He doesn't have a name.

He also has no fixed residence, which is what ordinary people call home.

He couldn't remember where he was born, he couldn't remember if he had parents, he couldn't remember when he had memories, and the earliest impression in his mind was that the world was full of people he hated.

For example, the teenagers who always bully him, the butcher who kicks and beats him at every turn, or the adults who always look down on him with compassion from above.

In that way, he barely survived for many years, living a life of hunger and cold more than that of a homeless man, while learning to be silent and to solve problems with his fists – more often than not, of course, as the losing party.

No one taught him what it meant to be alive.

The change seemed to have begun in the year when his voice began to muffle, on the banks of the Lemon River, in the vast reed fields.

The Ninghe River is the mother river of the Qingyue Kingdom, the birthplace of all the cultures of this historic country, and naturally, the imperial capital of the Qingyue Kingdom is located here. The imperial capital was always rich and safe, so in the year when the famine came, almost all the wanderers who were too hungry to survive flocked to the imperial capital, trying to win a trace of pity from the powerful businessmen, begging for a bowl of rice and a sip of water.

To live, no matter what, to find a way to escape death, this was the only thought of people at that time, and so did he.

Although, he didn't know what the need for this was.

Because he has been hungry since he was a child, he is very weak, and his skinny appearance makes people feel distressed, coupled with his pale complexion and beautiful facial features, those rich ladies and ladies are always willing to share a little more sympathy with him.

A piece of dry hard bread, or half a steamed bun, this may be a reason for him to be chased and beaten.

This was the case when I met the man.

In fact, he is very fierce, almost no one in his age can beat him, every time he argues with someone, he always attacks each other desperately like a crazy lion cub, leaving no room for anything, and that kind of lifeless sending makes everyone stay away from him.

Except for the young and vigorous vagabonds.

"Stop fighting! Someone is going to die! ”

Because of a hot cake in his arms, he once again became the target of many elderly homeless people, and seven or eight young men kicked and beat him around, each time with a force to death. Just when he thought that he might really die this time, he heard a childish voice piercing through the crowd and falling clearly in his ears.

The pain in his body was lessened, and he could still hear the voice tangled with the person who hit him.

"Don't beat him, give all this money to you, don't beat him again!"

He twitched the corners of his mouth, gasping slightly.

Who is protecting him? In such a stupid way, doesn't the other party know that just a copper plate can make him live better and live a few more days? Come to think of it, a rich young master who doesn't know anything, right? Only this kind of slippery head who likes to exchange pity for praise from adults would make such a ridiculous move.

"There are so many injuries...... Are you always bullied by them? Does it hurt? ”

The clear voice came close to his ear after all the noise had subsided, and a hesitant palm pressed lightly on his back.

It's warm.

He spat at the blood and slowly raised his head to look at the man, froze for a moment.

That's a person who is so beautiful that it can't be described in words!

Young and handsome, with a peaceful expression, fair skin is delicate and clear, long hair is neatly tied up, and it is as pure as the purest white snow; What is particularly beautiful is the pair of pale eyes, looking at him quietly, revealing the thoughtfulness and heartache that does not leave a little false artificiality.

It's really beautiful.

He didn't know how long he was stunned, but he felt that listening to the young man's words and watching the young man's every move, his heart was never at peace and comfort.

"Are you hungry?" The young man tilted his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly pushed him into the reeds, "You go and hide inside, wait here for me to come back, and I'll go find you something to eat." ”

He disliked it most than being given orders, except this time, when he obediently followed the young man's instructions and hid in the reeds for nearly an hour.

An hour later, it was dark and starry, but no one returned.

You've been deceived, right? Think about it carefully, what young master would be boring enough to run around for a wanderer? It is already a great kindness to be able to scatter wealth to reduce the beating for him, and if you want to covet more, it is really a fool's dream.

Feeling more and more ridiculous, he finally came out of the reeds, looked up at the gorgeous Milky Way, and suddenly felt a little lost.

Such a beautiful person, I guess I won't have a chance to meet again, right?

In fact, it doesn't matter if the boy is lying to him, the number of times he has been deceived is difficult to calculate, so he might as well have one more time; What really made him feel uncomfortable was that when such a dazzling person disappeared from his eyes like this, there seemed to be some light missing.

Warm light, gentle people.

If you are not a wanderer, not a beggar, and like other peers, you have the love of your parents and a home to live in, can you be friends with that beautiful and gentle teenager? I always felt that under the clear eyes of that young man, there seemed to be some gloom hidden.

When I was confused, there was a faint light in the distance, hazy, and sometimes and now.

He began to get nervous, his dirty palms covered with sweat.

Step by step, the light gradually approached, and his heart gradually warmed.

