever been to when he has grown up is only Chicheng County, but now he may have something to do with the royal families of the Kang and Yan dynasties, which makes him a little unacceptable.

Qin Forget gently opened the box, for fear of breaking it, this was the last relic left to him by his mother, and he had to pay attention to it. There was nothing but a note in the box, Qin Forget opened the note, and a line of unfamiliar fonts with gold hooks and iron strokes and bones appeared in front of him:

"This box was born, and it was a disaster. Remember! ”

It is Qin Ji's handwriting, which is different from the handwriting of other women Juanxiu, Qin Ji's handwriting is hard and murderous, and a line of words makes Qin Forget feel a chill for no reason. Qin Wang couldn't be more familiar with his mother's font, and his characters were also taught by his mother, and the familiarity was no less than his own palm. It is said that a person's character represents a person's state of mind, and sometimes he wonders why such a weak and beautiful woman as his mother has such a font. Qin Wang could even feel a trace of hatred from his mother's words, he didn't know what kind of experience could create such a state of mind for his mother.

Although he was confused, he didn't know why his mother left him such a note before she died, but he didn't think that this line of words was his mother scaring him, and his mother had no reason to harm him.

Thinking of his unknown background, his mother's lifelong cold attitude towards his father, his father's mysterious disappearance, and the precious box and the note in the box, Qin Forget felt that a fog tightly surrounded him. He was eager to know the truth behind everything, but thinking about his current situation, he shook his head helplessly, "Anyway, let's live first." He told himself in his heart.

Cherishing and placing the box in the deepest part of his clothes, Qin Forget pressed it gently, and a feeling of peace of mind arose, feeling like his parents were still around.

For a long time in the future, Qin Wangdu developed such a habit, when he encountered difficulties or missed his parents, he would press the box on his chest from time to time, as long as he did this, it gave him the courage to face everything.

Qin forgot to put away the box, packed up and counted the tools and property in his hand: a horn bow, twenty-three arrows, a firewood knife, a short hunting knife, a set of tattered winter clothes on his body, ten catties of various meats, a bear skin, a wolf skin, and more than a dozen skins of other small prey.

It sounded like a lot, but it seemed so scarce in the face of the long winter, Qin Forget smiled bitterly and decided to make a fuss about those furs.