I was born in a winter when there was a heavy snowfall in Mobei.

My father said it was the first time in his life that he had seen such a large amount of snow.

So he named me Xiaoyaoxue.

Frankly, I don't like the cheesy name.

As for my mother-in-law who I have never met, it is said that she was a beautiful Mobei girl before her death.

I only hated the red face and my life, and I died not long after giving birth to me.

Otherwise, this girl really wants to see how beautiful her mother is, so that she can fascinate her father, who has always been ruthless.

Hey, it seems like it's a bit far......

But then again, my father was a ruthless guy.

Today is my sixteenth birthday.

According to our custom in Mobei, as a father, he should get up early to cut my hair as a souvenir, and when I marry in the future, he can return the shaved hair to me.

But on such an important day, this guy is still sleeping in the house!

It's really annoying to this girl!

After drinking some of the porridge I had boiled earlier, I stepped out of the house, looking up at the cloudless sky, and most of the anger in my heart disappeared at once.

This is the winter of Mobei, and it is really a very rare weather.

"Niu'er, why don't you even get meat foam for today's porridge?"

My father's voice came from inside the house, and it was evident that I hadn't slept enough.

I sat on the threshold and pretended not to hear, not wanting to talk to him.

Since the beginning of winter, he has been staying in the house all day and drinking, and the little money I have saved has long been spent.

It's already quite good to have white porridge to drink, but this heartless person still wants to drink meat porridge.

"What day is it, have you forgotten??"

For some reason, I thought I wasn't angry anymore, but when I saw his muddy appearance, I couldn't help but have a sour nose.

"Today?"

My father shook his head, then drank the white porridge in the bowl in one gulp, and instructed me: "In two days, it will be your mother's sacrifice day, and then prepare more rabbit meat, your mother loved to eat it when she was alive." I'm sleepy, I'll go back to sleep. ”

With that, the heartless fellow walked towards his own door.

I really couldn't help it and yelled at him, "I mean today!"

"Of course I remember your birthday. ”

He was obviously a little surprised by my anger, put one hand on the beam, and said indifferently: "You don't have to be angry." It's just that there is not even meat in the porridge, and the old man has to have the strength, so why should he cut your hair?"

... Forget it, that's all he has to do ...

I calmed my anger and asked for a specific time.

He replied extremely perfunctorily: "Don't be noisy, wait for the old man to sleep enough." ”

After saying that, he went back to the house.

By the time he woke up again, it was already three days old.

After hastily shaving my hair according to the ritual, he hurriedly pulled me to my mother's grave.

"Kowtow. ”

When I finished kowtowing and tried to stand up, he suddenly slapped me on the left shoulder, scaring me enough.

The slap was so heavy that when she stood up, she almost vomited blood.

"Why are you doing so much......

Before I finished speaking, my father, who was standing behind me, suddenly said in a deep voice, "Keep knocking!"

I don't know what he's doing, but it's my mother who is lying in the grave anyway, and it's nothing if I knock a few more.

"Get up. ”

I knocked until I was dizzy, and the heartless person was willing to call me up, and I estimated that my scalp had been broken.

"What have these old men taught you?"

My father asked, standing next to me.

This question was asked a little abruptly, and I couldn't think of anything for a while, so I replied: "Do chivalrous deeds, starve yourself to death, rob the rich and help the poor, and die of poverty." ”

I thought this guy would be angry, but it turned out to be unexpected: "You have a lot of complaints about the old man." ”

"Yes. "I don't think about it.

My father pulled me in front of him, pricked my forehead with his beard, and whispered, "The old man taught you to practice swords, not just for the sake of chivalry. ”

"What's that?"

"It's murder!" Father said seriously.

Miss Ben admits that I was a little confused at this moment.

Although I am in the desert, I have heard a lot of chivalrous things.

The deepest reflection is a swordsman named Xu Changfeng from our desert.

It is said that this swordsman's mother was killed when he was young, so he practiced swordsmanship for decades, and after practicing to the end of his life, he found his enemy and avenged his blood and revenge.

Since then, he has been acting chivalrous and righteous on the rivers and lakes as a desert sword immortal, and has been praised by others.

From the first time she heard this story, this girl dreamed that one day she could be like this Mobei Sword Immortal, punish the evil and eliminate the evil.

But my father's unprecedented answer made me dumbfounded, could it be that I, like that Xu Changfeng, my mother was also killed?

My father seemed to see what I was thinking, touched my head, and said with rare gentleness: "Niu, although the swordsman found the enemy back then, his blood feud was not avenged at all, but he was broken by the enemy's leg. ”

"You talk nonsense!"

Mobei Sword Immortal is my role model since I was a child, I don't believe what my father said, or rather, I don't want to believe this cruel reality.

But more cruel than what I think, it is often a bloody reality.

I saw my father pull up his trouser legs, revealing his right leg full of scars, looked at me, and said seriously: "Xu Changfeng is just a pseudonym, in fact, the swordsman's real name is Xiaoyao Bone." ”

Loose Bone ...... This is the father's name.

Even more frightening than letting me know the truth was why my father would tell me the truth that he had been hiding for so long today.

At this moment, my heart panicked inexplicably.

Closing my eyes, I snuggled into my father's arms.

Half ringing.

I felt a little cold around me.

When I opened my eyes, I found that it was already dark, and the surroundings were full of insect cries of babies, which was so unpleasant.

As I looked around in amazement, I realized that I had found myself in a forest at some point.

It was already dark, and I couldn't see it very clearly, except that the smell that reached the tip of my nose was a little pungent and a little fishy.

Slowed down for a moment.

I noticed that there were several fresh heads hanging from every tree around me, young and old, women and children, who were staring at me with wide eyes, and I could clearly feel that they were laughing at me. It turned out that the cries that filled my ears before were not insect cries at all, but them.

Why are they laughing at me?

Why are they laughing at me?

In this situation, there is only one question in my mind.

I looked back and found that my father was gone.

At the same time, there was a vague feeling in the back. So I turned around and saw my father's head hanging from the tree behind me.

He looked at me, he was laughing,

Why is he laughing?