East Antarctic Region - Qingcheng

It's time for spring to return to the earth again, and the breath of early spring has just come to this beautiful land, melting the sedimented snow, melting the snow on the roofs of every house in this warm spring light, and revealing the green tiles of every house under the snow. The Lingyu River is already showing signs of thawing, and the willows on the bank have begun to bud. There was still a slight chill in the air, but it didn't matter, and all the signs told the people that spring was coming.

Qingcheng - Samurai

"Smack!"

In the empty square, only a crisp and loud voice was heard, and a thin boy who looked to be about ten years old was thrown out with a hard slap from an older child who was two or three years older than him. Then he fell heavily on the ground, and there was still some snow on the ground that had not melted, and the thin boy was only wearing a very thin linen clothes, and the snow was still quite cold and soaked through the clothes at once, and the bone-chilling cold made him jump at once.

"Ha, I can actually stand up, I didn't expect this little bastard to be even more forbidden than before. You guys, go and beat him up again, remember, keep your breath, don't let him die, it's not fun to die. The boy, about fourteen or fifteen years old, said with a wicked smile, and waved his hand as he spoke, and four children of about the same age around him swarmed up and beat the thin boy in a riot, screaming, wailing, and laughing. After about ten minutes, the older children left the place in laughter, and the thin boy was covered with scars and fainted on the snow that had not yet melted.

"Waste!

"A thirteen-year-old guy who isn't even a war soldier is a piece of waste!"

"What does it mean to be alive like this? It's better to be dead. ”

"It's nothing that he's dead, but it's a little boring for us guys!"

"I think his only role in being alive is for us to play, hahaha, hahaha!"

"How can there be such a waste of people in the world, it's really laughing to death, hahaha!"

"You're a piece of shit, a piece of shit!"

"What qualifications does a collateral evil seed have to live here?"

"Waste!

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"Am I a waste?"

"Am I really waste?"

"It's innate to be a cultivator, and it's a wasted physique that can't be wasted anymore. ”

"The innate true yuan power is only half a level, and it is destined to be impossible to become a strong person in this life. ”

"I was born without a father, and my mother died, leaving me alone in this place where I would be worse off than dead every day. ”

"I, I might as well just die!"

"But am I really going to die like this, is that all?"

"Am I going against what my mother said on her deathbed? She has no way to see me grow up, no way to take care of me, can't I even live up to her last hope?"

"'Child, your mother is no longer able to take care of you, and in the days to come, you must live well, just live, this is more important than anything else. ’”

"I can't die, I can't die!"

"I must live, live, not die, because my mother would never want to see it. I, I'm not going to make him feel sorry for me anymore. ”

"I'm going to be strong, I'm going to be strong, I'm going to be strong!"

"I'm going to prove to you, Mom, I'm not a random waste, I'm not, I'm not!"

"I'm going to prove to those who look down on me that they are wrong, and they'll regret it. I'm going to get stronger, definitely, I'm not a waste!"

"Mom, Chaoxiao, this is the name you gave me, starting today, I will take the same surname as you, I, my name is Ye Chaoxiao!"

In fact, he woke up early, but he didn't move, the cold snow soaked into the wounds on his body, and he was now almost numb to the pain.

That whole day, the thin boy thought a lot, a lot.

Until the sky darkened, no one looked at him directly, as if he were looking at a dead man, and there was not the slightest pity in his eyes.

Until the moon slowly rose, the moon tonight was very special, very large, special garden, hanging in the sky, exuding a cold moonlight, like a god looking at the earth. The cold moonlight reflected on his body, and the fine snow fell on his body, if it was in the eyes of those merry boys, it must be a beautiful scenery, but for the current teenager, it is not the slightest beauty.

The boy let out a long sigh and gritted his teeth, but he got up on his own, dragging a crippled leg, step by step, and went alone in this cold night, and plunged into a small forest. He gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and kept going, through the intricacies of the woods, step by step, to a low dirt bag, in which he could barely see the only relative in the world, his mother.

"Mother, the child is not filial, and there is no place for me to live in this place. I, I have to get out of here, Mom, believe me, I'm going to live well, I will, when I become strong, I'll come back to see you. The young man knelt down slowly, kowtowed three times in front of the grave in front of him as he spoke, then stood up, gritted his teeth, and without looking back to the ground, dragged his crippled leg towards the place where the bright moon rose. And the place where he knelt, a shallow kowtow trace, and, there were teardrops flowing along the way.

"I, I'm not a waste, I'm myself!