"Seed!" "Seed!" "

Awakening from his sleep, he jumped off the peach tree as usual, followed the familiar route to a stream, washed his cheeks and hands slightly, and took off his shirt, revealing a scabbed scar under his right rib. The scar was deep enough to see the wriggling flesh and bones inside, and the memory was only a membrane of internal organs.

What kind of internal organs are exactly, Bu Jingfeng is not clear, the shape of the internal organs he knows is only the heart, just like when he was young, the things that were placed in front of him to make him recognize clearly are exactly the same.

In my memory, as long as I went to my mother's felt tent, I got nothing but "evil seeds". But he didn't care, his mother's attitude towards him, he could think of and understand, because he betrayed his mother, and as his mother's only spiritual support, he chose to betray. Not for anything else, just for their mother and son to be able to live, to be able to live in the hands of that group of Beimang people, to be able to live in the hands of the leader of the Beimang tribe, who should be their biological father, to eat, to live. He threw away everything his mother taught him, tore up a three-character scripture that his mother had treasured for a long time, and then shouted to the tribal leader with a high nose and deep eye sockets in his mother's heart-like eyes, Father, no, according to Beimang's side, it should be Daddy.

That's right, although he looks exactly like the Kyushu Chinese, he is a hybrid with Beimang blood. Bastard, that's what the guy he called Daddy called him. His mother was a slave who was taken captive into Beimang, and his father was the leader of the Beimang tribe who was a marauder, he had no name, only knew his mother's surname Bu, and he didn't know whether it was cloth or Bu.

Life passed like this, although it was still not very good, but it was finally able to live, with his own dignity, with his own food, although he could not fill his stomach, but it was barely enough for a person to live. However, they are two people, a mother and son, one big and one young. Food, still not enough.

So on that occasion, when he was digging some flexible grass roots by the river to eat, he saw the child, who was so young, but the characteristics of the Beimang people were unintentional, the deep sunken eye sockets, the high and erect nose bridge, and the clothes of the Beimang nobles, that shirt, I am afraid that I will never touch it in my life.

Ignoring the fact that the kid was by the river, watching his cheeks dig up the roots and eat them, he left. The little step frightened the wind and shook his head, how could he give birth to the years when he came back to help him. I don't know how many grass roots he eats, and he fills his stomach slightly, although his stomach is full, he still pours a stomach of water. Because if you don't do this, I'm afraid that you will not be able to survive tonight if you eat these grass roots.

He had already learned this lesson, and that time he had been in the stable for three days, and although he did not die, his mother was also hungry for three days. Although the food belongs to him, but he does not receive it, it means that he chooses to give up, and from then on, he will bring back his own food and put it in his mother's door.

Alas, it's distracted again, it's time to go back. Returning to his mother's felt tent, he was surprised and angry, and the child who was watching him eat grass roots by the river was by his mother's carpet with a piece of cheese on the ground.

This group of brutes, who did not know human morality, clenched the small wooden stick in their hands in a frightened manner, and looked at the child's heart, and he knew that if he stabbed it deeply, he would die!

Just as he was about to make a move, his mother appeared, with a smile that would never give herself, and hugged the child into her arms. Heaven is so unfair, and perhaps the only thing that is fair in Heaven is that everyone dies, and that everyone has only twelve hours in a day.

Later, Bu Jingfeng learned that the child's name was Tuoba Feng, a kindergarten teacher who was added to various names in the tribe, the next generation of tribal leaders, and his brother, his name was Tuoba Feng. Tuoba, it turns out that this tribe is the Tuoba tribe.

The days are still passing, his own share of food is still sent to his mother's felt tent every day, he still eats grass roots, drinks stream water, and lives without people or ghosts. It's just that every few days, in the place where he first foresaw his eldest brother Tuoba Feng, something would appear, cheese, barbecue, mare's milk wine, and so on. And even Bu Jingfeng didn't notice that in his heart, he was actually calling that Beimang boy, big brother.

Bu Jingfeng has never rejected these things, the so-called self-esteem and dignity have long been absent in his heart, and living is his only goal, or the only choice.

It didn't take long for my mother to pass away, and it was natural. Bu Jingfeng knows that since she was born, her health has been very bad, and she doesn't know why she has supported her for so long.

There was no fluctuation in his mother's eyes after her death, and in the eyes of those around him, in the eyes of those around him, like a beast, he understood the disappointment, why he was disappointed, because he was not as they were in their hearts, just like the pony born of a mare in the stable actually died, which surprised them and made them angry.

