Small bamboo rafts float on the surface of the river, and for some reason, the surrounding scenery spreads out like ink paintings, and the surrounding houses are like reflections in the water, like an unreal dream.

Jiang Miao rubbed his eyes and carefully looked at the stilted buildings erected by bamboo artemisia on both sides, and these houses suddenly became concrete and clear.

The undercurrent at the bottom of the river surged, shaking a burst of microwaves on the surface of the river, and a gust of wind came slowly, blowing his eyes dry, Jiang Miao couldn't help but look down at the reflection on the water, and he was stunned at a glance.

The tall white dwellings are reflected one after the other on the surface of the river, all of them are like floating lights, but they are as real as the underwater world, swaying as if calling people through the clear water.

Jiang Miao's gaze froze.

The bamboo raft drifted away one by one, reflecting another family. The terrazzo bricks are built with outward eaves and tiles, and a picture of a hundred children is carved on the delicate gatehouse. The soaring dark roof ridge is kissing the fish, and the high walls as white as snow surround all the scenes in the building.

There was no plaque at the door of this household, but Jiang Miao touched the river as if he remembered something: "It's Hui County...... Jiang Family ......"

The rough fingers touched the reflection in the water, and the surface of the water shook slightly and returned to calm. He suddenly raised his head and looked around, the shore was obviously a stilted building erected by bamboo artemisia, why was it reflected in the pink walls and tiles?

Is there a problem with the water?

Leaned down and scooped up a handful of river water, but the bamboo raft suddenly anchored in the river at this time, facing the door of the river.

"What's going on? Keep walking!" Jiang Miao's heart was at a loss, so he hurriedly picked up the bamboo pole and rowed forward, but the bamboo raft still stayed in place and did not move.

My hands were shaking, and I had never seen anything like this.

"Who's playing tricks?!" He glared and looked around, shouting forcefully, "Is this how you tricked me? You come out!"

Naturally, no one responded to him. After a while, there was a sound of running from the bottom of the river, and a young child's voice came, causing a wave on the surface of the river: "Who knocked on the door?"

Seeing the reflection on the surface of the river move, a child opened the door of the snow-colored house, and curiously stretched out his head to look left and right: "Why is there no one?"

He seemed to sense the breath, and raised his face with a smile, as if he saw Jiang Miao through the river: "It turned out to be you, why did you hide so deeply?"

Jiang Miao was in a cold sweat, and hit the river frantically with a bamboo pole, but the water surface was as strong and indestructible as steel, no matter how he tried to fight, the people in the water did not move, and they still looked at him with a smile: "You won't forget me, will you? I'm the closest person to you. Come in and be a guest!"

The gates on the water were all opened, and before Jiang Miao could react, the doors turned into a turbulent whirlpool, and a strong suction force brought him into it, and disappeared in an instant.

Some misty images come to mind.

In the cold winter wax moon, light snow falls in the sky, and the cold north wind whistles by, as if roaring at the cold of winter.

"Xianggong, look, is there something at the door of the temple?"

The little lady in the carriage lifted the curtain and pointed to the Jingtan Temple not far away.

When the carriage stopped, a man jumped down, walked to the closed gate of Jingtan Temple, and lifted the cotton cloth that wrapped the contents: "Ouch, poor and pitiful, there is a milk doll in this basket."

The little lady sat in the carriage and looked at the baby through the small window, and her eyes were filled with tears: "Who is so ruthless, if you abandon such a small child outside in winter, you will freeze to death."

"This boy doll looks no more than half a year old, and his appearance is white, there must be some reason why he was abandoned on the side of the road like this."

The man looked at the little doll, which was already frozen, and found a piece of paper beside the child, on which were written a few large characters in a crooked and diagonal manner: "His mother died in childbirth, and there is no food at home, and she hopes that a good person will adopt her."

The man read out the words on the paper, and the little lady looked at it curiously, her white fingers clenched the window frame: "Xianggong, this child is very pitiful, and it must be fate to meet us. It's been three years...... Your mother also wants a grandson, so it would be a merit for us to adopt him."

The man hesitated for a moment, looking at the little lady sadly

With a poignant expression, he finally nodded, and the baby was held in his arms, and his palm touched the child's back-

"Huh? What's wrong with him here?"

