The first morning light tore through the black curtain, just to let the eyes see the world clearly, and the Qianju City, which is surrounded by mountains on three sides, finally ushered in the first dawn of today, and the sky was bright again.

The towering ancient city wall, rising next to the mountain, is isolated from the world, and the early is covered with moss, like an ancient picture scroll walking through the annals of history. The city gate, the only open mouth, is like chaos, there is no return, there is no entry and no exit.

The Xia family, the only big family in the city, the owner of Qianju City, all the residents of the city serve for it, produce grain and weave cloth, hunt animals and fish, and keep two of the income, and all eight of them must be handed over. The Xia family has been guarding here for generations, of course, not guarding the residents of the city, according to legend, the Xia family guards the secret of becoming immortals, it is said that the top of the mountain at the end of Qianju City is the road to ascending to immortals, but it is set up with immortal barriers, ordinary people are there, and the top of the mountain is just the top of the mountain. Immortals, the things that exist in legends, who have seen them for thousands of years? Fearful of the Xia family's great power, as well as the strong city guards, ordinary people can do nothing, can only be slaves from generation to generation, the world is a servant, although the income is very small, the life is also peaceful, in view of the Xia family's rules that the city is only allowed to enter and not leave, people are also here to live and work in peace and contentment, as for what immortals are not immortals, what to do with themselves, it is also a legend to hear, when the tea and dinner after the chatter, that's all. Besides, what about immortals, like ordinary people, sooner or later they will be drowned by time, and it is difficult to really think that they can live forever. For thousands of years, the residents of the city have been nested in the city for generations, and they have long not known the geometry of the world outside the city, only knowing that they are the servants of the Xia family, and only passing on that distant legend from generation to generation.

Of course, the above is just the thoughts of ordinary people, not the Xia family, but the Xia family is self-satisfied, claiming to be immortal slaves, and enslaving the people of the city.

"Come, hurry up, take the master's night pot and the lady's filthy bucket and pour it, after pouring, clean it carefully, if you don't do it well, you still have to wait for the whip", the meat-faced Xia housekeeper pinched his nose and pointed in front of him and said, the stinky night pot, the bucket full of black filthy towels, ordinary people almost want to be disgusted at a glance.

The young man did not make a sound, draped his messy long hair, dragged his lame right foot, walked over mechanically, picked up the pot, picked up the bucket, and moved outside, the liquid in the night pot trembled, and the more violent stench gushed out, and the pain was torn all over his body, which was the scar of the whipping of the housekeeper the day before yesterday, and the upper and lower bodies were completely covered with skin, and the young man did not react, and he limped outward, and the red marks under the thin linen clothes were slightly soaked, and the wound that was just about to heal was broken again, and the young man still didn't feel anything, limping and moving, like a petrified face, only eyes, black and shiny。

The young man slowly returned, still carrying the pot and holding the bucket, the difference is that now the pot is clean, the bucket is clear, and the filth in the pot and bucket is easy to go, but the filth in this world, the filth in people's hearts, how to clean it, and can it be cleaned?

Just as he was moving, a whip shadow caught him off guard, and the young man was staggered, and the night pot bucket fell from his hand, and the night pot dripped, and the bucket rolled into the distance.

Ahead, pinching her waist with one hand and raising a whip with the other, was a puffing young lady, and before the young man could stand firmly, another whip came and slid down his face and chest, and the intense pain made the corners of the young man's mouth twitch.

"Hey, second miss, second miss, what kind of anger is this, how can you get angry when you are angry?"

The person who spoke was Xiaoyu, the second lady's personal maid, who was flattering holding the second lady's whip hand with one hand, brushing the second miss's back with the other, turning her head and yelling at the young man sharply.

"Damn the heavenly remnant, Ah Lai, why did you make the second miss angry, why don't you kneel down and kowtow to the second miss and admit your mistake!"

"Ouch, Ah Lai, you dog minion, dare to rush into the second lady, looking for death", the anxious Xia housekeeper came out of nowhere like a gust of wind, ran behind Ah Lai, kicked the back of Ah Lai's legs, kicked Ah Lai to the ground, and immediately squatted down, pulled the long hair on the back of Ah Lai's head, and violently pressed Ah Lai's head, one by one, Ah Lai kowtowed like pounding garlic, and after a while, blood flowed out of his forehead, flowing to the corners of both eyes, flowing downstream, like two lines of dazzling blood and tears.

"Hmph, Miss Ben is in a bad mood today, and she is even more angry when she sees this day, and I don't know what my father thinks, the Xia family has no shortage of people, so I have to raise such a waste, and I will embarrass the Xia family when I go out", the second lady of the Xia family, Xia Fengling, was almost angry, and finally pouted Lao Gao's little mouth, and said arrogantly.

"That's it, that's it, what the second lady said is very true, I really don't know what the master thinks, keep this kind of waste Tiancripple, you say lame, you say lame, it's still a dumb person, the sky is crippled like this, you should have died a long time ago", Xiaoyu echoed.

picked up Ah Lai and threw it aside, Steward Xia wiped his hand on his body and wiped it, "Get out, get out, don't get in the way of the second lady's eyes here, hit you and dirty Lao Tzu's hands." ”

Turning his face and smiling, "Second Miss, today I specially ordered someone to buy your favorite dim sum, I will fetch it for you, eat something delicious, and the mood is good, and this kind of waste is angry, it is simply a waste of time, hurt yourself, go, go, go, Second Miss, eat a snack." ”

It's night, the night is as cold as water, the moonlight outside the firewood room is cold, and the crescent moon is like a knife. In the firewood room, Ah Lai was leaning on Chai He, his eyes were reflected by the crescent moon, revealing a cold glow, and he was fascinated. The wound on his forehead was scabbed over by black dirt, and the two lines of blood and tears dripping down from the corners of his eyes also solidified. All the descendants of the Xia family have a room to live in, and only Ah Lai sleeps in the firewood room.

