His father didn't go to worship, naturally there was a reason why he didn't go, not a few words could be explained, besides, with his peers in the village, Meng Li really had nothing to say.

Mengjia Village, a simple village, with less than 100 households, is almost the most dilapidated small village in the Southern Tang Dynasty.

Although Meng Li's surname is Meng, although he lives in Mengjia Village, he is not the root of Mengjia Village, his parents are refugees who fled the famine in the last years of the war, and he was still in his infancy, and he did not know how many crises he experienced along the way, and he came to this place by chance.

Perhaps because there is a Meng character in his name, Meng Li's father and Mengjiacun hit it off at first sight, changed his plan to go to Zhongzhou, and resolutely settled here.

The villagers of the Meng family are simple and simple, the villagers are hospitable, and the family of three has settled here, and their lives are comfortable.

In Meng Li's impression, his father was a down-and-out talent who read poetry and books, and was almost obsessed with collecting books. When I grew up, I also heard that on the way to escape the famine, my father pushed a small car, and my mother sat in the pile of books in the small half car with him in her arms, even when he was about to starve to death, those books were not willing to sell.

My father's greatest wish before his death was to let him learn to hyphenate and become a useful person.

Meng Li knew his father's intentions, and after being sensible, he studied poetry and books hard, especially after the accident five years ago, he worked harder, although he did not achieve a great talent, but he also understood a lot of principles for dealing with the world, and his mental maturity far exceeded that of his peers.

Meng Xi bullied him and insulted him, he didn't care, he just thought it was a child's willful behavior. It's also ridiculous, the reason why Meng Xi targeted him everywhere was more because of the guilt in his heart, his father's matter, Meng Xi has always been haunted by it, and he has never let go.

Standing up from the ground, patting the dust on his body, Meng Li held the cloth bag and walked towards the mountain outside the village as if nothing had happened.

The back mountain was overgrown with weeds, and in order to make it easier to call it, Meng Li gave this nameless hill a name: Weedy Mountain.

There are not only many weeds on the weedy mountain, but there are also many wild beasts, but this area near Mengjia Village has long been cleared out and a simple mountain road has been opened. The villagers collect mountain goods before winter, and they must go up the mountain from here.

Meng Li went up the mountain from the mountain road, stepping on the rugged mountain road mixed with dirt and miscellaneous rocks, and every step made people feel strewn.

On the way up the mountain, I turned a hidden fork in the road and soon came to an open field cleared of weeds.

In the center of this place grows a large locust tree that has just sprouted, and under the locust tree stands a lonely grave, the lonely grave has no monument, and only some wild fruit offerings are placed in front of the grave.

Meng Li came to the grave, his calm eyes appeared for the first time, and there was a trace of sadness, this tombless lonely tomb was erected by Meng Li for his relatives, and it was not his father who was lying here, but his mother.

That's right, Meng Li, who was only twelve years old, was already an orphan, five years ago his father was buried at the bottom of the river, leaving only Meng Li's mother and son to depend on each other, in order to maintain an already difficult life, Meng Li fled all the way when he was born, resulting in a weak mother, had to pick up the burden of life, so that he became ill from hard work, and finally died in a rainy night last year.

After cleaning up the newly grown weeds in front of the grave, Meng Li took off the cloth bag that he had been carefully cared for, and slowly opened it in front of the grave. The cloth bag contained some fresh wild fruits for sacrifice, along with a delicate wooden knife.

Meng Li set up the wild fruit, picked up the wooden knife and sharpened it carefully, he still did not forget the rainy night a year ago, and this knife came to his hands at that time.

Everyone in the Southern Tang Dynasty is good at martial arts, although Mengjia Village is located in a remote area, but also knows the importance of martial arts, Meng Li is a man, although he is influenced by his father, but he is also as active as most men, and his heart to martial arts is quite heavy.

When I was young, I liked swords, and when I couldn't see the real guy, I used a knife to support myself. After seeing Meng's mother, who was as attentive as a hair, saw it, although she never said anything, she always remembered it in her heart.

In order to buy this wooden knife, Meng Mu saved up for four years with frugality, and if it weren't for this, she wouldn't be exhausted.

The reason why I bought a knife instead of a sword was only because the money I had worked so hard to accumulate was only enough to buy this wooden knife.

In the rivers and lakes, famous swords are popular, and there are often more people who use swords than other blades, and the price of swords is two percent higher than that of other blades of the same grade.

The wooden knife is really extraordinary wood, with a sharp edge, which is many times sharper than the woodcutter in the yard, and it is a real Jianghu blade. What's more, on the back of the wooden knife, there is also a row of strangely shaped runes, which seem to be tempered with a forging technique beyond common sense, more like an alloy forged together by a strong hammer, exuding a faint color that is not easy to detect.

To this day, Meng Li still hadn't figured out what this rune was for.

Putting the wooden knife aside, and arranging the wild fruits neatly, Meng Li tidied up his clothes, patted off the footprints on his body, and began to worship meticulously.

After the worship, Meng Li sat down in front of the grave, as usual, and told about what had happened recently, and when Meng Xi led people to beat him, he couldn't help but show a wry smile.

"Meng Xi is making trouble for me everywhere, and it's also for my father, so I don't blame him, my father must be very painful because of his accident. In five years, the child has not gone to worship once, not only does he not understand, but no one in the village will understand. When everyone saw that the child was young, they thought it was unacceptable, so they didn't mention it, but ......" Speaking of this, Meng Li suddenly paused, and said with a wry smile: "But is my father really still alive?" Mother, you always say that your father is extraordinary and will not die in the mere river, but how turbulent is the Huaichuan River, and if you want to get out of danger in the rapids, even those masters of the rivers and lakes wandering in the towns can't do it, could it be that your father still hides an unknown side?"

Meng Li, who confided his conjecture in front of his mother's grave for the first time, only felt that he was a little ridiculous, and laughed at himself: "Father, he will not be the kind of master hidden in the market, right? Even if he is still alive, where is he now? Why don't you come back to see us?"

If his father was still alive, it would naturally be the best outcome for Meng Li, but at the same time, he was a little difficult to accept. If it weren't for my father's absence, why would my mother be buried in a lonely grave?

For his father, Meng Li has both love and hatred, this resentment stems from his mother's hope, remembering the hardships his mother has endured over the years, and the advice before dying, Meng Li's eyes can't help but moisten.

He raised his hand to the sky, stretched out three fingers, and said solemnly: "Mother in person, the child swears here today that the child will abide by his mother's orders in this life and try his best to find his father's whereabouts, but if he is really said by his mother, the child will not easily forgive him, and let him pay the price for abandoning our mother and son!"

Five years have passed, and what can't be solved? In a world of twelve-year-olds, nothing is more important than a family reunion, and if his father hadn't died and hadn't returned for five years, he would have really abandoned them.

"Well, it's decided, and it's going to make him pay. As if he had made a promise to himself, in order to show his determination, he actually held the long knife and slashed at the big tree in the distance. It was as if the tree was his father.

Twelve-year-old children dare to love and hate, but this hatred comes and goes in a hurry. Relieving his hatred, Meng Li continued to recount the trivial matters in the village, until noon, when sleepiness hit, and he actually fell asleep against the mound.

This night, Meng Li seemed to have returned to his mother's arms again, and slept very sweetly!