My name is Shan Lifan, but in the Prime Minister's Mansion, the master named me Xiaoji, saying that I laughed like a blessing doll, or even auspicious.

However, I was not lucky.

I was abandoned as a child and grew up in a mountain family. Before I was seven years old, my life was neither good nor bad. However, it wasn't until I was seven years old that I learned that this family was in the human flesh business, and they just saw that I was a child of a rich family, so they hugged me back, thinking that after raising me, I would extort a sum of money for the elderly.

But how could I let them succeed?

I finally escaped.

But maybe I'm really unlucky.

Everywhere I go to a city, it happens to be in the midst of all kinds of disasters, floods, pestilences, droughts......

Along the way, I saw corpses all over the ground, and I also saw cannibalism.

I'm tired, I'm really tired.

Where am I going? Where can I go?

But I want to live......

I really want to live.

Even though the world seems to have no place for me anymore, I still want to live.

The desire to live supported me to walk near the capital, and my body was full of injuries from grabbing food, and the most unsightly thing except for my clothes was my weak body.

However, it was in such circumstances that I met that man, the man who changed my life.

They said that it was the eldest young master of Shan Mansion, who lived in Wuyi Lane in the capital.

I remembered, so I used the last of my strength to climb to the door of the Shan Mansion, and looking at the high stone steps, I couldn't help but faint.

When I wake up, I'll be a little lucky.

The days in the house are very happy.

The master, the turnip, the young lady, and even the young man and Shi Huo are very good to me.

Only that Aunt Yan looked at me strangely, until one day, she cried and told me that I was actually her child. delicacies

At first, I didn't believe it.

But after asking others, I found out that this Aunt Yan had been in the Prime Minister's Mansion for more than ten years, and she had indeed lost her child before.

I'm afraid that the two people in the mountains didn't expect it, what they thought was the son of a noble family was just the son of a slave.

It's really providential......

However, just when I thought that my life would be better after I found my mother, Aunt Yan completely shattered the last vestiges of my illusion about the beautiful word mother.

She often beat me and scolded me. I often wear long clothes and long shirts, because I am afraid that Shansheng's injuries will be discovered by the master, and I will blame Aunt Yan, and these blames will eventually become injuries on my body that can never be erased.

Just when I was completely hopeless about such days, a man suddenly wrote a letter to me, telling me that the woman in the spring garden was my mother, and I felt like I saw hope again.

It must be yes, it must be like this.

That's why Aunt Yan hates me so much, and she doesn't like me so much, because I'm not her child at all!

Then why did she recognize me as her son in the first place?

Actually, I haven't figured this out yet, and I don't want to think about it anymore.

Later, I risked my life to meet my real mother.

I knew her my mother as soon as I saw her, just as she recognized me as her son as soon as she saw me. Although the words she shouted in her mouth were the words "moon white".

I used to think that happiness was close, close enough that I could reach out and touch it.

However, my biological mother taught me to kill.

I don't think I'll be able to wash away the sins of my body for the rest of my life, and I will have to spend my life in pain.

Then let me be quiet.

I finally escaped and went to a temple far, far away from the capital.

"Do you regret it?" When the abbot asked me this question while shaving my hair, I was reminded of my humble and dirty life.

"No regrets."

The hair was finally shaved.

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