Alaiben has no name, and the reason why it is called Alai now is because it came from here.

"Come, pick this night incense into the vegetable garden for Lao Tzu. ”

"Come, take this pile of clothes for my sister and wash them. ”

"Come, I'll go to the stable for grandpa and feed the horses, and then brush all the horses well after feeding, and if you don't do well, see how grandpa cleans up your little cub." ”

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When Ah Lai, who had no name, first entered the Xia Mansion, the subordinates of the Xia family, who were bullied by their masters on weekdays, seemed to have collectively found an outlet, those who didn't like to do, those who didn't want to do, and the work they didn't want to do, all found Ah Lai. However, Ah Lai still has no surname, so Ah Lai himself gave himself a name, with no name, no place, and no future. All the subordinates take pleasure in bullying Ah Lai, especially Steward Xia, the whip in his hand will fall on Ah Lai's body almost every day, and today's situation is just a drop in the ocean of Ah Lai's miserable career.

Ah Lai is not lame, Ah Lai's lame was when he was six years old, he accidentally bumped into the eldest young master of the Xia family while walking, and was instructed by the eldest young master of the Xia family to be lame.

Ah Lai is not dumb, since he was ten years old, after the death of the old man who adopted him, Ah Lai has not spoken a word again, and after a long time, people naively think that Ah Lai is a mute. The old man who picks up waste, that is the only person in the world who is good to himself. According to the old wasteland, eighteen years ago, on a rainy night, the rain poured down, in the city gate, a baby's cry resounded through the rainy night, just enough for their own food and clothing in the city residents, no one wants to add a burden to themselves, and no one wants to adopt a baby from an unknown source, it just happened that the old wasteland heard the baby crying heart-wrenching, and he couldn't bear it, so he took the baby back and adopted, which was later Ah Lai. The old wasteland who has always regarded Alai as his own is finally gone, Alai is only ten years old, the old wasteland is buried with the help of the neighbor Zhang Luo, wrapped in a straw mat, buried in the mound, no coffin, no tombstone, only a small grave, fortunately there is an ignorant Alai, burned the paper money, kowtowed to the end.

After the old desolate head left, Ah Lai began to wander the streets, and later met Master Xia, who ordered someone to bring Ah Lai back to Xia's mansion, and in a blink of an eye, Ah Lai entered the house as a maid for eight years.

Sighing softly, Ah Lai touched the jade pendant tied to his shoulder and hidden in his armpit, the warm hollow cloud jade pendant, and the old desolate head gave it to Ah Lai before he died, telling Ah Lai to keep it, because it may be the only clue to find out his life experience in the future, Ah Lai didn't dare to wear it around his neck, for fear of being robbed by others, so Ah Lai tied it to his shoulder and hid it in his armpit.

Fu tightened the boning knife in his arms, the cold boning knife was close to the skin, but it made Ah Lai feel extremely warm and safe. The sharp knife was stolen from Zhang Butcher a year ago, and every thunderstorm night, Ah Lai would sharpen the knife, and in a year's time, the sharp knife was sharpened by Ah Lai. As the scenes of the past rolled out of his mind again and passed away, Ah Lai's gaze became colder and colder, cold as frost, freezing the sun and the moon.

Ah Lai hated, first of all, he hated his biological parents, he was born but not raised, and he abandoned him on a rainy night, which was the culprit who made his whole world suffer for a hundred years. Hate to hate, but what is buried in the deepest part of Alai's heart is still to want to know who they are and where they are, to know what their biological parents look like, to ask why they were born but not raised, and he abandoned him so ruthlessly, although he has no name, but who wants to be born without a place.

Secondly, he hated the eldest young master of the Xia family, who turned him into a cripple alive and was ridiculed.

Once again, he hated the master of the Xia family, if it wasn't for the master of the Xia family who brought him back to the Xia Mansion, he would not have suffered all kinds of humiliation and abuse from the people of the Xia family.

In the end, he hated all the subordinates of the Xia family, all the faces who bullied him and ridiculed him, making him want to vomit.

They all deserve to die, so Ah Lai stole this boning knife, and sharpened it on the night of a thunderstorm, and he wanted to use this knife to pierce their hearts one by one, Ah Lai waited, waiting for a suitable opportunity.

Thinking of this, the corners of Ah Lai's mouth showed a sneer of evil, perhaps, it was himself who should have died a long time ago, when he was abandoned eighteen years ago, he should not have continued to stay in this world, perhaps, the old man should not have adopted himself, died early and reincarnated, and avoided these years of suffering and torture, killing, killing, killing, killing these wicked people who humiliated him, and then ended his tragic life with his own hands.

The wind rose, the dark clouds covered the moonlight, the firewood room instantly fell into boundless darkness, the thunder exploded, the firewood room was bright and uncertain, and outside the firewood room, heavy rain poured down.

Ah Lai held a sharp knife in his hand, pushed open the door, and came out in the rain with cold eyes.