On that day, the bruised Bu Feng came to the west side to dig grass roots to eat, which were softer and easier to digest, and the pain in his stomach would be lighter.

Tuoba Feng reappeared, still in the same luxurious clothes, standing aside and watching him finish his own food, then wrap the scars on his body with the only cloth he had, and prepare to leave.

"Why are you still eating these, the food that belongs to you should have been sent to you. Tuoba Feng spoke, he didn't understand why after the death of Bu Fengfeng's mother, Bu Jingfeng still ate this unfathomable thing.

Although Bu Jingfeng did not answer, he did not leave directly. I didn't speak because I didn't want to explain anything, and as for why I continued to eat these, because I vaguely remembered that in Kyushu, it was necessary to pay tribute to the grave of the dead.

"So, let me change the question, are you still covering up the scars on your body? Why?" Tuoba Feng is not as mature as a child of four or five years old, but not as indifferent as a human being.

"If you used to cover the scars on your body because you were afraid that your mother would worry, then now? Are you used to it? Or are you afraid of something? Continue to cover the scars on your body and the scars in your heart. Tuoba Feng continued, beckoning Bu Feng to sit down and sit beside him.

Maybe Tuoba Feng was born with a leadership temperament, or maybe it was Bu Jingfeng who repaid Tuoba Feng for those satisfying food, Bu Jingfeng sat down and chose to listen to Tuoba Feng's words.

"Have you ever heard the sound of snow?" Tuoba Feng seemed to start with a gossip topic, but since he chose to talk to Bu Fengfeng, he was destined to not get an answer, but he didn't want to get an answer from Bu Fengfeng.

In fact, if it weren't for the two words that he shouted out every day when he brought food to his mother during the year, "Mother." "I'm afraid the whole tribe will see him as a mute. Dumb, yes, a mute, a mute who never speaks, only knows how to eat grassroots.

Bu Jingfeng was silent for a long time, Tuoba Feng also looked at him like this and waited for a long time, and finally, Bu Jingfeng shook his head gently, listening to the sound of snow, does snow have a sound?

"Come to think of it, even I have never heard the sound of snow. Tuoba Feng smiled and continued, "I heard that in the west of Kyushu, it snows every year, and the snow is like running the wool of our entire tribe into the sky. ”

"Otherwise, you can call it the frightening wind, the step frightening wind, it sounds good. Tuoba Feng's thinking changed so quickly that it was elusive, but this time, no matter how long he waited, he didn't wait for Bu Fengfeng's answer.

"Actually, this is what your mother asked me to tell you, step frightened, this is the name she gave you. "Tuoba Feng is still a child after all, so he simply told the original tail.

In an instant, Bu Jingfeng's eyes bloomed with a terrifying light, and then continued to dim, and without saying a word, Bu Jingfeng stood up, left, and returned to his felt tent. He didn't know much about the Chinese people in Kyushu, but the first seven were the few things he knew.

Looking at the way Bu Jingfeng went away, Tuoba Feng pursed his lips, feeling that he knew too few things, just like why Bu Jingfeng's mother never gave a good face to Bu Jingfeng, why Bu Jingfeng was able to insist on eating grass roots by herself and handing her the food he had worked so hard to get, and why she pleaded with him for these things before Bu Jingfeng's mother died, and what she said at the end.

If the hatred of me can keep him alive, let him continue to hate me. Why can hatred keep people alive? Tuoba Feng didn't understand, but fortunately, he was young, and he forgot these doubts for a while, and immersed himself in the pride of completing a task.

That year, Tuoba Feng was five years old and four years old.

There are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, not to mention the Tuoba tribe, a small tribe that lives on the edge of the northern Mang of the Wu Dynasty, and the Tuoba tribe has become the dust of the Wu Dynasty's iron cavalry under the impact of the Wu Dynasty's border army, leaving only Bu Fengfeng alone, because of his Chinese face, and Tuoba Feng, who survived with his assistance.

In this way, the two half-brothers survived, and Tuoba Feng also knew for the first time that the roots of the grass were sour and bitter. If you eat it, you will have diarrhea for several days.

This year, Tuoba Feng was six years old and five years old. And the next year, when Tuoba Feng was seven years old and Bu Fengfeng was six years old, they were picked up from the Beimang border by a swordsman, this swordsman was called Song Qingsong.