Back home, it was already light. The sky was white, a little golden light quietly bloomed, dyed with white clouds, and the darkness slowly receded and dispersed, like snow melting, and the sky became clear.

The moon is gone, and Starlight has long been hiding. The whole sky, only the flowers that enjoyed the warmth of the sun were rendered into golden clouds. The sun showed a little, and the heavens and the earth brightened.

An hour had passed, and when I returned home with Weixue, I saw my mother who was anxious to ask people everywhere to find her. The image of a woman in her forties, with black cloud hair coiled up at will, a little messy. The coarse cloth clothes are simple to the extreme, but they are very clean, not as dirty and messy as ordinary poor people. The years tried to deprive her of her youth, and the suffering left a few traces of vicissitudes on her face.

Faintly, Weixue is seven or eight points similar to her, but it is less green and more mature. Beneath the weak exterior, there is a strong heart. The whole person exudes an indescribable temperament, with its own charm and attitude.

This is Mu Hanyan, the mother who did not hesitate to snow.

Suddenly seeing his son and daughter come back, Mu Hanyan's gloomy eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and he walked quickly towards the snow that did not regret it.

When he walked to the front, Mu Hanyan looked up and looked at his son, who was the same height as him, full of distress. Who would have thought that the former monarch would become a waste in one day?

From the clouds to the bottom, how many people can withstand this huge drop?

Adults who have been through the world can't bear it, let alone just a six-year-old child?

While the other children were still playing freely and happily, he began to endure the disappointed eyes and gloating words of others. The jealousy of the past turned into pleasure, wantonly venting in his weak heart.

Even if he didn't hesitate to show extraordinary intelligence since he was a child, he was still a child. In the face of such a change, he panicked and was helpless, and once cast his helpless eyes on his ancestors who loved him in the past, but in exchange for a sigh of helplessness and disappointment;

It is a pity that people have not grown up, and they have encountered such a hot and cold world.

His childlike heart passed away in this pain, confused, and hesitant.

He was already silent and even less like words, except for his mother, who loved him silently as always, and his innocent young sister, it was difficult for the rest of the people to re-enter his heart.

He and them are like a world apart.

He is like a lonely wolf cub on the prairie, losing his former glory. He was bullied by those who were jealous of him, hated him, and those who were quick to get rid of him, but he was powerless to struggle. can only be under the moon, alone, silently licking the wounds, over and over again, over and over again......

The wound healed under his licking, and the healable heart, which was also the scabbed heart, was once scarred. The traces of that circle and circle are pains that are difficult to erase in eternity.

Mu Hanyan looked at his son's thin and emaciated body in front of him, his pale face, his distress became thicker, and he gently grabbed his unsparing hand, which was cold, but very slender. Mu Hanyan held his hand with both hands, wanting to give him a little warmth. Not only physically, but also mentally.

"Xiao Xi, my mother has warmed a bowl of soup for you, and it has been warm on the stove, so go drink it to warm up. Mu Hanyan's eyes were full of pity and pity, but he didn't ask where to go, just silently cared.

She was originally a young lady from a big family, and although she was so down, she was also a smart woman. She knew her son's pain and his burden. As a mother, she has no heavenly cultivation, she cannot ensure that her son has no worries in his life, she is so weak that she has no power to restrain chickens, she does not have high power, she cannot make a name for herself with her son, and she is so poor that she is not even a low-class servant. She was just a mother, a mother who could only give her son a home.

All that can be done is to give him a warm home, let him relax, and let him forget.

And what I don't hesitate to want is just a home, a warm home with a mother and a sister.

"Hmm. He didn't hesitate to respond softly.

Mu Hanyan whispered a few more times, and then he didn't hesitate to enter the room.

The uncherished home is very remote. Although it is in the bustling royal city, there is no population at all, and it is as quiet as a jungle.

I didn't hesitate to step into the room, but the morning sun had not yet reached the door, and it looked a little gloomy. Next to the threshold, there are sparse unknown weeds, adding a bit of greenery. The door is not lit oil lamp, but it is not a pity but do not care, the family is poor, sometimes can not open the pot, oil lamps these things, naturally can be saved.

The house is a little damp, very small, but very clean, things are neatly placed, there is no clutter, obviously Mu Hanyan is cleaned very carefully on weekdays.

I didn't hesitate to change into dry clothes in the house, and it was very warm with the smell of sunshine in the simplicity. He walked to the bucket, took a ladle of water with a ladle, washed his face, and went out to see his mother.

"Go and drink this soup, be careful of scalding your mouth. I saw Mu Hanyan bring a bowl, and there was a bowl of hot soup in the bowl, and there was a trace of white steam.

I didn't hesitate to hold it, I was stunned, and without saying anything, I began to drink the soup in a big gulp. I didn't return overnight, and I was naturally a little hungry and thirsty in my stomach, and a bowl of hot soup was in my stomach.

"Slow down, slow down, don't burn. Mu Hanyan has a loving face, isn't her hard work day and night just for her children?

Everything, warm......

Felt like home.

He didn't hesitate to lie on his wooden bed, thinking silently.

In front of his family, he doesn't have to worry about anything, he doesn't have to think about anything, as long as he quietly enjoys his mother's meticulous care and enjoys the rare tranquility and warmth. This is family, this is home.

"Family Dabi. ”

Unfortunately, his expression began to dim again, and Dabi was like an abyss for him, wanting to cut off his warmth with his family and destroy everything he cherished.

He lost everything, leaving only his mother and sister.

But, even if he has nothing, he still has a mother, a sister, and a home! No matter how dilapidated that family is, it is also a home that he does not regret, and the place he wants to protect even if he sacrifices his life, that is the greatest happiness in his life.

"There is no one who can separate us, no one. ”

He didn't hesitate to close his eyes, he didn't want to give up like this, he knew that he was invincible, and he had to fight. His dignity does not allow him to give up like this, he is a young wolf in the grassland, you can bully, you can insult, but he has his own dignity and pride, you can kill him, destroy him, but you can't make him submit.

For the sake of his mother, he has to do his best in this life, and for the sake of his family, he has to fight hard, even if he is broken.

It is unwise to send death even though you know that you are going to die. But if you have no family, you are lonely, what is the pity of dying?!

Endure humiliation and ignore his family, he can't do it!

I clenched my fists unconsciously, and my nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, but I didn't know it......