When Shihua first met Xue'er, he already fell in love with her, because there had never been such a person who could treat him like this.

The big tree in front of the door stood tall, and the leaves rustled with the wind, and the scent of autumn crossed the boy's cheeks, and the breeze carried a burst of coolness.

The boy picked up the axe in his hand and swung it vigorously, his goal today was to cut all the wood.

It was a boy of five or six years old, and at this age a boy was supposed to be spoiled in his mother's arms, but this boy was chopping wood at the door of the firewood house.

The autumn wind was blowing, the boy was wearing only a thin shirt, perhaps because his limbs had long been numb, so he could no longer feel the cold, and the boy's bony body could be seen from the broken clothes and trousers, and the flesh on his hands seemed to have only a layer of skin left.

He struggled to swing the axe with his little hands, and each swing made him stagger and stagger a little unsteadily.

The boy looked at the small dilapidated house next to the firewood house, which was made of thatch, where Miss Lei used to feed her puppies, and where her puppies lived at that time was the best dog house in the whole Lei House, and every other week the servants had to change their dog tents, and she often looked at her puppies, but one day the puppies were poisoned in the hut. The boy's mother was on duty that day.

Miss Lei was very angry when she heard that her puppy had been poisoned in the dog house, and when she arranged the puppy's funeral, the first thing she did was to send the little boy's mother!

In order to let the poisoned sinner get the punishment he deserved, the two of them have been living in the dog house since then, and when they first lived in it, they were actually okay.

The boy asks his mother what the hell is going on with the puppy?

The mother shook her head, and the boy understood, and then he knew that there was an extra charge on his head for no reason.

Day after day, the thatch on the house was gradually eroded by the rain, and my mother had to pick up some new thatch to cover it, which could protect it from the wind and rain for a day, even for a day.

It's late autumn, is winter still far away?

In recent days, my mother has been infected with severe wind and cold, and she can no longer get out of bed to work, and as a mother and son, she should take care of the whole family.

The little boy continued to be busy with his movements, and only after the work was done would he have food, otherwise the cook would not leave food for their mother and son.

When the dawn had come, the boy still repeated the previous movements, the wind was blowing, the boy rubbed his palms vigorously, curled up and still felt a chill to the bone.

The little boy had finished chopping all the wood, and he put down his axe and ran towards the kitchen, leaving him with no food. He rummaged through the kitchen and finally found a few steamed buns inside the cupboards.

At this time, if the steamed bun is not eaten hot, it will already be cold after a while. The boy pinched the steamed buns, all of them were hard, and they must have been left for at least a few days.

But I couldn't find anything else cooked in the kitchen, so I had to stuff these steamed buns into my clothes, and then ran out in disgrace.

Mother, I'm back~Mother, I'm back~

Before the boy had even entered the house, he heard his mother's severe cough, and the little boy went in and ran towards the water bottle and poured a glass of water.

The hot water in the bowl is white mist and warm to hold. The little boy carefully picked up the bowl of water and walked towards his mother, "Mother, come, drink a little water and eat something." ”

The little boy took out the hard steamed buns, then tore them into small pieces, dipped them into the water little by little, and when they were wet and soaked softer, he helped his mother to feed her little by little.

"Mother, I only got this bit of food today, and I will work harder tomorrow."

"Cough cough~" The mother is now seriously struggling to speak, but she still insisted, and the mother held the little boy's hand.

"Mother, you have something to eat, it's cold outside, lie down quickly after eating, so as not to make the condition worse later." When the little boy saw his mother holding his hand, he involuntarily contracted, his hand was so cold, like a piece of ice that had been frozen for a day.

"Alright, mother, I'll feed you." The boy withdrew his cold hand, afraid that he would take away the temperature from his mother's body in a moment.

"Mother will wait for me to grow up, and I must make you like a beautiful house, and I will learn magic to show you when the time comes! Doesn't it say that magicians can glorify their ancestors? ”

The mother nodded, but could not hide the tears in the corners of her eyes, and the little boy did not want to see his mother crying, so he smiled and said, "Wait a minute, I will tell you a story." Mother used to tell me stories before bedtime, now let me tell you stories! ”

Seeing that his mother didn't want to eat it, the little boy put the steamed buns aside and slowly put his mother on the bed.

The little boy sat at the head of the thatched bed, and then lay gently beside his mother.

"Mother, let me tell you a little story, telling you how you can sleep peacefully."

