It's already the winter moon, the sun is shining, and the wind is blowing.

Xiao Wei walked through this silent street, and a petite figure followed closely behind him.

What a quiet winter, as if the temperature froze the footsteps, the cold from west to east, as the sun disappeared, spread to the whole world, hanging everything in front of you with a mysterious and harsh ice color.

On this wide road, few people come. Occasionally, someone passed by in a hurry, and they were in a hurry, without even a smile on their faces, and they did not stop for half a minute for such a wonderful view.

Who would have thought that this was once a bustling metropolis.

The capital of the Arima Empire, named Arima Castle, has just been transformed from a prosperous city into an inaccessible abandoned city because of the baptism of war, and many people have fled here and left their homes. And the people who remained have not yet come out of the memory of that cruel war, and are still immersed in the cruel memory of that war, and even the once very lively bazaar is rarely held.

Xiao Wei looked at everything in front of him, his heart was infinitely lost, and the melancholy in his heart was also overflowing, if it was a little colder, it should snow.

The cold wind, on this ruthless street, is also blowing in a hurry, people are in a hurry, the cold is also in a hurry, blowing up the dust on the ground, for this already silent world, adding a touch of earth, the Arima Empire has the habit of pasting window flowers, on the windows of every house, only sparsely sticking to last year's window flowers, has been yellowed without a trace of New Year's flavor.

And the doors and windows were tightly closed, as if to keep the cold out of the window, but even the enthusiasm of the neighbors was turned away.

The colorless wind destroyed the leaves of the branches. The leaves of the trees are like people, some of them are scattered by the wind because they can't bear the cold silence, and then disappear into the infinite wilderness with time, and some of them are quite willful, not swayed by the bitter cold, and cling to the dry branches, even the branches are about to die, but they are still strong, becoming witnesses of the last glorious years in the air.

It's a pity that it's not cold in high places!

The people here, how many of them are not afraid of the devastation of war, not far away is the battlefield that was once filled with gunpowder, and how many of the dead are the young people in this city, their younger brothers, or their sons and nephews, but few people go to collect their bodies.

Most of the people here have been frightened by those demonic warriors of the Dachen Empire. Although, at this time, those people have already withdrawn from the Arima Empire due to civil strife, but who knows if they will come back and fight again.

In their hearts, there is no longer the pride and strength they once had, some just live to live, and some just hope to see the sun again tomorrow.

It's a cold despair, but also a pathetic numbness.

The most terrible thing in the human heart is numbness, and when people are silent about cruelty, the next victim will be their turn.

The sorrows that have not yet gone far, the blood that has not yet been cold, are staring at the city not far away, which is one of the reasons why it is so quiet here. The streets were empty, only Hanfeng and Xiao Wei wandering on the streets that were so cold and ruthless.

Xiao Wei rubbed his hands together and said to himself: "This ghost weather is really scary!"

"Brother Xiao, I'm cold. A little girl pulled the sleeves of Xiao Wei in front of her, her snow-white little face was red from the cold, and in this cold and crystal clear winter scenery, she was as beautiful as a beautiful New Year's doll.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. Xiao Wei squatted down and touched her head and comforted.

The little girl's name was Tianchen, about ten years old, wearing a thick white linen dress, although the quality was inferior, but it was clean and spotless.

Xiao Wei doesn't remember how long he has been dependent on this little girl, but he vaguely remembers that it is his fate to protect this little girl.

Taking Tianchen's little hand, they walked towards their residence, where the two of them were taken in by an old mansion and taken in by a kind old man who had no legs. In Xiao Wei's memory, he has lived here for more than ten years, although Xiao Wei always has an inexplicable feeling of insecurity and no sense of belonging.

This kind of memory, like being implanted by a strong heart, makes him very repulsed, but he can't refuse.

He didn't remember anything else.

It seems that because someone is too sad about their heart, they deliberately erase the past from their minds, just like the brain will selectively forget some memories that are too exciting, in order not to hurt the brain, a kind of protection measure for yourself.

No one cares, no future of their own, no expectations for life, and like everyone else here, there is never hope in sight. What's the point of remembering too much of a hard day like this.

Thinking of this, Xiao Wei looked at the direction of Tianxiang City, and unconsciously shed tears, wondering, he is obviously not a crying person, why did he become so sentimental, if it was a little colder, the tears froze, and he couldn't flow down.

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is so literary and artistic, for Mao will be mixed into such an unlucky appearance, even if he is a hooligan, he is also mixed, it seems that knowledge really changes fate.

