The hustle and bustle in his ears turned into a big mess, just like his state of mind, rising to his ears.

Just walking down the street step by step, Xun Ming's mind was blank, he didn't think about anything, he didn't dare to think about anything.

For the first time after stepping on the path of cultivating immortals, he felt such a biting chill that passed through his every pore and slowly penetrated into his body.

Cold, so cold......

What he couldn't see was that his breathing was as heavy as a bull, his face was pale without a trace of blood, his black eyes were huge, and large beads of sweat were densely covered all over his face, falling down one by one with his steps.

I don't know how long later, when he suddenly looked up, he was shocked to find that he had unconsciously walked outside the town.

Beside him, there was a small arched bridge with a crystal clear stream underneath it.

The creek is only half a foot wide and only half a foot deep, and the depth is only below the waist of an adult, so it can be regarded as a veritable "small" stream.

Therefore, the arch bridge above the creek is really a "small" arch bridge.

When I was a child, Xun Ming, who was only a big fart, carefully compared it again and again with his little buttocks, and the small arch bridge that was not too big to go anywhere could only sit three of him side by side.

If you take one more seat, you'll be sure to slide down the edge of the bridge.

However, instead of sliding into the river, it slid sideways to the end of the bridge.

Who made this little arch bridge an "arch" bridge!

But it wasn't until he gave his master, who was "tall and thin, and couldn't take a few punches at first glance", but in fact he rolled up his sleeves and killed the big demon with his fists, and he didn't find two other peers who could sit with him on the arched bridge.

At the end of that year, the celebration that made the town was a funeral that was washed away, not only did Xun Ming become a child without a mother as soon as he was born.

also made his originally elegant and easy-going father's temperament change greatly, as if he had completely changed a person.

But in the eyes of others, Xun Qinghong, who is a "different person", only has that gloom in the eyes of his only son Xun Ming.

and the complex emotions that are clearly visible in the eyes of the child.

In that complexity, there is a deep "disgust" that pierces Xun's life.

Xun Ming has been precocious since he was a child, and he likes to look into the eyes of those adults.

When he couldn't speak or walk, he was already able to see the emotions in his hearts directly through the eyes of the adults around him.

Love, fear, worry, curiosity......

But what he will never forget is the disgust that has accumulated in the eyes of the man who is his father.

It's just that he, who has just come to this world for a few years, can't understand.

It's like he couldn't understand why he didn't have a mother, why he drank the milk and water of women who made him feel instinctively strange and guarded.

He couldn't understand it.

So he cried.

And wait until he's a little older.

He knew why he didn't have a mother, and he also heard that the drunkard who soaked in the wine jar all day was a personable and brilliant official.

But so what?

He knew that the man hated him from the bottom of his heart, as if it was because of him, and his mother would die early.

is that he hasn't even hugged his own son, and after hurriedly leaving a name of "Xun Ming", he closed his eyes forever.

But that seems to be the case.

If there was no him, then his mother would not have died, and his father, that man would still be the second in the "Xun Family Shuangbi".

He didn't know that his disheartened father had retreated bravely at the peak of officialdom, and he ruined the possibility of the Xun family's "one door and two Shangshu".

He just knew that the night he was born, there was blood in the house.

As if he had lost his soul, he staggered to the small arch bridge that was a little "smaller" than before, and Xun Ming sat softly on the edge of the stone slab, and dropped his feet off the bridge as if he had disappeared, swaying back and forth all at once.

Only by this time, his ankle could already be submerged in water.

At that time, this small arch bridge was on the side of the town, just 108,000 miles away from the gate at the head and end of the town, so it was as if the people of the town had forgotten it, and no one passed by for a whole day.

Except that Xun Ming, who was still a little kid at that time.

Xun Ming, who knew that he was annoying and no one cared about, got up early in the morning every day to eat something casually, and then held some pastries, pasta and water, and then a book under his armpit, which was to come to the small arched bridge.

When you are tired of reading the book, you can look at the unchanged scenery on the edge of the small arch bridge, and talk to yourself and the small arch bridge while looking at the scenery, and when you are tired of looking at the scenery, you will look up on the small arch bridge to watch the sky, and when you are hungry, you will eat a few bites of food, drink a few sips of water, and then feel a little bored and continue to read the book.

From morning to night, that's how the day passes.

When the sun completely smashed into the mountain behind the town, and it was estimated that he couldn't see the way back, Xiao Xun would pack up his belongings, and then wash his hands, feet and face in the stream, and go back to dinner.

The annoying little kid, and the little arch bridge that no one cares about, can be regarded as sympathy and sympathy.

can be regarded as having a mother, no mother's pain, right?

The breathing is getting weaker and weaker, and the kicking of the water on the feet is getting weaker and weaker.

The sound of water gradually becomes inaudible.

It seems that Xun Ming, who was extremely tired, fell on his back on the small arch bridge, but from above the shoulder, he hung on the other edge of the arch bridge, which seemed far less comfortable than when he was a child.

Drowsiness swept in.

With some difficulty, he opened his eyes through a slit and looked at the distant deep blue sky in the sky, and the various clouds that fluttered quietly.

The sun sets from east to west, and finally disappears into the mountains behind the town.

Xun Ming just kept his eyes open, and looked up for a long time without blinking, like a dead grass.

When the last rays of the setting sun passed by him, they finally disappeared from his eyes completely.

He sat up slowly, without a trace of emotion on his face, hugged his knees and whispered:

"Little arch bridge, I'm going home."

Then the figure disappeared in place.

……

Outside a mansion that occupies a very large area in the town, a young man dressed in white stood quietly in front of the beast's head gate for a long time, and finally replied to the old butler who opened the door and happened to meet a familiar young man in white, "It's okay, don't bother", and then the figure disappeared in a flash.

He sat quietly all night on the tiles of the noisy side eaves, and when he heard the cries of babies mixed with the cries of adults, his face turned suddenly pale, as if all his strength had been lost at once.

After a while, he got up in a daze, disappeared on the top of the eaves, and stumbled into a deep alley of guillotines.

Holding his hands on the wall, the young man who had not shed a single tear since he could remember, bowed his head and burst into tears.

I'm sorry, it's all my fault......