The sound of crisp firewood, sharp knives, immature eyes, twelve or thirteen-year-old boys, wheelchairs, raising knives, falling knives, simple and monotonous, from the beginning of the day to sunset.

Teenagers who are ignored will always be discriminated against because they are disabled, even if children of this age do not know so much, but they cannot walk on their legs, and they cannot play with them.

"Those who are sincere are self-contained, and the Tao is self-sufficient. Sincerity is the end of things, and insincerity is nothing. Therefore, the gentleman's sincerity is precious. The sincere person is not only himself, so he is also a thing. Becoming oneself is benevolent, and becoming a thing is also knowing. The virtue of sex is also the way of harmony between inside and outside. Therefore, it is appropriate to take measures"

There is a sound of recitation in the college, and there is also a silent reading sound in the wheelchair, a sentence is recited in the college, and a silent sentence is said in the wheelchair, accompanied by the sound of chopping wood, from the beginning of the day to the sunset.

The academy is very old, it looks a little old, there is a broken bell in the courtyard, it is even more old and rusty, but fortunately there is a house that can still shelter from the wind and rain for the children to use for classes.

There is only one gentleman in the academy, very young, dressed in plain clothes, with a faint smile on his kind face forever, his surname is Li, his name is unknown, and he has remained in the academy since he planted an apricot tree in the academy twelve years ago.

The sun was about to set, under the apricot tree, in the wheelchair, Luo Qiu suddenly stopped the knife in his hand, his eyes swept over the room, and then he pushed the wheelchair with both hands towards the outside of the academy.

The academy is out.

......

"So gone, crippled!"

Behind him, a joking voice sounded, very arrogant, very underbeaten, and very annoying.

Luo Qiu's body was stunned, and an unsearchable anger flashed in his eyes, however, the next moment he still suppressed his anger and continued to move forward.

The person he can't afford to mess with in this academy.

The son of Cheng in Yanling County, Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng is not a low-key person, dressed in new purple clothes, fourteen or fifteen years old, ordinary but has the intention of not hiding his arrogance.

He is the biggest in this academy, because his father is a county magistrate.

Yanling County is not big, even very small, and it is not much better than ordinary towns, but for these villagers who have not seen the outside world at the foot of the mountain, Yanling County seems to be big and boundless.

Fourteen or fifteen years old is not too young, even if it is normal to marry a wife and have children in this era, but because he is the youngest son of the county Cheng, he is very spoiled, so he seems a little naïve, and the pampered child is always willful, willful, or willful.

Luo Qiu has been in this academy for five years, and has been here to chop wood since he was seven years old, because there is only one academy in the entire Yanling County, and he helps the academy chop firewood, so that he can listen to the lectures of the academy from afar.

Wang Shengsheng has been studying at the academy for less than a month, not because he can't afford to read, but because he doesn't want to read, and it is rare for a fifteen-year-old child to be stubborn, not to mention a straw bag.

"Hey, cripple, what about you, didn't you hear!"

Seeing that Luo Qiu was silent, Wang Sheng raised his eyebrows and said a little unpleasantly.

At this time, the other children in the academy came out one after another, but they all avoided it far away, the reason was very simple, in this academy, Wang Sheng was invincible.

is still the same sentence, his father is a county prince.

Luo Qiu didn't want to pay attention to him, he knew that Wang Sheng was deliberately trying to find fault, but the wheelchair still stopped.

"What's the matter?"

Not to say that it was deliberately flattering, but it was still in a friendly tone, Luo Qiu half-turned his wheelchair and tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

The heroes don't mention the courage of the year, the heroes don't suffer the losses in front of them, these Luo Qiu are not counted, he is still a twelve-year-old child, but he doesn't want to add bumps to this difficult day.

"It's nothing, it's just that you're unhappy" Wang Sheng was very proud and said arrogantly.

"I'll leave ...... now"

Before he finished speaking, a stone smashed on Luo Qiu's forehead, it hurt, and blood flowed down the corners of his eyes, dripping on his clothes, red and dazzling.

The children in the distance were stunned, looking at this place and not daring to move, blood, all blood.

There were tears in the corners of Luo Qiu's eyes, not because of pain, but because of grievances.

"Smack!"

Another stone was thrown out, but this time it was not missed, Wang Sheng shook his head with some regret, very dissatisfied with his accuracy.

In the dilapidated lecture hall, the young gentleman stood quietly watching this scene, his eyes calm, without the slightest intention of stopping.

Throwing several stones in a row, hitting three or four, and throwing the others off, Wang Sheng felt a little bored, because this cripple didn't even mean to hide, oh, forgot, he was a cripple, and he couldn't hide if he wanted to.

"Waste"

After scolding unhappily, Wang Sheng glanced at the frightened children in the distance, and left arrogantly with his head held high.

The children came back to their senses and hurried away.

Luo Qiu lowered his head and silently wiped the blood flowing from the corners of his eyes, then turned his wheelchair and walked towards the academy without saying a word.

"Why not stop it?"

After a long time, in the school, a young man in Tsing Yi appeared, from his dress to his expression, he looked meticulous, looking at the senior brother in front of him, a little puzzled.

