The mountain wind is blowing, the lonely peak is protruding, the wall stands thousands of miles, and the cliff is precipitous.

Xiao Bai leaned on the wheelchair, enjoying the mountain breeze, as if he could blow away a body of dust, but there were six, and he jumped off the cliff, which was bliss.

Fortunately, the leg injury did not heal, blocking Xiaobai's empty fantasy, a gust of wind hit and pulled it out of the fantasy, and when he came back to his senses, he immediately raised his hand to touch his chest and said: "Fortunately, I am still alive, I am afraid that one will ignore it but in this life, one corpse and two lives will be lost." ”

In the world in his mind, Gongzi Ye seemed to be comfortable drinking a cup of hot tea on a rocking chair leisurely, looking at the whole world through Xiaobai's eyes, hearing the strange interpretation of this corpse and two lives, Gongzi Ye put down the tea in his hand, sat down and said: "Boy, don't use the explanation of one corpse and two lives, I am not your mother, and you are not my son, it sounds disgusting." ”

Suddenly, I heard Gongziye's voice, and just about to open his mouth to ask where the bewitching came from, he was sarcastically beaten without warning, Xiaobai was not to be outdone and immediately shot back: "The body is mine, I can say whatever I want, Gongzi You are in my body, although I can be sure that I am not your mother, but it doesn't matter if you are my son or not." The dominant advantage of the strong and domineering directly made Xiaobai sneer and throw it out together.

"The following is a crime! I don't know how old and young are inferior? How can I make fun of my mother!" The prince suddenly let out a thunderous rage, and the deafening momentum directly hit his brain, shaking Xiaobai at a loss for a while.

When he came back to his senses, he was just about to say sarcastically, you put forward this argument first, and you told me that you can't joke about your mother? The expressions on his face were ready, with a faint mocking look, the corners of his mouth curled, and a look of disdain. But when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them all without spitting out.

Gongzi didn't reflect, and Xiaobai was silent. That's the end of the controversy.

Jiang Xiaobai, who has been the prince of Jiang Guo for 16 years, has been told that he is a bloodthirsty body since he was governor, and he has been locked in a high wall for 16 years. is still His Majesty's father, whenever he sees that his only child is actually a thing that is not as good as waste, how can he accept it in his heart, his face is struggling, his face is cold, as if he is in a high position, so he rejects people thousands of miles away and ignores them.

At least that's what Xiaobai thinks.

Even when he saw the old ape uncle frolicking with the dead monkey, his eyes were filled with longing and envy. His father never hugged him.

At least that's what Xiaobai remembers when he was sober.

No one cared for him, let alone cared, and after receiving a copy of "First Literacy" handed to him by his father, he became obsessed with the stories in the book. The tear-jerking lyrical writing method of the wood volatilized a copy of "Mother's Yin" to the fullest, and it was only then that Xiaobai realized that in addition to his father, he should have had a mother.

But why have I never seen this mother? I had the courage to ask my father where my mother was, but the answer I got was my father's silence, as always, no, more lonely than ever.

Silence to the bone.

I just celebrated my fourth birthday, and I couldn't understand why my father was silent, and I wanted to cry and resist, but when I saw a drop of moisture in the corner of my father's eye, I stopped the tears that were about to fall, and wiped the corners of my father's eyes with my immature little hands with my backhand, without saying a word.

It's been too long since I've forgotten what kind of eyes my father had in his eyes when he looked at me with deep meaning.

It wasn't until after his father came out of Yunxuan Pavilion that he choked up, and instantly thundered and cried.

Out of nowhere, a voice came into my mind, "Xiaobai, don't cry, grow up quickly, find your mother." ”

I didn't know what fear was, but I didn't resist this sudden voice, but I cried even more sadly when I heard the words to find my mother, and the crying was heartbreaking.

The voice sounded one after another, comforting himself until he was tired of crying, fell headlong, and fainted. And the last sentence heard before fainting, no, was just a sigh.

