If he hadn't been beaten yet, Huo Qingzhou would have been able to eat these in his stomach in three or two clicks, but now that he bit into the dough, he felt that his gums were painful, and the dough was as hard as a stone, and he wanted to use chopsticks to pick up vegetables, but his fingers hurt so much that he couldn't listen to the call, and he couldn't even clip a piece of meat. Huo Qingzhou simply abandoned the chopsticks, grabbed the vegetables with his hands and stuffed them into his mouth, even so, it was still so painful that he could barely lift his hands.

At this moment, if someone pushes the door and sees it, they will never imagine that this person who is like a savage who grabs food with his claws open and stuffs it into his mouth is Huo Yan, the famous and literary son of Qingzhou.

Huo Qingzhou was embarrassed, he threw the empty plate aside in frustration, and rubbed his greasy fingers on his clothes like a rough man on the street, only to find that the clothes on his body had already been beaten to tatters.

Huo Qingzhou imagined his ragged and unkempt appearance, if anyone saw it, they would think they would treat him as a beggar on the street.

Hehe, Huo Jiang's son has become a beggar!

Huo Qingzhou suddenly wanted to laugh, he looked up to the sky and laughed, but two lines of tears flowed down unconsciously.

His memory of his mother was fading more and more, because of his illness, his mother's hands were always cold, but when she touched him, she was very gentle, sometimes he pretended to be asleep, and his mother patted him and muttered: "If your mother is gone, what will you do?" ”

But his mother is still gone, and he still grows up, and he grows up in a daze.

Huo Qingzhou continued to laugh, he didn't know what he was laughing at, laughing at his mother? No, that's laughing at yourself, yes.

Live like an orphan!

"Master Huo, are you smiling happily? Are you crying or laughing? ”

The voice outside sounded again, this voice was not good, Huo Qingzhou suddenly remembered at this time, why did he feel bad about it, because he also had such a voice.

The man who spoke was fifteen or sixteen years old at most, and he was still half the size.

He suppressed his laughter and scolded: "Whose dead child dares to tie you Grandpa Huo, are you weaned?" ”

But as soon as his words fell, the door was opened again, and another person rushed in, this time Huo Qingzhou had experience, he immediately hugged his head, since he couldn't beat it, then protect his face, his face had been beaten to the point that his nose was blue and swollen, and if he hit again, his nose was crooked and his eyes were slanted.

The man's fists rained down on his shoulders and back, hurting a lot, but not seriously hurting him, this is a master fighter!

Before Huo Qingzhou could look up at this person's face, this person had left in an instant as when he came.

Huo Qingzhou got up from the ground and looked at the closed door, if it weren't for the fact that his body hurt even more than just now, he even suspected that all this was an illusion, no one came in, and no one beat him.

Who the hell kidnapped him, he knew a lot about the rivers and lakes, but he never knew that there was such a kidnapping.

He sat on the ground in frustration, he would rather meet a ruthless person than be tortured in this way.

What did this man want to do, to torture him, a son of a family known for his nobility, into a beggar on the side of the road? 52

There are some things that you can't think about, and once you think about them, your thoughts are like a flood that opens the floodgates, and you can't clean it up.

Huo Qingzhou seemed to see that he was huddled in the street, his tongue was cut off by Qi Gen, he wanted to ask for help, but he couldn't speak, he wanted to escape, but his limbs were discounted, and he couldn't stand up even if he wanted to.

His cloudy eyes looked at the dry land, and tears flowed down his eyes, and the land was moistened, and a few little ants ran happily on the damp earth, as if to demonstrate to him, and he had no strength to squeeze an ant to death.

Someone walked in front of him, and he looked up and saw a familiar face, but the man seemed to know him no longer, and a copper coin was thrown in front of him, and the man walked away indifferently, with the nobility of almsgiving.

Huo Qingzhou really cried, he didn't want this, he didn't want to!

He didn't want to become a beggar, he didn't want to live a humble life like a lost wild dog.

He pounded the ground with both hands, but only after a few strokes stopped, the floor was hard, and his hands were sore.

Huo Qingzhou was sad from his heart, tears were like springs, and he simply cried.

He also forgot how many years he hadn't cried like this, as if he hadn't cried since his mother's funeral.

No, he has no qualifications to cry, even if he cries, no one pities him, other children can use crying in exchange for the love of their parents, and when they do something wrong, they can use crying in exchange for forgiveness from others, but he can't, he only has himself, and he can only rely on himself.

No one would have thought that Huo Dagongzi, who was born in a scholarly family, would earn his first pot of gold many years ago.

The man was a son-in-law, but he used the money of the Yue family to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, abuse his wife, beat and scolded the old man, the old man had no children and nephews, and only one daughter under his knees, and they went to the temple to ask the Bodhisattva to punish their son-in-law, but they met him unexpectedly.

Two days later, the body of the cheap man was lying on the big bed of the kiln (defense) sister (screen), and the people of the county government believed that it was a vendetta caused by the jealousy of the prostitutes.

The old man thanked him so much that he received the first silver reward, two hundred taels of silver.

Who would have imagined that Huo Jiang's eldest son would kill for a mere two hundred taels, but he was very happy, he never seemed to be so happy, even when his mother was still there, he was not happy, because he saw more tears from his mother.

Huo Qingzhou's cry gradually changed from a cry to a whimper, why? Why was he born in this family, isn't it good that he is the son of a small family? Like those poor students, he took his father's plate from selling fields and land to go to Beijing to catch the exam, and earned a phoenix crown for his mother, who had worked all his life.

Or he is a kid in a gang on the rivers and lakes, happy to take revenge, sing about wine, and tie his head to his belt, but he is never afraid, he knows that after death, someone will collect his body, his parents, relatives, and brothers will be proud of him and shed tears for him.

Or maybe he is just a small person who is in trouble on the street, today he sold an extra copper coin, happily bought a pound of meat, and bought rock sugar gourd and braided red velvet flowers for his younger siblings, the whole family was happy as if they were celebrating the New Year, and his eyes were full of the satisfaction of his father and mother and the smiling faces of his younger siblings.

If he could be like those people, he would be as good as those people, simply toiling, like an ant in the camp and serving, but living a full and happy life, with pain when he loses and joy when he gains.

And he, who seems to have everything, is actually nothing, nothing.