Dongling Imperial City Foothills. It's as lively as I remember. It seems more than ever. More and more prosperous. It's better than I remember. The streets are coming and going. In a hurry, there are businessmen from all walks of life. There is a wooden table on the corner. Sitting a blind fortune teller. There are all kinds of stalls around. There are people who sell hand-pinched candy. There are those who sell rock sugar gourds. There are also pancakes that sell pancakes. Diagonally opposite where he was standing at this time was a wonton seller.

Dongfang Shentian narrowed his obsidian ink eyes slightly. The owner and the proprietress who sold the wontons are still the couple in their memories. It's just a little older. Time has left the traces of time on their faces. In my memory, although the boss is kind-hearted, he is a little cowardly and can't be the master. It's a typical strict wife. The proprietress has some power. One mouth is also a bit mean to speak.

Then. He's a three-year-old baby. Because he escaped from his father's pursuit all the way. His clothes were in tatters. At first glance. Like a little beggar. The stomach is already hungry and empty. Sang about the empty city plan. The money given to him by the prince's brother also fell somewhere on the way to escape.

The cold wind of winter is cold. Bursts of blowing. Bone-chilling cold. He shivered with cold. And he hugged his little body. He wrapped his arms around him and rubbed his little arms to keep warm. Then. Where he stood was where he is today.

Smell the smell of wontons wafting in the wind. The three-year-old boy couldn't help but sniff. Greedily smelling the scent in the air. It smells so good. I'm so hungry. I'm really hungry...... Tiny people. Can't resist the temptation of food. I took two small steps towards the wonton stand. I don't have any money on me. Paused again. His eyes were reluctant to look at the white mist and heat. Looking at the stalls with bursts of wonton incense.

"Little doll. I'm hungry." Suddenly. A gentle and loving voice sounded overhead. That may not sound the best. But. For the little one. But it was the best sound of heaven he had ever heard in the process of fleeing. He looked up in surprise. It was the face of an ordinary man who couldn't be called handsome. At that time, it seemed to him. But it was the most benevolent and beautiful face he had ever seen.

He pursed his bruised lips and didn't speak. Just looking at the people defensively. What about hunger. He didn't have any money. At that time, at a young age, he had already experienced the warmth and coldness of the world. He had long experienced what it meant to have no free lunch.

Xu saw the vigilance in his eyes. The man smiled again. Reaching out to touch his head. He avoided him. Men weren't angry about it. Instead, he said in a softer voice: "Little doll. It's so cold. How do you want to be here. Where's your father?"

"I don't have a father. My mother is dead." He replied in a childish but cold voice.

Xu was coldly charged by his tone. and outright hatred frightened. The man's face changed slightly. But he didn't ask any further. sighed lightly: "Then would you like to go back with me. Let me...... Let me take care of you."

He shook his head. The vigilance in the eyes is even greater. Even. Quietly stepped back.

The pity in the man's eyes deepened a little. He said regretfully, "If you don't want to, just do it." I don't force you. Little doll. Let's go with my uncle. Uncle will take you to eat ravioli."

In the beginning. He thought the man was a human trafficker. Later. He just knew. The man's place would have said that to him. Let him go back with him. is to want him to be his son. The man had no children. His wife can't have children.

The corners of Dongfang Shentian's mouth hooked up a mocking sarcastic. Thoughts are drawn from memory and returned to reality. Later. Later...... What's wrong. He smiled suddenly. The man took him to eat ravioli. He will sit down. The man just brought the wonton to the table. Put it in front of him. He had just picked up the porcelain spoon. Scoop up a hot and fragrant ravioli. He was startled by a sharp woman's scolding and fell off the stool. That ravioli can be imagined. I didn't eat it.

"You scumbag. He carried the old lady on his back to give the little beggar wontons to eat. You are when you have more money. The family has a lot of money. Every time I see a little beggar, I am kind. You bastard...... In my heart, I must see that the old lady can't give birth to a son. Every time you look at it

The little beggar ran over like that#¥%&......" The woman behind scolded something. He didn't continue listening. I really can't listen to it. I only looked at the frightened pale face. A man who looks at a woman and is only a man.

And he ran away.

He was a small man at that time. But he also knows. If he doesn't take advantage of the woman and leave him aside; Concentrate on reprimanding her man and walk away in the interval. I'm afraid he's the next unlucky guy. It was also then. He felt the indifference of human nature deeply. Selfish.

He knows. At that time, the man was really out of kindness and wanted to help him. But he was afraid of his wife. And it can't......

He didn't sympathize with the man. I don't feel sorry for the man. He only felt that how could a man be so cowardly. Even their own women are afraid. What kind of man is that. Men can love their wives. To your own wife. Spoil your own wife. But she can't be unreasonable. How can you allow a woman to ride on your head?

I glanced at the wonton stand again. Look at the busy appearance of the man. The beautiful thin lips of the Oriental Shadow Heaven hooked a smile with inexplicable meaning. Turn around and leave. No wonder they can only guard that little wonton stand for the rest of their lives. Just because men are too cowardly. The woman is too strong. Too narrow-minded. Too mean.

All the way. Exclamations around you. The amazed gaze fell on deaf ears. He laughed mockingly. Dongling's woman is really getting more and more bold and unrestrained. How dare you look at a man like that on the street? Moreover. Without mincing matters.

He didn't know. He left all these years. Dongling has changed so much. Women are no longer confined to the boudoir. It's no longer the door that doesn't go out of the door. It's free enough to show up on the streets at will.

If you just come out and walk down, it's fine. The woman came out for a walk. It's not a good thing to see the world and not get paid. It's just that. Dressed so thinly, it is comparable to a woman in a green house. It's a little too much. It's hard to disagree.

Dongfang Shentian frowned. I don't know what comes to mind. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Pulled out a beautiful smile. This time. He remembered the people he was missing. No matter how much annoyance. It's all gone. These women. How can it be compared with his Xi'er?

His Xi'er. Whenever. It's all that good.

About the time to touch a pillar of incense. He walked into a school that looked ordinary. Inside, it's elegant and spacious. Planted with plums. The courtyard of the blue orchid. Although it has not been inhabited for a long time. But it's very clean. Very well kept. Just because. They know. Their master will come back here one day.