When Andre returned to the village, people said that he had become the first believer in God.

He didn't tell his family anything, except for the small amount of money he had bought for wine and drink, wooden statues and crosses, and the house was always lit with low-grade yellow candles, and sometimes even more expensive white candles.

Under his heartfelt prayers, and comforted by the peace and quiet of the month, he was finally convinced that he had only had a nightmare.

As for where the hounds and their prey have gone, what is there to investigate......

Until one day, his youngest son, Mikhail, came to tell him in a panic that there was one more person in the family.

The twelve-year-old boy dragged an even thinner child from behind him, with silver and white hair shining with dazzling brilliance, and a pair of obedient black eyes blinking blankly.

Andrei was indeed dizzy and fainted directly.

My God!

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To the surprise of the little boy Mikhail, after his father fainted, his mother did not react much to the "stranger" hiding at home, but only regarded him as a child who could not survive in the forest without a father and mother, and generously instructed him to work, and then randomly got him some food to eat.

In the eyes of the farmer's wife, what can she do by hiding in someone else's house, just begging for food.

Mikhail watched in shock as the child took the food, first sniffed closely, and then plunged into it, not knowing what kind of magic he was doing.

"...... with your mouth" Mikhail took the piece of frozen hard porridge, broke the child's mouth, and stuffed it roughly, the child blinked his eyes, and the white silk behind his back had to be separated.

Really! Is he here to take care of this idiot? Mikhail was very impatient, he was a twelve-year-old child, and he didn't care whether the child ate or not, and his hands were so strong that his nails cut through the child's tender face, and thin beads of blood oozed from the wound.

Is this bleeding? Mikhail wiped his wound with his dirty hand and paid no attention to the child.

He didn't notice that the few drops of blood were alive on his fingers, scattered in the air when he wasn't looking.

Mikhail felt a hot pain in his hand, and when did he raise his hand to see when he was also scratched?

Forget it, he sucked his fingers, and he didn't do much rough work on weekdays, maybe he was injured just now.

After the strange child officially became the child and coolie of a distant relative of the farmer's family, there was one more novelty in the village. Mikhail was so excited that he could barely sleep, and early in the morning he urged the child, whom they all called Alexei, to get up and work, and to burn a samovar himself.

“…… A rich man came from the city, saying that he had come to pick a child to be her younger brother, charity, this kind of good life ...... to eat and drink," Mikhail said to himself, he had never seen a rich man, but he knew that the village chief's family was good, enough to make him yearn for it.

He looked at Alexei, who could only say "yes" and "yes" at the moment, and continued his words, "This kind of good thing is obviously not yours. ”

The white-haired boy with a short ponytail worked on a deaf ear.

Seeing that he was bored, or did not understand at all, Mikhail cooked the samovar and went out to inquire about the news.

Alexei was unexpectedly quicker than many children of his age, and after doing everything, he sat quietly in a hidden corner at the back of the house, waiting for the next dispatch.

Mikhail, on the other side, boldly walked outside the village chief's house, looking at the road leading to the outside, hoping that there would be bright people coming.

He had entered the city, he knew the prosperity and suitability of the city, and he knew that the high-ranking people called their elegance and demeanor, and could this noble guest on the snowfield become an opportunity?

"Hey, kid." Suddenly, Mikhail's ears were hot, and someone came up unnoticed and whispered in his ear.

Mikhail turned his head sharply and saw a black-haired girl, wrapped in a warm and neat robe, with long braids hanging down her chest, looking eighteen or nineteen years old, with a clean and unbridled smile.

His boy's instinct told him that this girl should be the nobleman from the city, right?

"You're ......" Mikhail tried his best to control his expression, recalling the reserved and calm of the people in the city, posing as if he knew everything.

"Yes, you're smart. You're so smart that you know I'm here for a secret, right? The secret of the two of us. The girl smiled.

Secret? This...... It's not quite the same as the rumors. Mikhail still nodded, all he had to do was to impress the nobleman and prove that he was qualified to be the "chosen son of good fate" and live a better life.

"What are you here for, charity?" Mikhail asked cautiously, implying that since he was going to adopt a child, it would be better to look at him wisely.

"It's not." This answer, however, shattered Mikhail's calm.

The girl looked thoughtful, "I'm looking for my own brother, he's been lost for a while, I'm walking around, maybe I'll find him, and if I find him, I'll be able to leave." ”

The girl paused, then smiled helplessly, "I can't find it, I can't help it, I'm happy to sponsor talented children, like you." ”

This sentence brought Mikhail back to his senses, he said that it was his duty to help the girl find her relatives, and casually asked about the girl's brother.

"Oh, speaking of which, my brother is very recognizable, albinism, with gray hair, and a look of ignorance."

Gray hair, stupid, isn't it—

Mikhail was stunned, there are really such good people in this world.

He shouldn't have asked that.

He said goodbye to the girl in a hurry, and returned home like a refugee, the girl's meaning was very clear, if she found her brother, she didn't need to fund others for charity, charity has many forms, she can improve everyone's life a little, so that the good luck that belongs to someone will be chopped up and scattered to everyone, and when he can get it, it is estimated that it will only be the size of a piece of bread.

Mikhail grabbed Alexei and walked into the house, looking at his sluggish appearance, on a whim, picked up a pair of scissors -

- Half a month later

The nobleman who came to the village and finally decided on the candidate for good luck was none other than Mikhail, the youngest son of Andrei's family.

Mikhail has had a lot of eyes since he was a child, and the people in the village have no objections, just sighs.

The nobleman, named Miss August, looked at the twelve-year-old Mikhail with unwavering eyes, and then turned to the village that was gradually moving away.

A little familiar, but quickly dissipated the aura, which made her a little suspicious of the child who followed her in the end.

Her brother, is it really not there?

What's the matter with this kid?

In the village on the other side, Andrei also made the final decision, his son is developed, and his father will be indispensable in the future, he decided to go to the city as a worker, with several sons and daughters, he no longer remembered the scene of a winter day, the monsters in the forest devouring his prey.

Alexei, whose head had been cut bare by Mikhail, had to carry a hat all the time, looked at the bag of coarse grain and a few coins that the adults had handed him over, and Mikhail's old clothes that were still on his body, and looked around the peasant houses and the villages that were dark at night.

He still had nowhere to go.

Then follow them and go to the city.