People are a contradiction of inferiority and conceit, people to the left look down on you, and people to the right scold you. We all hate the conceit and arrogance of others, but we do not hate our own conceit and arrogance, we like the inferiority of others and the contempt and self-inferiority, but we do not like our own inferiority and contempt.

This is true for all of us, including you, including me.

This also includes the expressionless boy on the car.

It doesn't matter what his name is, no one cares, and no one knows. The only thing that represented him was the shiny black family crest on his chest. The boy didn't understand what the crest symbolized, but he knew that the groveling and smiling flattery of the people around him was all because of the crest. And the only child who dared to beat him out of his nose was gone, along with his entire family.

The boy knew why.

The boy also symbolizes the hope and pride of the family, and everyone envies him, and everyone will be ashamed of themselves when they stand beside him. The boy is too dazzling, in the eyes of everyone, he is the darling of the family, the dragon among men. However, only he knows what kind of fear he lives in, any competition or exam, even if he can't win the first, he will become the first inexplicably, but this can't hide the inferiority complex in the boy's heart, and he can't resist his father's reprimand and punishment.

The captain of seven or eight Porsche Cayennes circled in the mountains, and outside the car was misty rain and fog, the gray haze was oppressive and dull, and the boy was stunned as he looked at the raindrops hanging from the car window. Suddenly, the car stopped.

The front and back cars were parked neatly on the side of the road, and a group of people in black suits got out of the car, they moved in unison, dressed in the same way, and even had the same height. These black-clothed men lined up in an orderly manner, opened the doors, and opened their umbrellas, as if they had been rehearsed in advance.

"Young master, get out of the car."

The moment the door was opened, a cool air woke up the boy who was in a daze, and the raindrops crackled down on the umbrella that had already been opened.

This is the father's request, from the moment he can speak, the boy is always trained and controlled, on his face, there is never a sad expression, any negative emotions are forbidden in the boy's expression, and for this reason, the boy is always punished for unconsciously crying.

If you can't smile all the time, then being expressionless is the lowest bottom line.

The boy stepped out of the car, obediently standing under the huge black umbrella, but did not feel the slightest safety and warmth, the humid and cold air penetrated into his neckline and sleeves, his small body trembled slightly in the stiff black suit, the boy took a deep breath, and followed the team of men in black on foot.

After walking for about ten minutes, the group came around a wooded field, and the boy saw a thatched hut.

Bring yourself here..... What exactly is ..... to do?

In the past, my father would arrange for him to go to many places for various purposes, such as going to the top concert halls to enjoy performances with the participation of masters, going to the most authoritative gyms to learn various combat techniques, going to exquisite restaurants to taste delicacies worth tens of thousands of dollars but only the size of a grape, or going to a very high-end dental hospital for regular check-ups..... All in all, whether at home or abroad, I have always shuttled to the most high-end places, but I have never run to this kind of deep mountains and old forests to find this kind of dilapidated thatched house.

Not to mention..... Today is my thirteenth birthday. Things must not be simple.....

The boy was a little puzzled, but he could not show doubt, and even in the presence of these subordinates, he had to show absolute obedience to his father's arrangement, without doubt, without opposition.

But this doubt lingered in the boy's mind for a long time, and the air in this place was much fresher than before, not so damp, but also colder.

The team stopped, and the leading man in black stepped forward and knocked three times very politely. I waited for a long time, but no one responded. The man in black knocked on the door again, only to be interrupted by a shouting from inside the room.

"Who! Don't you know if the meal is not disturbing! ”

A man in a yellow robe walked out with a bowl of noodles and cursed, only to see that this person had a rough and sloppy appearance, messy hair, and the bare toes in the slippers were vigorously rubbing the shoe board.

The man in black bowed and apologized again and again, and the boy looked at it in his eyes, and he was even more puzzled in his heart, how could this lower riba man in front of him, who had nothing to do with him at first glance, be so arrogant and rude. The boy was amazed, it had been a long, long time since he had seen anyone who dared to treat him with such an attitude.

After the man in black apologized, he took out a letter from his inner pocket and respectfully presented it to the wild Taoist priest holding the noodles.

"Hey! Come here, boy! ”

The boy was stunned, no one had ever spoken to him like this except his father.

Are you calling me.....?

The boy thought with some suspicion, and the man in black on the side leaned down slightly, "Young master, let's go." ”

The boy followed the Taoist priest into the thatched house, and all the other black-clothed men were not allowed to enter, so they had to wait outside in place.

The boy looked around, the house was not big, as soon as he entered, there was a pot and a stove and a table, and on one side was a small kang, and there was no door in the inner room, and only a bed could be seen through the curtain that was only half covered. Although the room was unusually simple, it was exceptionally clean and tidy, and the boy sniffed, as if he could smell a faint smell of burning.

"It's your birthday?" The Taoist priest stood in front of the stove, took out a bowl, and out of nowhere took out another piece of rune paper, he lit an incense stick and snuffed it out, drew something on the rune paper with incense ash, and then immediately poured the rune paper into the bowl with two fingers, poured some water, and brought it to the boy. This set of actions is smooth, and the boy who watched it was out of his mind.

"Drink it." The Taoist priest ordered.

The boy smiled and nodded, raised the bowl and drank the water in one gulp. In fact, he also had some doubts in his heart, but these were not as important as his father's arrangement.

For a long time, the Taoist priest had been sitting cross-legged on the kang, his eyes closed tightly and there was no squeak, and the boy sat a little uneasy, one hand gently pinching the corner of his clothes, and the other hand gently beating rhythmically on the wooden stool.

He liked to play the piano, but his father didn't allow it, saying it was a waste of time and no need to use it to waste the boy's time. The boy has a younger sister who can't even walk, but she is held by the piano teacher all day long. The boy always hid and watched the fingering of the teacher playing the piano.

