"Flame King, it turned out to be Flame King," the woman pleaded in a voice of ecstasy and longing: "Child, come and let your mother hug you, come and ......"

Mother!!!

"Who are you?"

Bai Yanjun stubbornly looked at her eyes.

"Baby, I'm a mother, I'm your mother!"

"You...... What's your name......"

"My name is Jiang Yanlu, baby, I am really your mother!" Jiang Yanlu hurriedly explained, but couldn't say: "I know you don't remember me...... By the way, when you were a kid and you wanted a windmill, your mother put one at your bedside in the middle of the night, do you remember? ”

Bai Yanjun's figure flickered.

Yes, there is.

It was a long, long time ago, so long that he almost forgot it.

At that time, he was still young, only five or six years old, and he had no relatives in the sect to accompany him, and although he was cared for by his fellow disciples and elders, he was still very lonely.

Once, when he went down the mountain with Zuo Protector to run errands, on the way, he saw a child with his mother, their clothes were very old, and they looked like a mother and son from a poor family.

The child asked his mother for a windmill, and the mother looked at him very embarrassed, and finally, at the begging of the child, the mother wrung off a long black hair and exchanged the windmill and some candy with the merchant, when the mother put the windmill and candy full of love and gently put it into the child's hand, Bai Yanjun saw the child smile, and the mother laughed too......

Although that mother was dark and thin, and she was not very good-looking, Bai Yanjun felt in her heart that that mother was the most beautiful and noble woman in the world.

Bai Yanjun was very jealous of that child, very jealous.

Because that child had the best mother in the world, and he didn't......

After returning to the sect, Bai Yanjun has been sullen.

Because of Zongli's education and character, he didn't say this wish, but one morning he woke up to find that there was something more beside his pillow, a very beautiful green jade windmill......

"It's ...... you"

Bai Yanjun retracted his thoughts from his memories and looked at Jiang Yanlu fiercely: "You gave it to me?" ”

"Yes."

Jiang Yanlu looked at Bai Yanjun's face that could not see joy or anger, lowered her voice, and unconsciously twisted the corners of her clothes like a child who had done something wrong, and said, "I...... Are you angry...... I just looked at you and didn't seem to be happy during that time, so I asked the elder who took you down the mountain...... I thought you'd like it......"

Bai Yanjun's heart was sweet at first, then pantothenic, and he opened his mouth to interrupt her: "No, I like it very much." ”

In my memory, it's not just that windmill.

At that time, he believed that there were immortals, and it was the immortals who felt sorry for him without his parents by his side, so he often sent things while he was asleep, sometimes candy, sometimes clothes, and a few toys.

So he was also happy at that time, and at the same time he learned to share and give his things to the children in the sect.

"You, why didn't you come to me?"

Jiang Yanlu couldn't face Bai Yanjun's complicated and questioning expression, and lowered her head: "I'm sorry baby, my mother was too stupid at that time, and she believed in Bai Hongtian too much, which would cause both you and Xibai to ...... It's my mother's fault......"

The more Bai Yanjun listened, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Is this the father's fault? Why did the mother become imprisoned later? And Xibai, what does he have to do with Xibai? Listen to her, are they two brothers?!