Han Yan sat up violently, gasping for breath before calming down for a while. He opened the window, the moonlight came in, and he looked at the sky quietly.

It's this dream again, who is the person in the dream, is it really his mother, and if so, where is she, and why don't you let yourself go to her, his mind is full of questions, but he doesn't have a thought.

Han Yan couldn't sleep, got up and walked out of the room, glancing at his grandfather's room.

He sat on the stone pier in front of the door, thinking about the image in his dream, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't find the answer he wanted. Maybe I was thinking too seriously, and I didn't realize that there was more person around me for a while.

"Yan'er, after so many years, have you ever thought about where your parents are? ”

I don't know when my grandfather sat next to me, and my grandfather seemed to be in a complicated mood at this time.

"Grandpa, when did you come out. Han Yan turned his head and saw the old man beside him, but he didn't even find out when his grandfather came out.

"Yan'er, I know that some questions have been held in your heart for many years, and I also know that you didn't ask because you were afraid that grandpa would worry, good boy. ”

Grandpa looked at Han Yan kindly and said, "Originally, I thought that I would never say that you could live a peaceful life." But I found that even if this is the case, then you will not be happy, and you will be really wronged. ”

Now with her grandfather, Yan'er feels very happy. That smile hung on Han Yan's face again.

Grandpa shook his head: "It used to be because you were young, but now that you have grown up, it's time to tell you." He knew that one day he would not be able to hide it.

"Actually, I'm not your real grandfather, my surname is Mo, and I didn't take your name. As for your parents, I don't know where either. Old Man Mo sighed and told Han Yan what happened more than ten years ago.

"There is a herb that is more precious and only appears when the weather is extremely cold. That year, it was snowing heavily, and I didn't want to rely on the help of the villagers, so I went up the mountain by myself, in order to try my luck and see if I could find this precious cold return. ”

"I went out early in the morning, it was snowy, and I walked for two hours, and I almost fell off the bridge when I crossed it. Hehe, people are old and useless. Old Man Mo recalled the scene of that year.

More than ten years ago, in order to find herbs, Old Man Mo walked towards the deep mountains alone, and in the vast snow, a rickety figure looked unusually small.

I searched for herbs alone for a day, but I didn't find them, so I sighed helplessly and walked down the mountain alone.

"What a sound. Old Man Mo vaguely heard a cry not far away, in this deep mountain and old forest, it looked extremely weird.

Old Man Mo pricked up his ears and listened carefully, as if it was a baby's cry.

"How can there be a child's cry here?" Old Man Mo thought about it again and again, but decided to take a look.

When Old Man Mo looked for the sound and took a closer look, a newborn child was lying and crying in a bamboo basket. Whose child was lost here, Old Man Mo picked up the doll in the bamboo basket.

"Is there anybody? Whose kids are here? Is anybody there?"

I shouted for a long time and didn't reply. Old Man Mo looked at the doll in his arms, looking at this baby who was less than one year old, Old Man Mo loved it very much.

Old Man Mo is kind-hearted and doesn't want to leave the child alone, although there are no wild beasts in this place, but in this cold day, it is estimated that he will not live long if he is thrown here.

"What a cute doll. Old Man Mo had no choice, just chattering there, perhaps sensing that Old Man Mo was indeed not malicious, and the baby in his arms showed a shallow smile.

Old Man Mo put the baby back in the basket, took off his clothes, and draped them on the basket, for fear of freezing the child.

Old Man Mo walked towards home with the bamboo basket, and when he crossed the bridge, the soles of his feet slipped and threw the bamboo basket out.

The bamboo basket was caught, but he also fell into the abyss because of his unsteady steps. Old Man Mo used his last strength to throw the bamboo basket on the bridge, and when he saw the bamboo basket landing smoothly, a smile appeared on his face.

Old Man Mo closed his eyes, just when he thought his life was over, he suddenly felt his body being pushed by a force, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already standing on the other side of the bridge.

Old Man Mo stood in place, unable to figure out what was happening, but he was very surprised that he had survived.

Surprised, he suddenly thought that the child was still on the bridge, and quickly turned back to look for it, and thankfully, the child was still there. Old Man Mo hurriedly walked towards home with a bamboo basket.

When he returned home, Mr. Mo picked up the child, and when the child saw Mr. Mo, he seemed to know that Mr. Mo had saved him, so he no longer cried, but 'giggled' and laughed.

Old Man Mo looked at this child, and the more he looked at it, the more he loved it, and it happened that he had no children under his knees, so he treated this child as his own grandson.