The adopted child has a strange swollen bag on his back for some reason.

Although it was only the size of a fingernail, it was swollen and swollen, and the swollen lump seemed to make the baby cry all day long.

"Daughter-in-law, look at what you picked up, and you have to be kind to see the situation, okay?"

The little lady hugged the crying milk doll in her arms: "Since I adopted him, then he is my child, mother, don't worry, even if I use up the dowry, I will support him for a lifetime."

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the road is already frozen, but the warm sun shines on the earth, revealing a rare warmth in the cold.

The little lady held the baby in her arms and went door to door to the hospital to see a doctor.

"This kind of illness is unheard of by the old man, so Madame should find another way."

"This disease will be fine if you take some special effects Shenqing pills developed by this museum, one or two silver and a pack, and Mrs. will pay for it."

The little lady searched and searched, and bought and bought the inexplicable medicine, but the swollen lump behind the baby never disappeared, but it did not grow again, only occasionally it was painful, and after a long time, it was forgotten.

Until ten years later.

"Jiang Miao! Jiang Miao!" A woman is looking around in the deep courtyard, ten years have passed, and the face of the former little lady has a little more wind and frost, but it is still gentle and warm.

"This kid is used to playing, and he ran away without doing his homework." She opened the door one room after another, and finally found Jiang Miao in the corner of the corridor.

The child was curled up on the ground, his hands and feet twitching uncontrollably. He moaned in pain, his face covered in cold sweat, and his mouth drooled.

Mrs. Jiang hurriedly picked up Jiang Miao and called his name, but Jiang Miao was unconscious, and even spit blood foam from his mouth.

Mrs. Jiang was anxious and stroked Jiang Miao's back, but withdrew her hand as if she had been burned.

The swollen bag on the child's back had grown at some point, and it was the size of a fist, and it was suddenly bulging hard under the clothes.

Mrs. Jiang found a servant to carry Jiang Miao back to the room, took off her clothes, and the child's thin back was covered with round balls of flesh, which made the thin skin inflamed and swollen.

Although it was known that no one could cure this disease, Mrs. Jiang still sent someone to ask for a doctor. After drinking a few patches of medicine, the redness and swelling behind Jiang Miao still did not improve.

Drinking medicine every day, it hurts every day, and the redness and swelling on the back finally subsided after half a month, but Jiang Miao lay on the ground unconsciously and convulsed again, which frightened everyone in the Jiang family.

After he sobered up, he was taken to the ancestral hall by Mrs. Jiang.

"Daughter-in-law, it's not my grandson who you picked up, but a burden that drags down the whole family, let him go back and forth from where he goes."

Mrs. Jiang knelt down and lowered her eyebrows and replied, "Mother, since I adopted Miao'er, I will treat him as my own child, I have not been able to produce it all these years, Miao'er is my biological child."

Jiang Miao knelt beside Mrs. Jiang, and secretly raised her eyes to glance at the condescending old lady: "Grandmother, Miao'er will study hard and glorify the lintel of the Jiang family."

"You little monster, I don't know what strange diseases you have, I don't expect you to glorify my Jiang family, it's best to go back to Jingtan Temple to be a monk, life and death are up to you."

Jiang Miao understood the old lady's words and cried aggrievedly.

Mrs. Jiang put her arms around Jiang Miao: "Mother, Miao'er is no different from other children, he just has more tribulations, I will take care of him."

The child gratefully and dependently threw himself into Mrs. Jiang's arms, hugging his aunt tightly.

The swollen lump on its back is getting bigger and bigger, and it grows inch by inch as Jiang Miao grows. It's only been four years, and it's grown to the size of a disc.

He didn't dare to go out, let alone look at other people's eyes, those malicious looks, and the gossip in people's mouths, which made the fourteen-year-old boy feel that what he was carrying on his back was not a piece of superfluous meat, but the disgust and ridicule of the whole world.

"Look at the child of the Jiang family, pick it up

I've been sick all the time, and now I'm like a monster."

"Yes, how can a person look like this, you look at his back, it doesn't look like a Luo pot, even if it has a tumor, it's not so big."

Jiang Miao lowered his head, as if he wanted to bury his face in the ground.

