Ye Chaoxiao slowly got up from the ground, he seemed to feel that his body still did not belong to him, and it would take a lot of strength and even severe pain to move casually, and it took a lot of effort to stand up reluctantly, but at this time, Ye Chaoxiao suddenly realized something, this matter is extremely important- When he left the martial family, he was the fifth stage of the true yuan force, but now he only has four stages, and according to the time of this martial artist, this is undoubtedly the winter before he left the martial family, which means that the deepest and softest mood in his mind still exists, at least in this winter!

Thinking of this, Ye Chaoxiao tried his best to open his legs, and walked step by step towards the familiar place in his memory, although the speed was very slow, but there was a kind of anxiety and hope in each step. Yes, yes, Ye Chaoxiao's heart is very excited now, because even he himself is about to forget, or he wants to force himself to forget the person, the person he calls 'mother'.

Are you finally about to meet you again?

"Tata ...... Tata ......"

Broken bones, cold wind, all of this made Ye Chaoxiao's journey extremely difficult, although every time he took a step, the pain in his body would become more and more intense, but Ye Chaoxiao still did not stop his pace. I don't know how long it has been, maybe this body has become accustomed to such pain Ye Chaoxiao, or the excitement in his heart completely overshadowed the pain - his heart didn't know how long it had been like this violent beating, not surprise or fear, but a kind of ecstasy and excitement from the depths of that soul. With trembling hands full of scars, he pushed open the wooden door that was extremely worn out in his memory and seemed to collapse at the slightest touch, the dilapidated hut in the most remote part of the samurai, but he had stayed for more than ten years, and the famous "home" existed.

"Ah, you're back......"

That's it, that's it!

The voice was so familiar that I thought I would never hear it again.

The figure that was too familiar to be familiar with it was originally thought that it would never be seen again.

That's it, that's it!

No amount of words seemed to be able to describe Ye Chaoxiao's mood at this moment, or from the abyss and hell to the world in an instant, and then from the world to heaven. He forcibly held back the tears that were actually filled with his eyes, and looked around, everything in the house was still the same- The small space, the dilapidated tables, chairs and furniture, the roof that can't even shelter from the wind and rain, the lighting in the house is also very dark, only a small oil lamp is placed on a low wooden table in the center, there is no fire in the room to keep warm, and the temperature outside is about the same or even lower, but as long as the faint oil lamp is placed there, no matter how low the temperature in this world is, there is a warm place.

He raised his head, his eyes staring straight at the picture in front of him—it was a pair of clean and bright eyes, as pure and clear as a trickle that had just melted in the mountains in early spring, and it was also the same as countless times before, like the gentle stream soothing Ye Chaoxiao's heart. The clothes stained with sweat and oil stains are a little too big on the thin body, and the hair is a little messy, but even so, there is a refreshing feeling when you look closely, which shows what a beautiful embryo she was when she was young. Looking at the figure in the depths of his memory, the softest and most fragile existence in his heart, Ye Chaoxiao could no longer hold back the tears that swirled in his eyes, hugged his mother hard, felt the temperature that he was about to forget, and completely poured out the expression in his heart that could only be released in front of her-

"Woooooooooo......oo Woowoo...... Mom ......."

"This kid, what's wrong?" seemed to sense Ye Chaoxiao's mood swings, Ye Mu stretched out her hands, gently patted Ye Chaoxiao's back, and said in her most gentle tone:

"Owl, good, don't cry...... Mommy is here ......."

Hearing this, where could Ye Chaoxiao stop his tears! Really, it's true, if it's fake, this is my mother! Every time I come home, or I am scarred or exhausted, it is such a simple hug, it is such a simple sentence, it is more effective than any healing medicine in this world! It's true, if Ye Chaoxiao still thought that this was just a dream before, but now he would rather believe that he has never left the martial arts family, even if he becomes a waste again, even if his efforts in the past few months have come to naught, isn't this what he really wants? He has never thought about how strong he is, he just wants to avenge his mother, but at this moment, isn't the root of all his beliefs in front of him?

Maybe in the eyes of others, he is a mysterious and tenacious teenager, but here, as long as he is in this small room, as long as he is in the place where the surrounding oil lamp shines, as long as he is in his mother's arms, he is just a child who needs love, as long as he hugs him to keep warm, as long as he snuggles up, he can survive-

No matter how low the temperature of the world is, how glad that there is no need for anyone in this long night;

Whatever the possibility exists in the future, I hope this is the last kind of change.

"Mom...... Mommy ....."

Lying in his mother's arms like a baby and crying, gradually, gradually, the sound of crying gradually disappeared, and he fell asleep in his mother's arms, perhaps there is no other place in the world that can make a child feel more at ease than here. Feeling the steady breathing of his child after falling asleep, and seeing the seemingly miserable wounds on his body, he sighed sadly, and the teardrops that were as crystal as diamonds silently crossed the cheeks that were rubbed by life, if it could be avoided, if it could be resisted, if it could, even if it had a little ability to resist, what mother in the world could watch her child be treated like this?

Those bruised and purple scars, those wounds that were still dripping blood, not only hurt Ye Chaoxiao's body, but also hurt in the heart of a mother! While holding Ye Chaoxiao, who had already fallen asleep, she was lying on the small, and only half a thin futon on the kang, she gritted her teeth, trying not to let herself cry, and the tears flowing from the corners of her closed eyes seemed to still carry a hatred-

She hated, she hated that merry man who never returned;

She hates, she hates the cold state of this thin family;

She even hated herself, hated herself for being powerless, hated herself for not fighting......

The only thing I don't hate, in this world, is my own children......

The tears dripped down her cheek and fell on the other cheek, a little cold.

She didn't know that in that messy face, this slightly cold drop would also be warm.