"Once upon a time, there was a little lion cub, who was very lively and cute, but he was very naughty, and sometimes he had a lot of strange problems in his mind. One day the lion cub asked its mother. ”

The little boy pretended to be a lion cub and said, "Mother, where is the happiness of the mother?" ”

Then the little boy pretended to be his mother and said, "Happiness is in your tail." ”

At this time, the little lion is very strange, why is happiness on the tail?

It wants to find out, and then keeps chasing its tail, but it never catches up with its own tail, and the tail always wants to run away.

At this time, the little lion was very puzzled, so he ran to his mother and cried and howled.

"Mother, mother, I can't catch my tail, happiness doesn't want to see me."

Mother Lion said with a smile.

"Actually, you don't have to deliberately look for happiness, as long as you keep moving forward, happiness will naturally follow you."

The little boy couldn't help but laugh a little when he said this.

"Mother, look how stupid this little lion is! Happiness is in yourself, and you have to look for it! ”

The little boy looked at his mother, only to find that she was asleep. The little boy moved slightly away from where his mother was sleeping.

In the past, it was the mother who took care of herself, but now that the mother is sick, she has to change her role.

The little boy couldn't help but sigh, why does Providence want to make people? Why? I was born so shabby!

Where is my happiness?

The little boy underestimated: Is happiness really in me?

The little boy looked in the direction of his sleeping mother, and as long as I could be with her, it was my greatest happiness.

The joy of the soul is the greatest happiness.

The boy curled up in the thatched corner, smiling and falling asleep.

He felt the happiest happiness in the world.

He dreamed that he was living in a hut with his mother, surrounded by a sea of flowers......

"Hmm~It's cold~"

In the blink of an eye, the little boy felt that his whole body was extremely cold.

At this time, he was woken up by the sudden splash of cold water, his body was very cold, and bursts of biting cold air forced into his body. The little boy slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him was the supervisor in charge.

The little boy stammered, "Director, do you have anything to do with me?" ”

The director said angrily: "Did you split it yesterday?"

The little boy nodded.

"Okay, now you go to the kitchen to clean up, and then everyone will go to the kitchen to cook for the old lady."

The little boy looked through the door, and it was not yet dawn tomorrow.

"Isn't it too early, Director?"

"It's not! You can do whatever I tell you to do, why do you dare to talk back? When the time comes, can you afford to delay the masters, sons, and young ladies?"

The director spoke loudly, and the little boy was afraid that the director's voice would wake up his mother, so he kept his heart calm and lowered his head in the face of a smile and whispered.

"Director, I'll be right now!"

As soon as the little boy stepped out of the threshold, a cold wind hit him, and he rubbed the back of his hands.

As soon as he poked into the threshold stone of the kitchen, a small pebble was thrown at him and struck him in the face. Because of the cold, he could feel deep heat marks.

"Dog, are you here?"

This is what people call him, because he has always lived in a dog house, hence the name.

"Lord Director, you are still smart, let this little guy come to the province to make us tired, I don't know what is going on today, I heard that there are VIPs in the Lei family to enter. Isn't it that yesterday's bowl hasn't been washed yet? ”

"Okay, don't talk about it, you better hurry up."

"Your Excellency, we'll send you out first, and you can rest." The man who spoke flatteringly sent the supervisor away.

"What do you see? Don't wash the dishes yet. The man who spoke yelled at the little boy who was in a daze.

Others began to get busy with their own work.

The little boy glanced fiercely at the man who scolded him, everyone was obviously a servant of the Lei family, but these people treated themselves and their mother like this, it was really hateful.

The little boy could only hold these words in his heart, but he did not dare to make a sound that did not contradict a word, and if they heard it, he was afraid that he would be beaten again. At that time, my mother should be distressed when she sees the injuries on her body.

The little boy dips his hand in the ice-cold water, the bowl is cold, the water is cold, and his heart is cold.

When the supervisor walked into the kitchen again, he asked angrily.

"Have you cleaned it up?"

"The director cleaned up." The man said flatteringly.

The supervisor looked around, and the efficiency was not bad.

But there was only one thing that made him a little unhappy, and he saw that the tattered little boy was still cleaning.

Maybe it's because he feels bad when he sees him, so the anger he just got scolded by his master wants to be all on the boy's body.

"Dog, come over here."

The Director walked over to his washed plate, carefully inspecting it for stains.

That's when he found a plate with a leftover leaf on it. The residual leaves are as small as ants, and the supervisor can see them clearly.

"Have you cleaned this plate?"