Speechless asked Qingtian.

But seeing the edge of the mirror, the water and the moon, who can be scattered to the remnant sun?

Floating dreams, cold moon condensed and frosty.

Only when I was drunk and looked at the lamp, a song of neon clothes danced and broke my bowels. The breeze is light.

Night, it's over.

The cold moon is half gone, and the starlight is dim. The dark and dreary sky was overshadowed. The cool breeze of dawn blows lightly, blowing the silent shadow by the pool, a little cold, a little cold.

The pond is frosty and the weeds are barren and overgrown. Yellow stalks and white ears, piles and clusters, swaying in the wind, Ling Han blooming.

Silent night, bleak and cold.

People are lonely.

Dressed in plain clothes, leaning on his head. A teenager lies alone on the grass by the pool, letting the cool breeze blow on his face, blowing the fragrance of mud and grass, and also blowing the memories that are fluttering. The cold moon is silent, shining on the frost, and people are silent, quietly approaching the pool.

Watch the water waves pass away with the wind, and watch the pampas dance in the wind. It was a good time, but it should be, a good day and a good time are imaginary, and no one says it. It's bitter, it's cold.

Tonight, there are people who have no sleep.

This is the place where he can solve his worries.

Ever since I stumbled upon this place a few years ago, I've been deeply attached to it.

No one to accompany and no one to disturb. Pure and worry-free, the scenery here is unique.

Even if it is so poignant, there is a freshness of nature. Maybe it's only in such a place that you can really not think about anything, and really forget.

Forgetfulness, no ridicule, no cold eyes, no disgust, no disputes.

Let go of your soul and blend into the world.

"There is still half a year, and the family is ......," the young man muttered to himself, closing his tired eyes melancholy.

The family competition is a competition to select talents. The family stipulates that anyone who has reached the age of 16 or above must participate in the quadrennial family competition, so as to check the abilities and means of the children in the clan.

If the requirements are not met, they will be stripped of their family identity and sent to other places, and they will basically have no future in their lives. If the performance is qualified, continue to be your own eldest young master, not to mention the glory of your life, at least worry-free food and clothing. Among them, those who perform well are regarded as geniuses, and are strongly supported by the family, and have the opportunity to listen to the teachings of the elders of the clan and browse the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for three days.

This is a great creation, the elders of the clan, all of them are top-notch, and a teaching can make people take fewer detours, sometimes even better than three years of penance! Not to mention the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which contains all the top exercises of the family, and casually throwing out one or two volumes can cause a bloody storm in the outside world. What's more, the exercises of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are not open on weekdays, unless they make a great contribution to the family, otherwise, the elders can read it at will, but they can't reveal a single thing.

Therefore, the excellent children have a great future and unlimited scenery!

So, every time before the big competition, the children of the clan were full of energy, sharpened their heads and wanted to drill into it. After all, cultivation is inseparable from exercise and guidance.

However, he was not included in this group.

If he still had the talent he had ten years ago, maybe he would try to fight for it. No, there is no need to argue, it is more likely that the family is begging to coax him to open the Scripture Pavilion, and even a generation of ancestors will go out to personally tutor.

It's a pity that he's gone, without that terrifying talent, and without infinite potential.

Now he is a waste, a neglected waste on the fringes of the family.

How sad?!

He is unwilling, but what is the use of being unwilling? He is no longer the same person he used to be, he has lost his qualifications.

Only the weak will forever beg for mercy, beg for sympathy.

As the poem says:

The lion and tiger's prey has gained prestige, but who has pity for the poor elk? The world has never been strong and weak, and morality has never been true.

He disdained to live like a dog, waging his tail and begging for mercy, bending his bow and groveling his knees. All he had left was his fragile dignity, fragile but stubborn and unwilling to give in.

Even if, the consequence is to anger those who claim to be geniuses, and to intensify and humiliate him in every way, so that he lives worse than a dog......

Those guys, who used to look up to him......

How ironic?!

The family is big, and he didn't want to participate. But the consequences he couldn't afford: leaving his mother.

Whether he failed or abstained, the final result was that he was sent to a foreign country by his family and separated from his mother forever......

This is exile, the disgrace of the exiled family.

Even though, he used to be the supreme glory of the family......

The interests of the family are conflicting, even if he can't have the slightest threat, there are always people who can't wait to get rid of him......

In spite of oneself.

What a desolation!

"Don't pity my brother, why are you still here? My mother has been looking for a long time!"

In the darkness not far away, a sudden shout broke the rare silence.

I saw a girl dressed in pale yellow clothes coming from the black world, thirteen or fourteen years old, her simple dress was washed white, obviously the daughter of a poor family. But simple clothes can't detract from half of her appearance: without powder, you can vaguely see the green face, like a shy bud waiting to be released, and the soft green silk is draped behind her at will, and under the soft moonlight, it is not stained with dust.

There are beautiful women in the north, who are left behind and independent.

It's like a beauty billet.

"Weixue?" The young man was stunned, and his heart was not good: just because he was sad and angry in his heart, he came to the pond to look at the moon, so as to forget his worries. I didn't know that I forgot to tell my family before leaving, which made them worry in vain.

"Don't pity my brother, go back quickly, my mother said that when I saw you, I would pull you back immediately, she prepared hot soup, stewed two eggs, and just borrowed ...... from the fourth aunt"

I didn't hesitate to feel a warm current in my heart, and the figure of my mother's hard work appeared in front of me, although she worked hard, she never complained about anything. Even if you work until your face is haggard, you must squeeze out a kind and happy smile. It is a smile from the heart, and as long as the children can grow up healthily, it is a great relief.

That is a mother's love, a humble but great and selfless love.

I didn't hesitate to think about it, the warmth was even worse, and even the cold air of the night was dispelled a lot.

Since that incident, I've become depressed. The family gradually fell into the cold, and the clansmen looked at each other strangely and ridiculed all the time...... The unimaginable huge gap almost made me collapse.

In the past, he was the pride of the sky, but now the family is a waster.

The rich life is gone, and sometimes even food and clothing are unsustainable, which makes the already frail mother even more unbearable, and the burden of her family is all on her weak body, and she has to beg in a low voice, and she is ignored by others......

I didn't regret that I felt uncomfortable like never before.

"Don't pity my brother, don't pity my brother!"

The girl let out a few coquettish shouts, pulling her back from her thoughts.

"What are you thinking?!Ignore me for so long. Wei Xue said in a coquettish voice, her voice was as crisp as a yellow warbler in the empty valley, tactful as a song.

"Well, nothing, just some annoyance. He didn't hesitate to squeeze out a smile, and his pale face flashed a few traces of blood.

"I'm laughing ugly! I'm still waiting for you at home!" Wei Xue's small nose wrinkled, snorted lightly, pretended to be disgusted, and strode away, saying, "If you don't come again, I'll go first!"

I didn't hesitate to laugh dumbly, and the troubles that were difficult to send were forgotten for a while, and I shook my head helplessly, and said: "Okay, okay, just come, make sure to listen to our Miss Weixue!"

The young man did not hesitate to turn over and get up, patted the grass roots stained behind him, tidied up his clothes a little, and walked quickly towards Weixue.

The two figures slowly disappeared into the darkness, and the place returned to silence, leaving behind a dim starlight and a cold moon and frost......

How can you be happy? Floating like a dream, for joy?

Only pay a sigh and send all the flowing water, accompanied by the bright moon and the breeze and swimming