Autumn is known when the leaves fall.

In the fragrance of chrysanthemums, accompanied by a cry, a little baby was born into the world.

In the time of ignorance and ignorance, in the baby's life, except for the gentle tea girl mother and the tall father, they are strangers, very noisy and noisy.

Time flies, and the baby gradually grows into a child, and gradually begins to understand.

He began to understand that his tea lady and his tall father were just slaves of others, and that the people who came and went at the beginning were just his father and mother trying to send him away.

It's just that he wasn't sent away after all.

So, he was born a slave and was born inferior.

He was beaten and scolded at a very young age, and when he was older, he was called by his master to accompany his little master of the same age.

The little master is very naughty, he will ride him as a horse, he will pull him around to play, he will take out his anger when he is angry, and he will push the matter on him when he gets into trouble, and every time he is beaten by the master, and the little master is safe and sound.

Gradually, he became a teenager and came into contact with some people and things, and he began to be unwilling to be like this, why he was the same as the little master, the little master was born with golden branches and jade leaves, but he was a slave.

He began to resent his father, his little master, and even more resentful of his master.

He became often quarreling with his father and mother, choking on his little master from time to time, and cursing his master to die quickly.

Time is still passing day by day.

Suddenly, one day, his mother grabbed him, gave him a package, and said, take this package, go to the small pool behind the tea garden and wait, and when the little master comes out, pull him out of the back door and leave together.

Why, he asked?

The mother just said, don't ask, don't come back when you leave, there are ten taels of silver in the package, remember to take care of the little master.

He nodded ignorantly.

That day, no one stopped him, and the surroundings were still as usual.

He went out of the tea garden, thinking that there were ten taels of silver in the package, and then, without waiting for the little master, he left by himself.

He was thirteen years old.

After that, he kept mingling with the little beggars.

Because he was beaten and scolded since he was a child, he knew a lot of ways to pursue advantages and avoid disadvantages, and the little beggars around him changed wave after wave, and often met his companions who died because of the wind and cold, no one cared, just waited for them to rot, and he didn't know what happened after that.

In the past two years, he has traveled a lot of places, met many people, adults and children, good people and bad people, seen a lot of life and death parting, joys and sorrows, and tasted the sour homesickness, thinking about his parents and friends, but he doesn't want to be inferior, even if it is to be a beggar.

Later, he fainted from heat stroke and met a middle-aged man, who was followed by a young man, and the two of them were carrying backpacks, as if they were coming back from collecting medicine.

When he woke up, he had been moved to a cool place, and the boy stood in front of him with a blank face and said, "You have a heat stroke, sleep well, you will be fine." ”

He thought that he should be polite anyway, so he asked, "What's the name of the little brother, I will repay you in the future." ”

The boy tugged at the corners of his mouth and didn't speak.

The middle-aged man not far away shouted at the young man, "Little Ouyang, let's go." ”

The boy frowned, said a good rest, and left.

It's just another difference in his life.

After a few years of wandering, he grew into a tall young man, just like his father.

He joined a caravan, walked around in all directions, met many people, experienced a lot of things, traveled a lot of places, and even met a dashing immortal who traveled in the wind, and saw a wanton swordsman who cut through the wind and snow with a sword.

At that time, there were many immortals in the rivers and lakes.

Once, he passed by his master's tea plantation and saw that it had long been unrecognizable.

After inquiring, he learned that the owner of the tea garden was killed by the enemy ten years ago, up to the master, down to the slave, no life was returned, as for the tea garden was abandoned for a few years, it was sold by the county lord, and now the owner of the manor is a foreigner.

It turned out that he had long ceased to be a slave.

It's just that the price is too high.

He was remorseful.

That year, he was twenty-three years old.

After that, there were several years of displacement.

I don't know if his heart has fallen silent, or the rivers and lakes have fallen silent, except for encountering bandits who occupy the mountains as kings, the whole journey has been boring.

