When the masculine man talked about leaving the noble lady, Amy and the others, who were listening on the side, frowned, and looked at the masculine man's eyes full of disdain and dissatisfaction. When the masculine man talked about learning that his wife had passed away, but the only flesh and blood did not want to recognize him, Amy and the others looked at the masculine man with a trace of sympathy in their eyes. When the masculine man talked about going to his deceased wife's grave to ask for forgiveness every time, and his son finally confessed to him as a father before he died, the masculine man was already full of tears, and Amy and the others also secretly wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes with red eyes.

Listening to the vulgar and sad experience of the masculine man, Kevin snorted hard, wiped away the tears of emotion, picked up the wine glass and hit the masculine man fiercely and said loudly: "The past is gone, come, let's drink, don't get drunk and don't return." The masculine man smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass and drank three glasses in a row with everyone, and finally fell to the ground, but because he told the depression buried in his heart for many years, his spirit was finally relaxed, so he was asleep with a relieved and genuine smile on his face.

When the masculine man told about his experience, the feminine man also listened quietly, and was also moved, looking at the sleeping masculine man, the feminine man shook his head and sighed and whispered: "They are all hard-working people, I hope that from today onwards, you can truly untie the knot." ”

Perhaps infected by the atmosphere, he didn't use the urging of others, and the feminine man whispered about his past.

The feminine man Rex Borges didn't really live well in the original world, and he didn't have the glory he boasted before. When he was young, as a member of the Dark Elf Clan, he also sneaked out of the underground like other teenagers in the clan and came to the world of humans and other races on the ground, at that time he also had the same curiosity and extravagant vices as other Dark Elves, but after leaving the clan, he gradually found that the food, clothing, etc. he liked were not readily available. Instead, he needed such a thing as gold coins to buy, and he didn't have this kind of metal for trading.

At that time, the young feminine man wanted to live what he liked, so he thought of helping to work as if he were in the clan and earning centimeters in exchange for that, but what puzzled him was that whenever he took off his cloak and appeared in front of the world with a bright smile, whether it was a human, a dwarf, or a minotaur. Or a natural elf of the same origin as their dark elves, as soon as they find out that he is a dark elf, their originally kind smile will turn to frost, and then drive him away in the most vicious language.

At that time, the feminine man was very puzzled, and he couldn't understand why those restaurant owners and jewelry store owners who usually seemed to greet people with a smile would treat them like this.

Gradually, the feminine man slowly learned in his depression and incomprehension that the world was not aimed at him, but against the entire dark elf clan. The feminine man at that time was very angry when he figured this out, and resented the injustice of the world to the dark elves. Hate the prejudices of the world.

After that, the feminine man became silent, and the gold coins he had exchanged for the gems he brought from the clan were also depleted, and he was ruthlessly driven out of the inn by the originally enthusiastic innkeeper. Lives on the streets.

A few days later, on a snowy night, the feminine man wore thin clothes, walked on the deserted street, and finally found an eaves that could shelter from the wind and snow. But they were snatched away by beggars on the streets.

The feminine man was so tired that he couldn't walk, so he found a random place to sit down and shivered in the snow. He was sick, and very sick, and if he was not treated in time, his life would have come to an end.

The feminine man stared blankly at the snowflakes falling from the sky, tears of pain and unwillingness flowed from the corners of his eyes, he missed the people underground, and regretted why he didn't listen to his mother's persuasion and sneaked to the ground.

The feminine man loves life, loves life, and has learned a lot in human society, however, he or his identity is excluded by the whole society, and no one is willing to accept him, which makes him disheartened, and he wants to go home, return to his relatives and clansmen, however, he has no strength to walk back to the distant underground, and can only wait for death in the wind and snow.

Gradually, the feminine man felt that his body became stiff and no longer trembled, because he no longer felt the cold, the feminine man's consciousness became blurred, and in a trance, he seemed to have returned to a warm home, his mother was sitting on the edge of the bed, lowering her head and carefully sewing a cotton jacket for him, and the feminine man stretched out his hand with the last trace of strength, stretched out to his mother, and shouted weakly: "Mom, Mom." ”

The feminine man's mother seemed to feel something, and the iron needle in her hand shook slightly, accidentally piercing her fingertips, but his mother didn't care about the pain and blood beads coming from her fingertips, but raised her head and looked around hopefully. After a while, the feminine man's mother didn't see the figure that made him think about it, her expression became gloomy and helpless again, she pulled her long hair with silver sideburns to her ears, sighed slightly and continued to sew the clothes in her hands, sewing his thoughts about his son.

The feminine man, who had almost been covered by heavy snow, seemed to see his mother's kind and somewhat old face, and could no longer hold back the grievances and thoughts in his heart, and tears fell in large pieces, melting the snowflakes on his face and melting his heart.

Just when the feminine man felt the breath of death, a slightly chubby woman appeared in front of him in his vague consciousness, and the feminine man smiled bitterly and did not open his mouth for help, because he had seen through this indifferent world.

When the feminine man opened his eyes again, it was already the third day, lying in the warm bed, the feminine man was pleasantly surprised to find that he was not dead, but his weak body did not have any strength, and it was difficult to support him to sit up and look at the warm room.

At this time, the room was pushed open, a slightly chubby woman with a bowl of steaming medicinal soup, with a cold wind into the room, the woman put down the bowl and hurriedly turned around and closed the door, and roasted in the stove for a while, dispelling the cold on her body, and then picked up the bowl and walked carefully to the bed.

The feminine man hurriedly closed his eyes, because he didn't know how to face this human, let alone what to say. The woman sat on the edge of the bed, first gently touched the feminine man's forehead, then sighed slightly and whispered, "Alas! After speaking, he helped the feminine man up, let him lean on his arms, and then carefully poured the potion in the bowl into the feminine man's mouth, and carefully wiped off the liquid flowing from the corner of the feminine man's mouth, the movements were gentle and soothing, and he was extremely careful, as if he was taking care of her child, his face was full of kindness and pity. (To be continued......)