But Mrs. Jiang raised his face and said loudly, "My child is the best child, whoever talks about others casually will damage his yin virtue and be unlucky every day."

Jiang Miao never lowered his head again.

The image in my mind slowly blurred, and the child who opened the door on the river stood on a white water, sparkling under his feet.

The boy pointed to his back, the swollen disc standing out, and he sneered, "Do you think you're going to live happily ever after? Have a loving mother and a worry-free day?

It's a pity that you are wrong, everything in the world will not go as you wish, because of this, you are an outsider, from beginning to end, those loves are all lied to you, only me, will not leave you."

Jiang Miao looked at the child, just like he saw when he was young, he covered his face and whispered: "I haven't forgotten that when I was fifteen years old, everything was gone......

The pure white river roared, drowning both the tall and the short. When the river fell again, the stunned face of a fifteen-year-old boy was reflected on the water.

"A-Niang, you said you had a little doll in your belly?" Jiang Miao put down the handkerchief in his hand and looked back at Mrs. Jiang despite the water stains on his face.

Mrs. Jiang was overjoyed: "Yes, Miao'er, you are going to have a younger brother or sister, this is a gift from God, and it may be the blessing that saved you from me back then. Rejoice?"

Jiang Miao looked at Mrs. Jiang's gentle appearance of stroking her lower abdomen, and felt that the world was spinning for a while, but she still pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled: "If my mother is happy, Miao'er will be happy."

For some reason, the swollen lump on my back seemed to grow again, and it was very itchy.

October passed, and Jiang Miao's younger brother was born. A boy, the Jiang family has a biological boy.

The whole family was very happy, they set up a feast, and everyone congratulated Mrs. Jiang on having a child, and the Jiang family's incense was continued.

But Jiang Miao looked at the staggered and staggered with only a blank look in his eyes, the Jiang family has a son-in-law, what is he?

He stood silently in the courtyard, watching his mother surround his younger brother day after day, and his father also surrounded his younger brother, and his grandmother, who never smiled at him, smiled every day and hugged his younger brother and did not let go.

Even the people in the family seem to treat him as air, only revolving around their newborn brother.

His eyes gradually became inconspicuously dark, and even his figure became darker and more transparent.

"A-Niang hasn't come to see me for two months, does she only love her brother and not me?" Jiang Miao stood outside Mrs. Jiang's door, watching her holding a rattle and teasing the little baby in the crib.

The baby was smiling happily, and Jiang Miao saw that A-Niang was happy, so she leaned over and made a grimace at her younger brother. The little baby immediately cried when he saw him, and A-Niang hugged him for a long time and didn't get better.

"Miao'er, you better go back, A-Niang is busy enough, I haven't closed my eyes a few times in the past few days, don't come to make trouble."

"But Auntie, Miao'er hasn't ...... for a long time."

Mrs. Jiang said impatiently, "Miao'er, go back, A-Niang really doesn't have the energy to chat with you."

Jiang Miao looked at his brother's face that was exactly the same as Mrs. Jiang's, and left in despair.

The servants in the cloister were discussing: "Madame has given birth to her own children, can Jiang Miao continue to be in the Jiang family?" I'm afraid that when the little young master grows up, I'll throw him away, right?"

"Isn't it, how can you keep the children you picked up if you have your own children, and besides, Jiang Miao is still a monster."

Monster! Throw away! Abandon!

What the hell is he?

Why did God give him hope and warmth and suddenly take everything away? Why is he subject to so much criticism?

I was abandoned since I was a child, and now I want to be abandoned again? Could it be that he is really a drag?

The young Jiang Miao covered his ears and ran out of the Jiang Mansion desperately, panting

Then he sighed: "If I didn't have everything now, would I still be my mother's favorite child? I want all the love of my mother! I don't want my brother, I don't want that extra baby to take away what belongs to me!"

Resentment, jealousy, resentment, dark malice slowly grew in him, and the things on his back began to itch again, itching and aching, itching as if something was going to bulge out of his back.

He reached into his clothes with his back to scratch it, but felt a bloody hand.

Something came out of his back, like a fledgling breaking its shell, breaking its flesh and clinging down his shoulder and neck, and came to his ear and spoke in an unfamiliar language, looking for a tone word by word.

"Kill, drop, him."

"Kill, head."

"Kill!"