Just as the boy was forgetting his feelings, and even shook his head with his eyes slightly closed, he was awakened by a crisp sound of "pop". The boy's eyes widened and he saw that the Taoist priest was already standing behind him at some point, looking at him solemnly. The boy was a little confused, looked at the Taoist priest, and then at the bowl on the table that had broken in half for some reason, and tried to squeeze out a very sunny smile.

The Taoist priest sent the boy out of the house, said something to the man in black in the lead, and went back to the house. The boy was then sent back to his castle-like villa.

The room was dark, and the boy hid in a corner of the couch, both hands clenched tightly, nervous and scared. The father walked in in a hurry, his shoes clattering against the marble with a clear "click", each striking the boy's eardrums, the sound slower and heavier, until he finally stood in front of him.

The boy raised his head and looked at his majestic father, slowly revealing a very standard smile.

"Get on your knees." Father snapped.

The boy immediately got off the couch and knelt upright.

"Father.....

"Smack!"

A loud slap knocked off what the boy wanted to say, and he looked up to see his father's gloomy face full of disappointment, and his blood-red eyes flashed with anger. The boy didn't figure out what he had done wrong, he only knew that his father was angry, and as a rule of thumb, he might have the opportunity to know what he had done wrong after being beaten.

The boy did not speak, but bowed his head obediently, ready to be violently beaten. However, it was a sigh from his father.

"Maybe I'm overestimating you....." the father shook his head and sat on the couch, "Look around, these riches, these resources, all for you!" No! It's all for your day! ”

The boy probably knew something, and his father was angry, which must have something to do with the Taoist priest he had seen before.

"I count on you to be like the prophecy of your ancestors, to master extraordinary abilities, to become the pride of your children, and to be the pride of your family! But what do you have now? All day long, I only think about the piano! The father said angrily as he took off his clothes and pulled out an electric rod from the cupboard.

The boy knew, maybe he was caught secretly watching the piano teacher play the piano before, or maybe he was seen playing a stool at the Taoist priest's place. In short, it is often so, and the boy is used to it.

"I'm sorry, father." According to the previous training, the boy still politely and calmly admitted his mistake.

But this time, the father was so angry and out of shape that he turned on the switch of the electric baton, and the whole rod rattled, and the boy habitually rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his scarred arm, and obediently propped himself up in front of him, ready to be beaten.

"I don't know what to do with progress! No talent! No brains! The father slapped the boy hard after blow.

"Always at the bottom! Always the worst! There is no Lao Tzu! You're not bullshit! Shame on the family! ”

The boy was scolded and beaten at the same time, and at this time he did not dare to cry or laugh, so he had to look at the ground with a blank face, and was beaten motionless, like a broken rag doll.

For some reason, the father was even more angry, and swung an electric shock baton and smashed it heavily on the boy's head.

The boy hit his head on the ground, and his scalp burned a small piece, while the rest of the scalp slowly spilled blood.....

When the boy woke up again, it was dark in front of him, and only less than half a meter around him could be seen.

The boy got up, but found that it was not so difficult, on the contrary, his body was still so light.

"Yo, you're awake?" An old man's voice came from the darkness.

The boy habitually smiled and said, "Hello." ”

"Hahahahaha, kid, don't be so restrained, you don't want to laugh, do you?"

When the boy heard this, he lowered his head and unconsciously shed two tears, and the boy who found that he was crying hurriedly stretched out his hand in horror and wanted to wipe away his tears, but was surprised to find that the scars on his arms had disappeared.

"You are?" The boy asked tentatively.

"It doesn't matter who I am, you and I have a fate, someone connected you with spiritual power, I happened to meet him, so I shut him up and came in by myself."

The boy tilted his head, completely unintelligible in what the voice was saying.

"Hahahaha, don't mention this. Kid, is there anything you'd like to do? ”

As soon as the boy heard this question, he immediately came to his senses, and was about to answer it with joy, but suddenly lowered his head again and looked at his feet with a wilt.

"It's all right, kid! Your dad isn't here, he can't hear it. ”

"Can you keep it a secret for me?"

"Of course!"

The boy's nervous heart pounded as he was about to spit out words he had never dared to say.

"I want to ..... I want to play the piano....."

"Playing the piano? Wow playing the piano! Hahaha, Ding Ding Dong, how nice it sounds! ”

When the boy heard this, he raised his head for a moment, and his eyes were like two stars, full of excitement and joy. The boy's face couldn't help but smile, this was the first time in his life that he laughed from the heart.

"I also want to wear the tuxedo that the pianist wears! I hate dead black suits! I want to wear white! White tuxedo! ”

"I'm going to drink Coke! Drink so much, so much! Just like in TV, eat a burger and drink Coke at the same time! My father never let me drink it! ”

"I'm going to play computer games too!"

"I'm going to ..... more"

"I'm going to kill you guys!"

Bai Lei stood in front of a huge castle-like villa, which had collapsed, and the people who were screaming and running in the firelight were crushed and dying under the rubble. Bai Lei looked at the ruins in front of him with a hideous face, revealing a sunny and sweet smile.

"For so many years, people have reprimanded me for my conceit, but no one understands how inferior I used to be!"

"It's all thanks to you!" Bai Lei's voice trembled a little, he was wrapped in a white tuxedo wrapped in a green thunderstorm, he waved the white spear in his hand, and the head of the spear brought up a green thunderstorm, and waved forward, the thunderstorm instantly rushed to the ruins, and exploded again, making a huge roar.

The entire ruins of the villa, as well as the people who were gasping under the ruins, were instantly reduced to charcoal. There was even a lot of black charred ash floating into the air, melodiously falling downward.

"I'm the strongest. Now, can you be proud of me? ”

"Father?"