One day a thousand years ago, a young child stumbled and cried and ran through the streets of Qingzhou City, it was the cold winter wax moon, the whole Qingzhou City was snowing heavily, the snowflakes decorated the city with pink makeup, no matter what kind of poor streets and alleys were wrapped in white snow, they were like Qionglou Yuyu, but the beautiful scenery in the eyes of this traveler was painful torture for the children of poor families, alas, he didn't know what the stove fire was like, just like he didn't know what kindness was like!

The snow was falling so hard outside, and the wind was blowing so hard, that everyone was saying, "Go home quickly" or "Call the servant to bring us a leather jacket and go home in it", and he should have gone home, and there was at least a roof there, if not a fire, and it was true that there were several holes in the roof that had not been patched up, but he could have managed to find a place in the corner where the snow would not fall on his head, and he could have managed to put his feet on the mud instead of the snow, even though the mud was colder and harder than ice. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yet his father, as he had always called him, was at home.

No one knew the weight of the sentence - his mother had been washing clothes all night so that they would not be driven out into the street by their landlord - though the family had been thrown out of the street three times since the beginning of autumn - Often, when his mother was paid, his father always prepared a thick and strong wooden stick, and when he saw his mother coming, he knocked her to the ground with a stick, and stomped on her to prevent her from escaping, and then stripped her of her clothes in the street, and put his hand between her legs to search for every copper plate she had hidden, and used it for drinking, gambling, or in some more unfortunate place, leaving only tears for their mother and son.

At that time, his mother cried and said that she would die with the child, took him to the cake shop, cut his hair, and changed two loaves for him to eat, and when he finished eating the bread, asked if it was "dying in one place" and asked if he could "die a few more times", his mother changed her mind and wanted to "live together no matter what" The child felt sorry for this, because he couldn't eat the bread, he didn't know the meaning of death, and even if he did, he didn't think there was anything terrible about death, the night was terrible, and at night, his father came back drunk and full of food, and he was going to beat them both again!

But that time his father did not beat them both, he brought with him a man whose mother was more afraid of that man than his father, and the man saw his mother with her hair cut and laughed sneeringly, and his father's face darkened, and then the man saw him.

"Can a boy of this size be sold?" his father told the man.

"Just ......," the man said something in a low voice, ill-intentioned, but he didn't hear it.

His mother was most afraid of his father, but when she heard that, she cried out like crazy: "No! No! You want to cut off the roots of your family!"

"What does the woman's family know?" cried out his father in a fit of rage, "Is it to starve the head of the house to death?

The two of them scuffled together, the child fled to the street, and after a long time he dared to go back, the man was gone, his father was still lamenting that he had missed the opportunity to make a fortune, and his mother was beaten more than ever, and when he saw him, he smiled: "I only have you." She said.

She sold her three sons.

Now it's really just him.

The money from washing clothes was not as expensive as the money from selling his son, and his father never gave up on this idea since, and his mother had to take him with her while she was doing the laundry, protecting her child like a hungry she-bear, until she could not get up from the cold, hunger, and beatings. When his father came in through the front door with another man, his mother shouted for him to run through the back door.

But where can he go?

Everyone on the road was busy going home to avoid the wind and snow, only he plunged into the wind and snow to avoid his home, and soon he was so exhausted that he could no longer walk, and then he looked up and found that he seemed to have run to a place where he had never been because of walking in the wind and snow, and a middle-aged man in a thin and shiny robe was looking at him solemnly.

He asked for food for him and asked him who he was and where he lived.

That man was Xiao Wansong, his later stepfather. The Xiao family was already a wealthy family in Qingzhou City a thousand years ago, and they had not yet obtained the sovereignty of Qiyun Peak, but they were already able to use the illusion to separate them from the mortals outside, and theoretically no mortal could break in—and the fact was that Xiao Wansong saw a rare and superior immortal bone in this poor child, and he was facing the same embarrassment as Xiao Ruyun's family, even worse than Xiao Ruyun's family today.

Xiao Wansong has only one daughter, Xiao Qianling, and she watched curiously as her father entered the door with strange women and children, and the gossip in private was as fierce as wildfire in the mountains, but Xiao Wansong was a scheming adult, and he used these rumors to some extent, while cleverly isolating them from his own children. He added a stepmother to his children, and he did not become the stepfather of his children, but he loved her as before, and he sacrificed his marriage for the sake of not sacrificing hers.

Xiao Qianqiu's mother was very satisfied with this marriage, she used to be afraid of being discriminated against and "apostasy" more than afraid of being beaten, she did not dare to get out of the prison that the world had designated for her, but when Xiao Wansong sent someone to give her husband a sum of money that now seemed ridiculously small, the man did not hesitate to pack her and her children out of the invisible prison that she had been loyal to, and now she was a respected mistress of the Xiao family, at least in the courtyard of her own house. Not only did she have clothes, but she had someone to do her laundry, and she wore bracelets and rings on her hands, which showed that she was no longer a woman who had to do rough work with her hands to make ends meet, that she had been more faithful to his family heritage than her first husband, and that she now did not feel that her son had a surname other than "Xiao".

"You were sold to the Xiao family......?

"Xiao Xinglong only wants the best," Xiao Qianqiu said, "and when he can't get it, he falls into the devil, and he never thinks about whether other people have a choice." He stood in the plum grove beside the Mirror Lake, where the fragrance of plum blossoms that was easy to pass away was constant like time, and other things were not so easy to be left behind - he stood on the platform of the Xiao family at the age of fourteen, and he was indomitable until he became a true immortal, and no one in the entire Xiao family could no longer look at him, and no one dared to question his bloodline, and after a long time, no one remembered his suspicious background. Now whether it is Xiao Wansong, who has adopted him, Xiao Qianling, who plays chess with him, or his hard-working mother...... They are long gone, and the people he loves and the people he hates have all gone with the wind, scattered between heaven and earth, leaving only the lonely true immortal.

He turned his head and smiled slightly: "The best start does not necessarily mean the best result, the reverse is the same, a bad beginning does not mean a bad ending, Hua Ling, qualifications, family background, and resources are all very important, but in the end, it is not anything else that plays a decisive role, but your heart." ”