What's even more dramatic is that the few bandits he encountered were all strangled by the county government, and he was the one who was rescued.

He knew that he was lucky, after all, he was able to survive all these years, no matter who he was, he should be happy, but he felt tired.

So, he stopped in a small town called Xiangzhen in Yuzhou and decided to marry and have children.

He was thirty-two years old.

He found the girl he liked as he wished, and over the years he had saved some money, enough for him to open a small shop and live a peaceful life.

Not surprisingly, this life is like this.

But after that, God played a big joke on him.

On the eve of his wedding, a caravan entered the town, and he met his little master, who was already a slave.

The matter of the little master was a knot in his heart, and he left his bride and fled in a hurry, like a stray dog.

He also seems to be a lonely ghost, wandering in all directions, often having nightmares, dreaming that his father and mother complained about him, and his master said that he would kill him, and life was difficult and difficult.

He went back to square one and became a beggar.

Spring blossoms and autumn fruits.

The seasons change.

Finally, he was frightened all day long, and he fell ill.

It was a snowy day, and he was huddled in a ruined earth temple, surrounded by people far away from him, just as he had done with the dying beggars of the past.

He knew he was going to die, that it was all going to end, that he was finally going to be free.

A gust of wind and snow raged.

A young man walked in the land temple, and there was a familiar smell between his eyebrows.

The young man treated him, left him with medicine, and when he woke up, he was gone.

He was in a trance for a long time before he remembered that it was the young man who saved him many years ago, and the middle-aged man called him Xiao Ouyang.

After that, he met a friend who used to go to business together, and he was very righteous, saying that he would come back after his daughter was gone, and insisted on pulling him to go south and north together.

So, it seemed that the reincarnation had begun, and he started again.

He thought that since God would not let him die, he would live well, and what he owed to the little master must be redeemed by the little master, and then all his money and property would be given to the little master, which would be counted as two.

He had his own means, and within two years he had his own caravan, and the caravans were all brothers.

As a result, his caravan grew larger and larger, and his life became more and more smooth.

Once, when the caravan's brothers asked him why he didn't find them a sister-in-law, he was silent.

He thought that the girl should be married to another wife, she should already have children, and the family should be happy.

It's just that the next time he went to business, he deliberately looked for a route through Xiangzhen, and learned that the girl had been dead for many years.

She did not marry someone else, but quietly hanged herself under the big jujube tree with whom she met seven days after he left.

After all, he failed the individual again, but what can he do to compensate for it?

He wept like a child under the jujube tree, and vowed never to marry again.

That year, he was thirty-eight years old.

Time passed, and he never ran into his little master again.

The world is vast, he is just a businessman, and it is difficult to find someone like a needle in the bottom of the sea.

It's just that he is not reconciled.

So, he resolutely disbanded the caravan and went alone.

He was forty-five years old.

After that, he met many people, rich and noble, unbridled, poor and poor, down-and-out, experienced many things, ordinary, ups and downs, and life hanging by a thread......

It's just that God didn't give him a chance to atone for his sins after all.

He had been bumping around for twenty years, and when he couldn't walk, he opened a tea stall.

One morning, he was woken up by the sound of a baby crying, and when he went out, he saw an extra swaddling baby in the tea stall, and a pink baby was crying.

He felt close at the first sight of the baby, so he picked up the baby, clumsily coaxed the baby to stop crying, looked at the baby's fat little face, and said with a smile, "In the future, you will be my granddaughter." ”

He sniffed the faint fragrance of chrysanthemums in the air, and muttered, "It's called Xiaoju, how about it?"

The baby bit his fingers and looked confused.

That year, the chrysanthemums bloomed brilliantly.

That year, he was sixty-seven years old.

As the days go by, the baby grows up, from babbling to toddler, and gradually jumping around.

Since then, he has followed a little tail, and his grandfather and grandfather have been calling endlessly all day long.

The days were peaceful.

Time goes on, and it hasn't stopped......

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