"Who knows, that night, the fourth aunt hanged herself in her yard. Before she died, she left a suicide note, which was written in blood, and it was clearly written that she was killed. ”

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It was late at night, and the streets of Xicheng were already silent, except for the occasional watch, which knocked a few times on the waist to report the hour, the only thing on the road was the city guards who patrolled at night.

In the depths of a small alley, there was a suppressed cry, like the painful wail of a trapped beast.

A figure with his left foot on his back walked with difficulty in the direction from which the sound came, and finally stopped next to a stone mill in the deepest part of the alley, and the suppressed cry of whining came from under the stone mill.

The moonlight shone on the body of the lump, leaving a short shadow on the ground next to the stone mill.

The clump silently accompanied the cry under the stone mill, until the cry became smaller and smaller, and gradually disappeared.

"What's the use of just crying here?

If you cry, you/your mother will come back to life?

If you cry, the person who harms you/your mother will get retribution?

If you cry, is it revenge for you/mother? The voice 。。。。。。 It turned out to be an old man who told stories in the teahouse.

After a few breaths, a man's choked voice came from under the stone mill: "It was my father who killed my mother, can I kill my father to avenge my mother?" ”

Where the root is, he has always known better than anyone else, and it is precisely because he is too clear that he is painful and confused.

Both sides are blood relatives, what should he do?

Who can come and tell him what to do?

"Yes, you're right, it was your father who killed you/your mother. As his biological son, you naturally can't make a move on your father. But have you forgotten? What about the accomplices? If it weren't for those people who had a plan, how could your father misunderstand you/mother, how could he threaten to kill you/mother, and therefore let you/mother commit suicide without love?

You only thought that it was your father who forced you/mother to death, have you thought about those accomplices?

If you know how to drink, you know how to cry.

When you are drinking, those people are also drinking the celebration wine that got rid of you/mother, and when you are crying, those people are laughing out loud because they have successfully harmed you/mother.

Are you worthy of you/mother? ”

The more the old man spoke, the angrier he became, and with a slap of the stone grinder, the grind cracked in half from under the old man's palm, revealing a blue figure that was huddled underneath and holding his knees and making himself into a ball.

The old man sighed silently, squatted down with some difficulty, and then forcefully freed the head of the person in front of him from under his knees, forcing him to look at himself.

His eyes were stern, and his tone was ruthless and as if he was explaining his last words: "Shao Wen, you/my mother named you a Wen character at the beginning, hoping that you would be gentle and treat people well." That's because you/mother believe in your father, but you also see it now, you/mother and she believe in the wrong person, no matter who harmed you/mother, the ultimate root is in that man.

Indeed, it is true that he is your biological father, you can't kill him, but you can make him suffer, you can make him regret, this is what he deserves, this is what he should pay you/mother/.

My uncle is getting old, and his health is getting worse day by day, and he suddenly collapses without knowing when. So Shaowen, you have to cheer up, you/mother's revenge still needs you to revenge. ”

"I know, uncle, I know." He always knew that he had never given up the idea of revenge, but he was uncomfortable in his heart, but he was uncomfortable in his heart, uncle.

"Good boy." The old man rubbed Shao Wen's with a loving smile, his eyes full of pity: "Uncle knows that this road will be very difficult for you. ”

And uncle, I can't accompany you anymore, and you can only walk on your own in the future.

"Uncle, I'm not afraid." Shaowen said firmly, he is not afraid, avenging his mother is his filial piety as a son, and it is also the duty he should pay as a human being.

The old man's eyes were full of reluctance to look at him, and his thick thick palm gently wiped the moisture off the child's face, "Go back, it's too late to make your father unhappy, you have to learn to endure now, you know?" ”

"Hmm." Nodding, Shaowen wiped his face fiercely, and left without looking back.

He understood, but he didn't want to understand at all, he didn't want to be too smart at all at this moment.

After rushing to the mouth of the alley, he stopped moving forward, leaned against the wall on the side, covered his face and cried bitterly.

Half an hour later, maybe an hour, he took down the face that covered his hands, there were no tears on his face, there was no trace of sadness and pain, calm, calm enough that except for some red and swollen eyes, he could see his abnormality just now.

Raising his feet, he did not walk out, but walked into the alley again.

When he saw the figure lying on the ground next to the cracked stone mill, he staggered and almost fell down directly, quickly stood against the wall, dared to look ahead, could only stare down at the ground, and then breathe deeply.

call

call

call

。。。。。。

When he closed his eyes hard, and when he opened them again, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and it disappeared after just a flash, and then it was calm to indifference.

He straightened up again, step by step, step by step, not a very long distance, but he hoped that he would never be able to walk.

Squatting down, when the trembling hand stretched out a few centimeters away from the old man, the corners of his eyes shrank, and the hatred in his eyes was terrifying. The corners of my uncle's mouth are...

Black blood,Ha,Ha~~ Black blood.。。

The hand was so shaky that he couldn't even control it, he held it heavily, then let go, and then held it and let go, and after countless cycles, it was suddenly put on the old man's shoulder.

"Uncle?"

No one responded to him.

The hand trembled forward, until it reached the bottom of the nose, and there was nothing, nothing.

I want to laugh, but I can't laugh, I want to cry, there are no tears.

He kept a wooden face like this, and quietly looked at the person lying on the ground for a long time, a long time.

Until the sky was getting brighter, the early sun had already shadowed into the alley, and there was a ray shining on his body, trying to drive away the cold on his body. He woke up suddenly, and quickly stretched out to pick the person up, because his legs were numb after squatting all night, one stumbled and almost fell, and the other was anxious to stabilize, and then for the first time, he just paid attention to whether the person in his arms was okay.

After making sure that the person in his arms was not hurt by this, he hugged the person in his arms more and more, and walked towards the alley step by step, avoiding the early sun, and walking in the shadows.

"Uncle, keep up, Shaowen will take you home."

On the top of the big tree next to the two shadow stone mills, a sigh gently went away with the wind.

cough, my mother was forced to death by my father, and my uncle was warped again, such a miserable life, so miserable that she was embarrassed to use it again.

But Heshun Palace?

This unlucky baby, why is it that no one's child is appropriate, and he prefers to be the prince in the palace of King Heshun?