Ye Buyan sat at the window, his young but already captivated face was full of tears.

It was snowing outside the window. It's the size of a goose feather. One after another, it was a little gentle in the biting air like a knife.

"The family really can't support you, and there is no way to do it." The man she called her father said so.

Ye Buyan took off the jade pendant in his hand, fell to the ground and smashed it.

Three days ago.

The mother on the sickbed held her hand tightly, her gray-brown face was no longer bright, and tears wet most of the pillow with fine lines at the corners of her eyes.

"Xiao Yan, mother, mother can't bear you......."

The small grass hut was in disrepair, and the roof tiles were blown by the wind, and rainwater leaked into the house.

She looked at Ye Buyan, who was crying breathlessly beside the bed, and the strength in her hands gradually dissipated.

"Mother! Mother! Don't leave me! Please, don't leave me! Mother-" Ye Buyan tried his best to retain the residual warmth of his withered hands, but in the end, his palms were still cold.

The eyes that were still clear before dying slowly closed, and the eyes that Shuangye had not looked at all his life. The eyes that are always smiling, good-looking, gentle, motherly.

When my mother left, her brows were still frowning.

Ye Buyan used all the money he saved on weekdays to buy the best golden silk nanmu coffin for his mother, and buried his mother with his own hands.

Her father slapped her in the face and asked where she got the money.

Ye Buyan replied in a low voice, "Serve dishes and wash dishes for the tavern, go to the mountains to collect medicine for Mr. Doctor, wash people's clothes, and mend people's shoes......"

Her father slapped her again, knocked her to the ground, and said coldly, "Why don't you give me this money!" ”

Ye Buyan covered his red and swollen face, trying not to let the tears fall.

After that, the beast father let her go for a while.

Ye Buyan sometimes missed his mother, so he sat in front of the window, holding the broken pipa in his hand, playing and singing the tunes he composed casually.

One day she was playing a tune, and her father suddenly found her again, but this time instead of beating her, he tied her up with a rope.

"Here's what to do!" Ye Buyan asked.

"Haven't you always disliked this family, I'll send you to Qinhuaihe, it just so happens that your brother should also go to school this year."

"What do you mean!" Ye Buyan roared. "What are you sending me for!"

The middle-aged man sneered, "What else can I do." Lose money. ”

"How can you be like this, you won't feel guilty like this! Are you worthy of your dead mother! You don't deserve to be a father! ”

The man kicked Ye Buyan hard, which made Ye Buyan's whole body dizzy, and he coughed up bright red blood in his throat.

"I don't know each other. Same as your ugly. ”

The man finished speaking and left.

Ye Buyan's heart felt as if he was being crushed by a thin blade, and his messy hair hung down to block his face.

This year, Ye Buyan was twelve years old.

The cardamom has not arrived, and the heart is like ashes.