Old Man Mo saw a small jade plaque placed under the bamboo basket, which seemed to be worth a lot of money, and the word 'Han Yan' was carved on it, which should be the child's name. “

Han Yan, with three fires, why not be afraid of the cold. What a good name, then you will be called Han Yan in the future!" Han Yan giggled when she heard her name.

Under the jade plaque, there was also a letter, on which only a few lines were written.

Don't want to be prosperous, just ask for peace, thank you!

This short line of words reveals too much emotion, I don't know how long it has been stored, and you can clearly see the tears on it.

Old Man Mo sighed, put the letter away, and turned to look at Han Yan: "I'm afraid that your parents can't help themselves." ”

Day after day, Han Yan gradually grew up, and after the villagers knew about it, they also took good care of Old Man Mo and Han Yan.

Han Yan is also a sensible child, when he is older, he will follow the villagers to the mountains to collect medicine, exchange food to support the family, this time is more than ten years.

"Yan'er, this is what happened when I picked you up more than ten years ago. Old Man Mo said to Han Yan.

"You're my grandfather anyway. Han Yan said forcefully, in his heart, Old Man Mo is his most important person.

"Actually, I guessed, but I don't know how to ask you. For a long time, I had the same dream. In my dreams, I dreamed that my mother kept calling my name and telling me not to go to her, but every time I had to ask her a question, I would wake up. Han Yan's mood was a little dull.

"No matter what kind of decision you make, Grandpa has your back. You're still young, and you can't just go on with this life. Although Old Man Mo remembered the passage in the letter, he also didn't want Han Yan to pick herbs in this small mountain hoard for a lifetime, just like himself.

Han Yan didn't speak, his heart was very complicated, he was struggling with whether to find his parents, to be honest, he really wanted to find his biological parents, and asked why he left him.

At the same time, considering that grandpa is alone outside, he is very relieved, and at the same time, even if he is looking for his parents, where should he find it?

Outside is the world of cultivators, and if you are an ordinary person, in this world of cultivators, it is not certain whether you can survive or not.

Old Man Mo returned to the house, leaving Han Yan with a separate space.

Han Yan sat outside the house, fell asleep unconsciously, and woke up the next day with an extra coat on his body, which must have been put on by his grandfather.

Early in the morning, Han Yan walked towards the mountain with a bamboo basket on his back as usual, and the jade pendant and the letter Old Man Mo were also handed over to him.

Han Yan walked to the place where Old Man Mo told him to pick him up, stayed there, and looked at that place quietly, and unconsciously, tears fell.

Why did I cry, why did I feel so uncomfortable, what was going on?

Recalling the picture in the dream, the desolate cry of the person who called him his mother, shouting his name over and over again, Han Yan's heart ached. Maybe something had to happen.

Han Yan asked himself, do you really hate them? Thinking about it now, the answer is definitely not hate, but a little worried about their safety, if it wasn't for something big happening, then I guess I wouldn't have left my young self.

Han Yan left there and continued to walk towards the mountain, until it was dark, and then he carried the bamboo basket down the mountain, and as usual, walked towards the grain store.

"Uncle Wang, exchange grain. Han Yan pushed open the door of the grain store, but saw a group of fierce and vicious people, forcing the king's shopkeeper to hand over something. Seeing Han Yan come in, the shopkeeper Wang hurriedly glanced at him and asked him to go out.

"Yo, Uncle Wang, a guest is here. Of course, Han Yan knew what the shopkeeper meant, but he couldn't do it by sitting idly by.

"It's not open today, get out. One of Scarfaces shouted to Han Yan that it should be their leader.

"If the business is open, you don't count. Han Yan looked at these people with a smile and said, "As far as I know, this shop is still surnamed Wang, right?"

"Yo, brothers, this little rabbit has itchy skin, go up and loosen the skin for him. As soon as Scarface's words fell, several people surrounded Han Yan.

"A few masters, dissipate your anger, this is my little nephew, don't be sensible, don't worry about him. Shopkeeper Wang hurriedly ran over to say good things, and hurriedly pulled Han Yan behind him.

"Wang..."Han Yan was about to speak, but the shopkeeper turned his head and glared at him, and Han Yan's words came to his lips and he held back.

"A few masters, you see, this spirit plant will be given to a few masters, you can see if it can be convenient. The shopkeeper said flatteringly.

"I want the spirit plant, but I also want to beat this kid. Scarface looked at Han Yan behind the shopkeeper Wang, and several people surrounded him again.

Han Yan was about to make a move, but Shopkeeper Wang ran out first, ran to Scarface, and secretly stuffed him with something he didn't know, "Uncle, it's convenient." ”

Scarface glanced at it, held it in his arms, and yelled at a few people, "Go." ”

With that, the group left.