Has been dormant in Xiaobai's body for four years, neither has the right to control the body, will not interfere with the repetition of history, is no longer the original naïve teenager, has fantasized similar to today's bridge, the age of the weak crown thought that the mind is a great achievement, the age of dreaming is inevitably a reminiscence and fantasy, such as the child's body but with the wisdom of the weak crown of the revisiting fantasy, if there is really that time, it must be as wise as a demon, everything in the future will be at the mercy of my palm, how majestic, how majestic.

In the year of its establishment, the iron rider under his command walked all over the thousands of rivers and mountains, holding the sun and the moon in charge of the dust, and everything was at ease. Living in Qi Nan Xiaozhu, sitting on his knees, his demeanor is gentle and elegant, he does not slow down to mention tea, calms down and cooks a big red robe, recalling the immaturity of his youth, the memory of the extremely embarrassing reputation, just swallowing the tea, thinking about it, he was too frivolous when he was young, smiled, and the wind was light.

It's past the age of dreaming, but now it's really living in that dream. Do you really have to follow the steps planned when you were young? smiled, and the meaning was self-evident.

In this regard, Gongzi Xiaobai was silent and re-accepted the crushing of history as a bystander. It has been dormant for four years, and the mind of the year of standing looks at the things that are not understood when they are immature, and they have forgotten when they understand. The eyes of the father, the embrace of the father, and the expression on the father's face after wiping the moistening corners of his eyes are called: unwilling. Unwilling to accept this fact, he tried his best to resist, and struggled to the death, but in the end it was fruitless, and his heart was as unwilling as death.

Watching himself cry hysterically, his heart, which had been sealed for many years, began to beat wildly at this time trying to break free from the seal, and the tears penetrated into the shocking and shocking bystander with a wet chest, which lasted for four years......

I don't want the tragedy of history to repeat again, being repeatedly run over by the wheels of history, it really hurts and hurts, it hurts so much that I can't breathe, it's so cruel that I can't accept it, I vow to change all this, who dares to stop me?!

Let me hug you so well. "Little white behave, don't cry, grow up quickly, find your mother. He was no longer dormant and suddenly got up.

In my last life, Mother, there was no time for me to think about this ethereal figure.

In this life, the years go by, the time is long, mother, I will have it!

Return to God, return to the soul.

At this awakening, he suddenly felt that his forehead was cold by the mountain wind, and raised his hand to cover his forehead to warm it up. Raise your hand, find the sun on the three poles, it is the fullest time of the sun, red mulberry leaves need the moisture of the sun, now ripe, the special smell emitted by the sun diffuses, the fragrance that is almost unsmellable can attract thousands of peeps.

His forehead gradually warmed up, and he moved his wheelchair and turned around, his back to the cliff and the flowers. On a small half-human-tall tree, palm-sized red mulberry leaves occupy its branches, and small pale pink flowers bloom quietly at the top of its branches, and the distance is only a foot away, and you still can't feel the unique fragrance of the small flowers.

didn't open the pastime of "Mu Sang Fu" on his lap, although Dongqing said that as long as I was within three feet of this red mulberry, there would be no strange insects and spirit beasts coming. But after all, it's not easy to come out once, how can you look down and read a book and waste this good time.

The red mulberry is overgrown with weeds, and only the red mulberry stands out in the red and green, how not to attract attention. Looking at the pale pink flowers on the red mulberry branches swaying with the mountain wind, I found that this flower is much more beautiful than the book. Looking at it, he narrowed his eyes, his fingers knocked on the armrest of the wheelchair, and he hummed an unknown tune in his mouth.

"I don't want to ask you where you are, I don't want to think about whether you can come back, I want to think about your heart, I want to hold your face, I want to hold it in my chest, I can't let it go. The corners of his lips are slightly curled, and the words are not clear, but they add a little subtle incense. Just ask, what kind of talent can compose such a masterpiece that makes people sigh that this song should only exist in heaven and can be asked for several times in the world.

After the song was finished, I was satisfied with the sound, the melody was still lingering in my head, the corners of my mouth were like lingering sounds, and when I opened my eyes, in an instant!

The souls of the dead are all rising, and the heart is frightened! There is only one stitch left in the pupils.