Eight years ago, a thousand families. The autumn tiger in September was still so cruel, and it was waiting for a cool rain for a whole day and a night. The entire yard of thousands of homes has become a pool, and the children are very happy, running to the yard to eat rain and play with water, eliminating the residual heat on their bodies.

The maids and maids at the head of the house were also in good health, and the old slaves hid under the eaves, calling them back while listening to the cool breeze of the cool rain.

"Young master, come back quickly, don't hurt yourself in the cold autumn rain. ”

The boy in the lead was white and clean, and his round face was very cute. He replied with a smile: "Mama, let me play for a while, it's cool outside." By the way, what about Qianqiong? You called him to join us. ”

As soon as Mama heard this, her face suddenly changed, she pulled off the handkerchief pinned to her waist and rubbed it under the tip of her nose, and said in a strange voice: "What do you tell him to do." He didn't make it, but he knew what poison was buried in his stomach when he stuffed his son back to the Qianjia, when I didn't know. She shouted especially loudly, her eyes sweeping back and forth to the left and right deliberately to be heard.

The boy frowned two thick eyebrows, dissatisfied with Mama's tone: "Mama, I didn't say don't say this kind of thing, uncle is uncle, Qianqiong is Qianqiong." If you don't come to him, I'll go myself. The boy ran into the door of the building and into the side courtyard in a huff.

"Eh, young master, slow down. Mama hurriedly caught up with her skirt.

The eaves of the side courtyard were hung with a rain curtain, and Qianqiong stood in the rain curtain, leaning out a thin little hand holding the cool rain in the palm of her hand, and the eyebrows and eyes were also dyed with a sense of coolness, and the deep sorrowful clouds in her eyes were blurred by the rain.

"Qianqiong, Qianqiong. The boy shouted as he ran. woke up Qianqiong's deep thoughts. He looked indifferently at the boy in brocade in front of him, with wet hair and a smiling face full of water droplets. Knowing that he approached him, he replied softly: "Brother, where is it." ”

The boy found Qianqiong smiling, ran to him, and said, "Qianqiong, come out and play with us in the rain, it's cool." ”

Qianqiong hesitated to look at the group of people behind the boy, whether it was adults or children, their eyes were full of rejection and disgust. His outstretched foot unconsciously retreated.

The boy noticed that he was at a loss, glared fiercely at the person behind him, and then smiled at Qianqiong: "Don't be afraid, Qianqiong, come with me." ”

He slowly stretched out his hand to him, and Qianqiong quietly reached out to him with trembling fingertips. The two small hands have one palm facing up, one palm facing down, fingertips facing each other, and a thin rain curtain is spaced in between.

Boom, thunder and lightning, in an instant. But the chaotic atmosphere was driven by this thunder. The chaotic footsteps at the gate were getting closer and closer, and the cool, clean rain on the ground was red with blood, and it was getting thicker and thicker, and it was rushing towards the boy.

The boy's white smiling face froze instantly, and endless horror and horror followed.

Mama, maids, playmates, and his father who stood in his way, the sword saint Qianfeng. In an instant, it turned into rain in this heavy rain. And he unknowingly pulled Qianqiong to escape from the Qianjia that was filled with dead corpses.

The eight-year-old didn't know anything, just held the sword his father handed him, and only one word in his ear: "Run, run away with Qianqiong." ”

In his impression, his father had never lost, and as soon as the name of the Sword Saint Qianfeng was played, many people were terrified. He never imagined that the only time his father lost was to die.

He couldn't remember where they had spent the night. I only remember that he and Qianqiong were huddled side by side, trembling. The rain was still falling, but he didn't feel the slightest bit refreshed.

Qianqiong's condition was much better than his, and he did not show a trace of sadness and despair from beginning to end. Instead, he watched his helplessness and homelessness.

His father asked him to take care of Qianqiong outside. He didn't know much about the wrong things that Qianqiong's father had done, but he seemed to have almost ruined the reputation of the Qianjia family and was kicked out by Master Qian. In them, being kicked out of their homes is despised and rejected. But these have nothing to do with Qianqiong, and he shouldn't have suffered the same thing.

He followed his father's instructions and went all the way to Jiangnan, where Xia Yan, the former sect leader of the Xia family, had been friends with his father for many years. It's just that the journey is thousands of miles away during the period, he and Qianqiong are only eight years old, although they have learned the art of opening valleys, they don't have too many requirements in terms of food, but how can they go through thousands of miles when they are penniless. To add insult to injury, the weak disease in Qianqiongniang's womb was committed again, and she felt the wind and cold, and she couldn't walk a step.

He carried the unconscious Qianqiong on his back during the day, and placed him in a ruined temple at night. In the middle of the night, Qianqiong woke up and spit yellow water, and there was no clean water to drink, he was anxious, and his helpless eyes wandered around, and there were people in a similar situation to them, who were too busy to take care of themselves, let alone help them.