"There is no matter what happens in the mountains on the mountain"

The gentleman smiled, gentle and calm, as if nothing could make a wave of his calm state of mind.

"Twelve years ago, you went down the mountain to stop the heavy snow in the world, and you interfered in the affairs of the world," Aoyagi frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the former's answer.

"Heh" Mr. did not answer, but looked at the children who were gradually disappearing outside the academy, slightly distracted.

"Is it the child in the prophecy?" Aoyagi said solemnly, looking at the wheelchair that was gradually moving away.

"No," Mr. sighed softly, and after twelve years of observation and calculation, he was already sure that he could not tell why he had stayed to this day.

Hearing the answer, Aoyagi's brows furrowed even tighter, "Then let's go back, don't interfere in the affairs of the world."

Mr. "Well" nodded, he knew in his heart that he could not stay forever, and he still had to go back.

"Then I'll go back first, the teacher has been very abnormal lately, I have to go back and watch the point" The words fell, and Aoyagi left with him, silently, as if he had never appeared.

The sunset has set, the night is coming, the clear sky is gradually changing, the incomparably endless clouds cover the bright moon, the cold wind blows, blowing up the scattered leaves on the ground, bringing a strong autumn mood, the apricot tree outside the school, has long been bare, facing the cold wind, swaying with difficulty.

"Snow?"

Suddenly, Mr. sighed, glanced at the night sky, his calm face changed slightly, took a step, and disappeared in an instant.

The snowflakes are falling gently, the white is dazzling, the cold is biting, the first snow of this year seems to have come earlier, winter has not yet arrived, the snow has come, so suddenly, people are caught off guard.

The winter of the northern soil is terrible, the heavy snow that was rare in a hundred years twelve years ago is still palpitating, the arrival of snow means the arrival of winter, the first snow of this year, coming so early, is not a good sign.

The snowflakes fell, getting bigger and bigger, and after a while, the night sky was dyed white, and the villagers below the mountain were panicking, could it be another catastrophic winter?

The young gentleman is no longer young, but his appearance has not changed in the slightest, twelve years ago, today, and even a hundred years ago.

The elder brother on the mountain looked at the heavy snow in the sky, and couldn't bear it, the heavenly sin twelve years ago made the people of the northern soil suffer, and now if he came again, the world would definitely be unbearable.

The mountain doesn't care about the affairs of the world, this is the rule of the mountain, and it is also the rule of the world, since it is a rule, it means that it cannot be easily broken, so the senior brother is very embarrassed, what he is worried about is not the rules, but the things behind the rules.

In the village at the foot of the mountain, in an inconspicuous wooden house, the faint light illuminates the simple house, Luo Qiu looks lonely and lonely outside, but his delicate and immature face has long been devoid of the cowardice and squeamishness that children of the same age should have.

It was very cold in the hut, but there were sweat dripping down Luo Qiu's forehead from time to time, the first snow fell, and the bone-chilling pain on his legs came again as scheduled, like a cold knife piercing the marrow, one after another, and the pain made people feel like they fainted and seemed to be a relief.

Luo Qiu looked outside, looking at the white snow, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, a trace of confusion, it has been three years since the old man died, and after the period of filial piety, he seems to have found no reason to stay.

"Want to leave?"

At some point, the gentleman appeared in the cabin, looked at the figure in the wheelchair, and asked.

"Yes"

Luo Qiu turned sideways, not surprised by Mr.'s appearance, nodded lightly, and said, "Thank you Mr. for taking care of me all these years, if it weren't for you, Luo Qiu might have died a long time ago."

The gentleman sighed softly, his thoughts mixed.

Twelve years ago, he went down the mountain to stop the snow in the world, saw the saddest tragedy in the world, and also saw Luo Qiu, who should have frozen to death in the snow, he planted an apricot tree in the academy, and at the same time planted Luo Qiu's destiny.

Fortunately, the apricot tree survived, and so did Luo Qiu.

Unfortunately, the apricot tree can't walk, and neither can Luo Qiu.

Taking the apricot tree as his natal power, this is a magical power that only the senior brother on the mountain can do, but when he cut off the natal connection between the two five years ago, he found that Ye Qiu could no longer stand up.

No matter how powerful he is, he can't escape the reckoning of cause and effect, and even he is helpless this time.

However, Luo Qiu didn't seem to care.

As a teacher, preaching, teaching, and solving doubts, as a gentleman of the academy, he taught Luo Qiu a lot, preaching and teaching, he did it, but he couldn't do it if he solved his doubts, because he didn't know the reason why Luo Qiu lived.

Are we born to suffer?

This was the question Luo Qiu had asked him when he was six years old, and that time, when the snow was falling and the sharp pain in his legs made Luo Qiu feel painful, it was the first and last time the latter asked him this question.

"Why didn't you fight back today" Mr. asked, he was puzzled, at that time, he clearly saw the grievance and anger in Luo Qiu's eyes.

"Because, no one wants to fight back"

Looking at the snow outside the window, Luo Qiu muttered softly, his voice was very low, and he was buried by the sound of wind and snow in an instant......