If you don't go to school early, you will get rich early.

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At this time, an old man and a young man walked by, and the young man was happily discussing new things, and the old man was obviously much deeper, but he also had a proud expression.

"Dad, have you heard, Dachen's kingdom Tianxiang City exploded, and even the princess is missing. The boy said excitedly.

This young man, at first glance, is a gentleman, and he can laugh so unhindered, his family is bound to be a rich man, or behind the official eunuch.

"yes. I heard that hundreds of thousands of troops were beaten by two people. I really don't know what kind of monster it is, it can destroy a city in seconds. The old man coughed lightly and replied in his ear, as if he did not bother to talk to the young man, but he still said it.

Xiao Wei was shocked when he heard this, as if the battle had started beside him, what kind of person can be so strong that two people can resist a city.

"Dad, I want to go to school!" said the young man looking at the old man with a wistful expression.

Xiao Wei was a little unacceptable, this man who was almost 20 years old, and he was coquettish with his father, Xiao Wei watched it from the side, and felt a little disgusted.

"You don't have a fairy root, what kind of school do you go to!" the old man reprimanded with some impatience.

Well, I was rejected, I deserved it. It is estimated that the education methods of rich families are different, Xiao Wei forcibly suppressed the nausea in his heart and continued to walk forward. Unexpectedly, these two men were on the same road as Xiao Wei and had been following behind him.

"No, I have to go even if I spend money, don't you know the Pill Pharmacist, just let them refine a myelin-washing pill for me." Do you want me to be like that immortal waste for the rest of my life!" the young man said a little coquettishly.

Pointing to Xiao Wei's nose and saying, for people whose strength is not as good as his own, he is not shy about speaking at all.

Xiao Wei was angry, numb, he is still here, is this guy looking for a draw. If I hadn't been able to beat him myself, I would have done it a long time ago!

Let's not mention that the sky-high price of the Purifying Pill is not acceptable to everyone, just that even if the pharmacist of the Pill is of high grade, it is not easy to refine the Purifying Pill.

Eighty percent of this rich second generation has a brain problem.

"It's fine. Since you are self-motivated, Dad will fulfill you. The old man said with a sigh, without much expression on his face.

I really agreed, how rich this family is.

Just when Xiao Wei was depressed, he saw the rich second generation take a few steps in and came over and patted Xiao Wei on the shoulder.

"Little beggar, hurry up, these three cents will be given to you, go home and buy a cake to eat!"

I guess I was happy because I could go to school.

However, Xiao Wei came up with a fire, numb, where did you see that Lao Tzu was a beggar. As soon as Xiao Wei rolled up his sleeves, he was about to rush up, but he felt resistance behind him.

"Brother Xiao, let's go home. The little girl pulled the corner of Xiao Wei's clothes and stopped Xiao Wei's impulse.

"Thank you, uncle. Tianchen turned around and took the three cents he had given him, leaving the boy petrified in place.

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Xiao Wei was deeply sad, and what the two people behind him said pierced his heart.

What a distant name, either a genius or a well-off family, and a person like himself who struggles to live does not have the luxury of going to that kind of place for consumption.

Probably, my future is to live slowly in such a small city, grow up slowly, find a job that is not very good, and then marry Tianchen.

It doesn't matter, there is no talent, and I am destined to be ordinary for a lifetime.

Xiao Wei looked at the sky, he always felt as if something was about to happen, but he didn't know when it happened.

It's cold and cold this winter, and there are very few pedestrians on the street, so those who have families must be around the hot stove and have lunch with their families.

Suddenly it snowed in the sky. In a short time, even the end of the street was full of snow.

The branches of the trees were covered with snow, and they were piled up tightly like strings of marshmallows; the top of the mountain not far away was also covered with snow, just like the mountain was wearing a white fur coat; Tianchen was happily jumping in the snow, his little feet stepping on and stepping, "crunching, crunching", stringing out a string of snow footprints like a call; Xiao Wei put his hand in his pocket and kept shivering, not knowing what to do. Although he was dressed thickly, like a polar bear, he was not warm.

Where are the father and son going behind them? Why did they follow behind him without saying a word, Xiao Wei was a little scared in his heart, they didn't want to follow him home, and then do something to hurt themselves.

Thinking of this, Xiao Wei led Tianchen and couldn't help but speed up his pace, wanting to get rid of the annoying father and son behind him, but found that they were still like ghosts, following closely behind.