If he couldn't, he could only go out to beg with the old beggar, and he couldn't afford to buy expensive medicinal herbs with little income. Seeing that Qianqiong was like a gossamer, and the sun was waning, he even had the idea of stealing. At this time, he saw a notice from a wealthy merchant asking for blood, and he was overjoyed, and hurried to the address listed on the notice.

But he was a step too late. The rich merchant had summoned enough blood to keep him out of the door without even seeing his urgency.

He knelt helplessly in front of the gate, kowtowed desperately in the rain, and shouted: "My brother is dying, please, please, you can have as much blood as you want, I just need to pay for medicine." ”

How long he kowtowed in the rain, he couldn't remember, and he didn't care.

Fortunately, the rich merchant's wife had a recurrence of her old illness, and the blood of the boy she had collected before was not enough, so he happened to send it to the door, so she bought his blood cheaply, which was only enough for medicine.

He had a small, bloodless face, and his bony body crumbling through the streets. Who could have known that a month ago he was still a young master of a thousand families with thousands of pets and fine clothes.

The scars on his wrists were hastily bandaged, and he carefully held the string of precious copper coins, and the kind old beggar in the broken temple made some more for him, so that he could buy them.

He happily bought medicine from the pharmacy and came back, found a medicine jar that was not too broken, and decocted the medicine for him. He insisted on being dizzy, and he didn't dare to close his eyes. He was afraid that as soon as he closed his eyes, his brother would be saved.

The rain was always so embarrassing that a few random patches of rain extinguished the fire on the open stove, and he stood up straight and shielded himself from the wind and rain with his not wide body. Finally, the medicine jar popped, and he carefully brought the medicine to Qianqiong's mouth, lifted his weak body, and fed him to drink.

Maybe it was psychological, and when he watched Qianqiong swallow the warm syrup and slowly warm up, he seemed to see the hope of living.

The road still has to go on, Qianqiong's body has not fully recovered, he is carrying his weak body on his back, and on the other hand, he is carrying Qianqiong's drowsy body on the long road wide and far away.

He tried his best, eager to pray to God and worship Buddha, and met an old ox cart on the way. The old man drove the ox cart just past the 18-bend rugged mountain road. He knew that the ox cart carrying the goods could only seat one person, so he carried the delirious Qianqiong up, gave all the money on his body to the old man, and sent them away with great thanks.

And he chose to go on foot, day and night. When he was hungry, he could only eat grass, and the bitter taste could only be chewed and spit out, and he calculated that Qianqiong would be at Xia's house at this time, and the situation should be better.

Who knows, but on the third day of his tired and solitary walk, he found Qianqiong in a coma on the side of the road at the eighteenth bend. It turned out that the old man who drove the carriage had collected the money and took him on a journey, so he hated him for being in the way, and was afraid that he would die in his carriage, so he found a random place and threw him away.

He hurriedly picked up Qianqiong and kept calling his name. The child in his arms slowly opened his heavy eyes, his eyes rarely flashed with tears, and he said hoarsely: "Brother, you threw me away." ”

He cried for the first time, and the whole mountain road was his heroic cry. This is the first time since the destruction of the thousand families that they have shed tears. He kept holding on because he knew he would have trouble crying once he had it. At this time, all the pain and sadness accumulated in the past two months emerged.

He gritted his teeth and picked up Qianqiong again, his feet were weak to step on the ground, and he could only grind step by step.

The eighteen-bend road was rugged, the land was muddy and difficult to walk, a pair of light brocade shoes had been worn and broken, and Qianqiong on his back was breathing weakly, as if he would be dead in the next second.

Every time he was on the verge of losing consciousness, he asked Qianqiong to call him. At that time, my brother, it was all his motivation and all his hope.

God didn't bear him, he really walked thousands of miles and carried his younger brother to Jiangnan, at that time Jiangnan was already in winter, plum blossoms have not had time to bud, and the unique cold between heaven and earth came first, so it was not as beautiful as the legend.

The bitter cold wind blew into his collar, sleeves, and into his flesh. He came to the front door of Xia's house, weakly buttoned the doorknob, and when he saw someone opening the door to greet him, his tense nerves loosened, his feet fell, and he fell on the door frame. Qianqiong rolled off him.

He looked at the person in front of him vaguely, and muttered with chapped lips, "Save my brother first." My name is Qianyu. ”

"It's the orphan of the thousand families, go and report to the sect master!" There was a cry and hurried footsteps in his ears, and he finally closed his eyes with peace of mind.

Xia Yu slowly opened his eyes in the dripping rain, looked at Xia Qiong with red eyes in front of him, and the corners of his mouth curled bitterly.

"It's been a long time since I've heard you call me, brother. ”

Xia Qiong asided her gaze and snorted coldly, extremely disdainful.

"You're still minding what happened a year ago. He squirmed his moist lips as the rain fell into his mouth.

"Shut up!" Xia Qiong shouted fiercely. The sword in his hand went down a little more. Xia Yu held the tip of the sword glowing with silver light, and his palm was bleeding continuously, dripping on his eyebrows, blooming bright red flowers.