The mother in Park Wen's memory is a gentle and weak woman who is rarely seen on the prairie, although she has a weak appearance, her personality is much stronger than other women.

Park Wen's father died on the battlefield before Park Wen was born, and for a long time after that, there will be people in the family who propose marriage, here, remarriage is not a shameful thing, not to mention that she is still the wife of a warrior, but she still refused.

This stubborn woman in her bones resisted everything alone, she raised her son alone, although the army paid a pension every year, she still insisted on self-reliance, and made a living by selling some beautiful embroidery she sewed, until she became more and more ill, and had to use the pension.

Later, she was gone, and the young Park stayed in front of the spiritual throne for three days, without eating or drinking, and on the fourth day, he fainted from hunger. When he woke up, he found that he had been taken to Kyoto, and a richly dressed man rushed to hear the news and asked him if he would like to avenge his father.

Avenge? It's such an unfamiliar word, he doesn't even know what his biological father looks like, how can he talk about revenge? All he cared about was his mother, who depended on him for his life.

But he nodded anyway, because now he was helpless, and he didn't know what he really wanted.

The man in Chinese clothes was obviously very satisfied with the child's performance, beckoned, called a man of about forty beside him forward, and said to Pu Wen:

"From now on, you will be his apprentice, you learn martial arts from him, and one day you will definitely be able to avenge your father."

Park Wen still nodded blankly.

Time flies, fifteen years later, the original child has already grown up, in the past ten years, while he practiced, he began to think about who he was and what he lived for, but until the day he left the school, he didn't come up with a reason.

On the day he left the school, his master Mandu asked him, "What are your plans?" ”

"Intentions, revenge......" Even he didn't know what he really needed, and revenge was just an idea imposed on him by others.

In the next three years, he relied on his martial arts to make outstanding achievements in the army, and his military position was also promoted again and again.

At this time, Pu Wen, who was in the center of the sword qi, had countless cuts on his body, and he had already become a bloody person, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, but he grinned, and there was a little more brilliance in his eyes.

A year ago, after a major war with a neighboring country, he was directly promoted to the rank of general of the conquest, and he was only separated by a line from the supreme Taishi.

There has never been such a young general in the history of Northern Turkistan, and at the celebration banquet held in Wan'an Palace in Kyoto, everyone was staggered, but he silently retreated and found a remote place to eat moon cakes alone.

Since his mother's death, he has made two mooncakes every year on August 15, one for worship in front of his mother's shrine, and the other for himself to eat, and this night happens to be August 15.

At this moment, a little girl also sneaked out of the banquet hall, the little girl was not afraid of people, so she came straight to Pu Wen's side and stared at the moon cake in his hand.

"What are you eating?"

"Mooncakes."

"Is it delicious?"

The little girl's eyes never left the moon cake from beginning to end, looking at the little girl whose intention was obvious, Park Wen showed a helpless smile, broke off half of the moon cake in his hand and handed it to the little girl, the little girl was not polite, and directly took it and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Hey, what's your name?"

The little girl's mouth was stuffed with moon cakes, and she asked vaguely, as soon as she opened her mouth, the moon cake residues squirted out, and the girl looked at the moon cake residues on the ground with some regret, hesitating to pick them up.

Looking at the little girl's expression, Park Wen wanted to laugh, and her boring mood suddenly improved, and she teased: "Didn't your aunt teach you to eat and sleep silently?" ”

The little girl was still staring at the ground with a melancholy face, and replied casually: "My mother died when I was five years old, and I probably don't remember teaching it." ”

Park Wen was silent, he regretted what he had just said. At this time, the girl also seemed to have made up her mind, ready to bend down to pick up a slightly larger piece of moon cake residue on the ground, Park Wen saw this and hurriedly stopped, he didn't expect the other party to love moon cakes so much, so he said: "Don't pick it up, I'll give you a few more tomorrow!" ”

The little girl's twisted face stretched out at this time, and she was overjoyed: "Really? ”

"Seriously!"

"Then don't wait for tomorrow, tonight!"

"Huh?"

Park Wen was taken to the kitchen of Wan'an Palace by the little girl in a daze, and the older and the younger began to make mooncakes with noodles.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"My name is Dayanqige."

Last name Dayan? Pu Wen suddenly understood the identity of the other party, and he must be a member of the Northern Turkist royal family.

The two quickly made ten mooncakes, and while waiting for them to be baked, the little girl's eyes kept staring at the stove for a moment, looking at the girl in front of her who had lost her mother at the age of five like him, Park Wen's eyes couldn't help but soften.

"Let's call you mooncakes in the future."

"No way!"

……

"Mooncake, do you have any ideals?"

"It's all said, don't call me moon cakes." The little girl said this, her eyes were still staring at the stove, for fear of missing the moon cakes out of the pot.

The aroma had already begun to rise from the pot, and the girl swallowed her saliva from time to time. It is said that the mouth of eating people is short, but the little girl still held the venue and asked: "What is the ideal, is it delicious?" ”

"An ideal is something you really want to do."

Since the death of his mother fifteen years ago, Park Wen has lost his purpose, and now he has reached a position that many people dream of but cannot ask for, but instead of feeling happy and satisfied, he feels more and more empty. Today he met this girl who had a similar experience to himself, so he wanted to see if he could find some inspiration from the other party.

"I really want to eat something delicious, a lot of good food." The girl's answer was still so unpretentious.

Park asked his forehead and sighed, it seems that he is superfluous to ask this mouth, what can a child want, nothing more than to eat or play.

"And what are your ideals?"

At this time, the little girl was finally reluctant to take her eyes off the stove and look at Pu Wen beside her. Although she deliberately imitated Park Wen's tone and looked a little old-fashioned, her big eyes still revealed the innocence of this age.

Park Wen shook his head, "I don't know, the Great Khan said I should take revenge, but I don't want to take revenge." ”

The little girl turned her head suspiciously, fiddled with the firewood under the stove, and muttered, "You are so strange, you don't know what you want to do, but you want to do what you don't want to do." ”

Park Wen also smiled bitterly when he heard this.

Is it really weird to yourself?

I have never hated anything because of the injustice of fate. His father died before he was born, and his mother died at the age of five, perhaps, he should hate, hate the injustice of the sky, hate this nonsense of the world, but he did not complain, but went to help his mother to kill his father, from the eyes of others, maybe he is really strange.