In the early morning, the faint mist was like silky wisps, wandering in the forest non-stop, and when it hit the body, I only felt a burst of refreshment on the body.

With a soft "pop", the last spark in the ashes finally burst out with its own voice before it went to perdition. There were two cross-legged figures on either side of the ashes, and their eyes opened at the same time.

After a few brief movements, one of them used a branch to remove the ashes, from which two lumps of mud were pulled out, and when they were knocked open, a rich aroma came over them.

The two people in front of them were Xiao An and Lingyue, but the two of them didn't care about talking at this time, and they were struggling to deal with the roasted pheasant in their hands.

"Senior Brother Xiao, how can you make so much food?" asked Lingyue after eating the pheasant in her hand.

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It turned out that not long after Xiao An left the mountain gate, he saw a slim girl standing quietly on the side of the road.

"Senior Sister Ling is early. Seeing Lingyue outside the mountain gate, Xiao Anxin felt a little surprised.

"Senior Sister Ling, are you going out, let's go down the mountain together. Xiao An casually said a kind word, but Lingyue really went down the mountain with Xiao An, and Lingyue didn't leave after going down the mountain, when she learned that Lingyue was also going to Qishifang City, Xiao An's mouth was open enough to stuff a big goose egg.

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"You haven't answered my question yet?" After eating the pheasant, Xiao An patted his ass and was about to continue walking, but was stopped by Lingyue.

Hearing Lingyue's words, Xiao An was silent for a moment, and then told the story of his past.

"It is said that for as long as I can remember, I was a beggar begging along the street, from the age of four or five to the age of six or seven. At that time, he had no name, and every day he wandered around with other beggars, and sometimes outside the city, he had to hunt some small game to support himself. After a long time, the craftsmanship will naturally not be bad. ”

"Then how did you get into the sect?Who took your name?" After Lingyue knew that Xiao An was a beggar in the past, not only did she not dislike it, but she was very sympathetic.

Xiao An, who had already opened the conversation, continued to speak, slowly telling this past that had been buried in his heart for four or five years.

"When I was seven years old, I lived in a straw pile by myself, and the straw pile was drilled out of a small twist and turn hole, and I slept in the straw pile, and I was able to withstand the cold wind a little.

The weather was exceptionally cold that year, and beggars were already frozen to death on the streets.

On a snowy night, he was dragged out of the straw by a few larger beggars, who robbed him of his place and drove him out.

In desperation, I could only find a leeward place and walk back and forth in the cold wind to keep warm. But it was so cold that the thin straw sandals couldn't keep out the cool air from the ground.

Whenever my foot hits the ground, I feel a pinprick-like pain. Every time a cold wind blows, it seems as if it can blow directly into the bones.

Although he kept moving, his feet and hands gradually lost sensation. But that's fine, at least I won't feel the pain of pins and needles anymore. ”

The snow grew heavier and heavier, and after a while, the ice-crystal-like particles spread a thick layer on the ground. Xiao An, who was walking back and forth, accidentally slipped and fell to the ground, and his body, which was already frozen, couldn't get up after struggling a few times.

After several struggles, Xiao An himself suddenly gave up and stopped struggling. Although I have not yet experienced the happiness of other children, perhaps this will save me a lot of sin.

At this time, Xiao An only had a faint sadness in his heart, since he could remember, he had been living by begging, and he was only a four or five-year-old child at that time. Other children at this age are living happy childhoods under the care of their parents.

More than once, I have seen many children of my age wearing new clothes made by their parents in the cold winter, holding sugar gourds in their hands, while they can only pull the torn clothes on their bodies and lick their chapped lips, envious.

In order to fill his stomach, he had to grab food from wild dogs, and in order to keep the hard steamed buns he begged, he was beaten by other beggars many times.

The worst time, he was surrounded by six or seven beggars, and in order to protect a bun in his arms, Xiao An was surrounded by the other party and beaten for a long time.

Even if he was beaten, Xiao An did not let these people snatch the buns away. You know, this may be your own ration for several days, and if you lose this bun, you may starve to death on the streets.

Although I was beaten very hard that time, I didn't shed tears. Maybe it's because he has experienced too much suffering, Xiao An has long learned to hide his tears.

The heavy snow was still falling, Xiao An's body was gradually covered with snowflakes, and from a distance, there was only a slight bulge here, no one would pay attention to it, and no one would know that there was a five or six-year-old child under the bulge.

Just when Xiao An thought that he had frozen to death, he suddenly heard a rustling sound in the distance, which was the sound of someone's footsteps stepping on the snow when he walked.

Hearing the voice, Xiao An's heart suddenly rose with a strong desire to save his life.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Xiao An wanted to turn his head to look at the other party. But he was already covered in snow, and he couldn't see anything at all. And the frozen self can't transfer his head at all, can't control himself to make any movements, and can't attract the attention of the other party.

Xiao An wanted to open his mouth to stop this person, but his cheeks were already frozen and he couldn't open his mouth at all. Xiao An exerted all his strength, but only a slight coughing sound came from his throat, and the sound was so small that it was not even as good as the sound of footsteps.

Even so, Xiao An still made a strong sound, not daring to stop, for fear of losing this only chance to live.

But the footsteps still faded away, Xiao An was a little frustrated, but he was still trying to make a sound. At that time, Xiao An thought in his heart that unless he couldn't hear the footsteps, he must keep shouting.

In the end, the footsteps were still far away, and just when Xiao An was disappointed, there were footsteps again from the place where the footsteps disappeared, the sound was getting closer and closer, and stopped near him.

Hope rose in Xiao An's heart again, and the coughing sound in his throat sounded again.

After a while, the snow on his face was swept away, and he was greeted by a worn-out straw sandal.

Hey, why are these straw sandals so familiar, isn't this me and straw sandals, there is a bunch of straw erected at the instep of the shoe, like a small sheep's horn.

When I used to dream, I dreamed that the straw sandals had become iron shoes, and the little sheep's horns had become iron, and I was no longer afraid of wild dogs when I wore them. You can kick it away with one kick, and you will no longer be afraid of being chased by wild dogs.

Fortunately, the straw sandals were quickly taken away, and a sloppy old man caught Xiao An's eyes, wearing a leather jacket full of holes.

The sloppy old man saw that Xiao An was still alive, so he quickly took off his torn leather jacket and wrapped Xiao An, and the old man hugged Xiao An and walked into the distance.

After walking a few steps, the old man took out a wine gourd from his waist and brought it to Xiao An's mouth, and a strong wine flowed down Xiao An's teeth into his mouth and into his stomach. This sip of spirit was like a flowing flame, and a hot breath steamed up in Xiao An's body.

"Kid, hold on, we'll be home in a moment. The old man said to Xiao An as he walked.

The sentence "We'll be home in a while" made Xiao An's tears, which had not been shed for a long time, slowly flow.

Home, I finally want to have a home.

Since then, I have a home, although it is only a dilapidated thatched house, but as long as there is a grandfather by my side, no matter how dilapidated the thatched hut is, it is the warmest home.

I originally thought that after going through this ordeal, I would finally have a home, and I would not leave when happy days came. Who knows, Xiao An let out a long sigh.

When Xiao An talked about his grandfather being hacked to death by bandits, Xiao An and Lingyue's faces were already full of tears.