"It's good that you didn't leave, otherwise I would have run out in vain."

Sure enough, it was the young man, his smile was still the same, and he was as warm as ever.

The young man did not ask him why he ran out of the reeds, nor did he ask him about his life experience, but only handed him two food boxes that were stuffed to him, and then took off the cloak on his back and put it on the ground, and sat down side by side with him.

He became more and more confused about what the boy was thinking.

somehow helped a dirty beggar, and ran out in the middle of the night to deliver food to the lowly him, and didn't mind sitting next to him......

Doesn't this young man understand that he is a man who is disliked everywhere he goes?

Dirty, mean, no one cares even if they die, a person who has been a huge mistake since birth.

For some reason, my heart suddenly ached slightly. He hurriedly lowered his head, masking his chaotic gaze by making rude picks in the food box, while the young man sat quietly beside him, his chin resting on his knees, his brow down and staring at the ground in distraction.

At such a close distance, he quietly looked at the young man, and felt more and more that it was a dazzling and unreachable light.

It's just that there is too much heaviness hidden under the eyes.

The gobbling slowed down, and he pondered for a long time, hesitantly taking out a fist-sized stone from his tattered pocket and slowly handing it to the young man.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then smiled softly.

"Thank you? It's such a beautiful rough stone, and it's worth much more than these two boxes of meals! ”

He nodded, then shook his head again.

It was not a thank-you gift, but he only wanted to find something to please the young man, so he thought of the stone that had been turned over the dead man—he did not understand what the original stone was, and it was only because the corner of the stone was a clean emerald green and beautiful to look at, so he kept it in his pocket.

He longed for something beautiful, like this stone, and like that young man.

At first, the boy said that he would not leave the stone, he did not speak, and stubbornly kept stuffing the stone to the boy, until at last the boy gave up, and had no choice but to stuff the stone into the empty money bag, and sat with him on the bank of the Lemon River, looking up at the sky full of shining stars.

It's like ......

Friend.

The memories of that moment, he cherished for the rest of his life.

All night, the boy spent the night counting the stars on the banks of the Lemon River, muttering something to himself from time to time. He couldn't quite understand it, so he simply folded the reed leaves and blew a tune that he forgot to hear from somewhere until the next day dawn and sunrise.

He was very tired, but he held on and refused to rest, because the boy did not sleep and did not leave.

When the sun shone on the waters of the Lemon River, many people cried out for him, and when the young man heard this, his face did not look very good, and he learned to be silent, and shrank in the reeds, as if he did not want to be found.

Of course, he will still be found in the end, and the young man also knows that he will not escape the search of many people, and when he is about to be found, he takes the initiative to jump out of the reeds - if it were not for this, he, the little beggar who "hid" the rich son, would probably be crippled by the group of menacing subordinates.

According to the young man's account, he did not say a word until the last moment, and hid quietly in the reeds, and saw the young man being taken away by a woman dressed in rich brocade.

The woman called the boy's name, vaguely "Song'er".

The young man didn't look back at him again, as if he had forgotten him, but he understood that it was just a thoughtful act of the young man to protect him.

Afterwards, he asked himself, why didn't he jump out and grab the boy at that time? Obviously close at hand, I can also see the young man's lost and gloomy appearance, why didn't he have any blocking action, just let the young man leave like that?

He thought about this question for many, many years, and it was not until they met again that he realized that he would not refuse any of his requests at all.

It took eight years to meet the boy again.

He had no doubt that the fact that he was taken away the day after parting was entirely the result of the young man's arrangement, otherwise no one would have come to adopt him, a lonely beggar, let alone treat him carefully and teach him a superb martial arts.

He called the man Master, and it took him more than a year to get used to it.

The master is not young, he has no children under his knees, but he has nearly 100 apprentices who follow the practice. He was the youngest and the most beloved, so he always had a lot more food than others, and in his room, there was always a figure of the Master tucking the corners for him and watching him lovingly.

"Who is it because Master treats me specially?"

He was cruel and ruthless, and once asked with a numb face.

Master's expression was a little silent, but the smile on the corner of his mouth did not change, and even the answer to him was so gentle, that his heart that had been entangled for many years finally became a little soft.

"Even the little son of the adult's family. He used to practice martial arts with me, but he gave up because he couldn't get used to the hardships, and he somehow remembered to recommend a young man with good roots to me—you see, half of the senior brothers in this mansion were introduced by him, just like you. ”

For a moment, he was a little disappointed, it turned out that he was not special.

However, the next few years are enough to prove that he is indeed different, when the dazzling young son of the Lian family came to the door, only he buried his excitement deeply, and was taken away as a subordinate favored by the new head of the Lian family.

From that day on, he had a serious name in addition to Master's nickname.

Lonely water.