Everyone has the darkest picture deep in their hearts, and they wish they could add countless locks so that the picture would never appear in front of them.

But people will dream, especially nightmares. In nightmares, those dark scenes will often come to your world, waking you from your dreams again and again. Then, the nightmares become more and more terrifying, and the dark scenes become darker and darker, and eventually form a nightmare.

Deep in Ye Que's heart, there was once a nightmare, a nightmare that had followed him for decades, and even turned into an inner demon when he ascended, almost killing him.

The nightmare was originally formed in a fragment of memory.

Ye Que in his memory is still a baby.

The world in my memory seems to be in the middle of winter, when the weather is cold and the snowflakes as big as goose feathers are falling all the time. At first glance, the ground is full of white. When you open your eyes, it turns pale. When you close your eyes and then open your eyes, it still turns pale. Everything is covered by heavy snow.

Ye Que felt that his face, hands, and body were so cold that it was so cold that his eyelids were as heavy as iron, and there seemed to be a hint of warmth in front of him and back. From time to time, a slight call came from his ears, "Don't sleep, don't sleep, don't sleep."

But I still felt extremely hungry and cold, and I was almost at the limit of my tolerance. At this moment, a warm liquid appeared on my lips.

Instinctively, Ye Que sucked the liquid in one mouthful, and tried his best to suck hard, keeping sucking. Slowly, his hunger and evil were finally relieved, and he finally had strength in his body. His eyelids slowly opened, and he saw a gentle face at first sight.

Ye Que could feel that it was his mother, her lips were itchy, and she grabbed it casually. She raised her fair little hand and there was a hint of bright red when it fell down.

The liquid on the lips was blood.

Ye Que, who is still a baby in the memory fragment, must have no consciousness at all, but every time Ye Que, who is watching from a dream perspective, often vomits all over because he actually drank his mother's blood!

Ye Que, who was held in his mother's arms, his expression slowly calmed down, and he actually wanted to laugh.

However, the picture suddenly changed, and a group of wild dogs surrounded him with the smell of blood. Ye Que's mother had just taken out half of a steamed bun from her arms. This was her food all day, which was also the reason why she fed Ye Que's ischemia to drink. If you eat one steamed bun a day, where would you get milk?

Perhaps because the weather was too cold, Ye Que's mother was frozen and she was slow to take a few beats. When the group of wild dogs surrounded her, she had just bitten a bite of the steamed bun.

When she looked up and saw the group of wild dogs around her, she almost subconsciously. Her muscles suddenly became tense and she stared at the group of beasts in front of her. Soon, she realized that she was hungry, and the group of wild dogs on the opposite side were hungry.

She and her son in her arms are the food in the eyes of these wild dogs at this moment.

No matter how fierce her eyes are, they will never be more powerful than the driving force of hunger and evil on animal instincts.

Without too much hesitation, she took action, her eyes and body were not moved, and she carefully moved Ye Que to the tree hole behind her with one hand.

"Hungry roar!"

Ye Que, who fell sideways in the tree hole, witnessed the most unforgettable and darkest scene of his life.

A hungry mother.

A group of hungry wild dogs.

Bite into a ball.

She really tried her best to bite her life. She didn't know where Ye Que's mother got the strength, hands, feet, teeth, and nails, as long as she could use it and could cause harm to this group of wild dogs. She did everything she could do.

On the snow-white ground, blood flowers were soon left.

Roars one after another.

Cruel and bloody fight.

It became the source of Ye Que's childhood nightmare.

Ye Que knew what happened later. The villagers passing by saved the mother and son, but Ye Que's mother's face was completely bitten and had many diseases on her body. Her appearance was more terrifying than many monsters. Later, Ye Que killed many monsters, but he never hated monsters. Because when he was young, his mother was a monster in the eyes of others.

Nightmare hasn't appeared in Ye Que's mind for a long time.

But today, it comes again.

Because of the appearance of a person, the nightmare instantly appeared in Ye Que's mind. Perhaps in his subconscious, the reason why all this happened was entirely because of the person in front of him.

Ye Zhengru!

That is Ye Que's father.

When the martial arts performance at Tianmen Taoist Hall ended, he appeared and proposed to chat with Ye Que. After that, the current scene came.

A pot of tea, two cups, two people, sitting opposite each other.

Ye Que lifted the teapot and brewed a cup of tea. The teapot was put back in place, one cup full and one cup empty.

The heat in the tea cup was like the smoke from the cooking stove, and it soon spread out, and the room was filled with tea fragrance. Ye Que didn't say anything, but just looked at Ye Zhengru calmly, just looking at his nominal biological father, and the famous general in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

The tea smoke dissipated and the tea water was warm and cool. Ye Zhengru finally spoke.

"Your mother?"

Ye Zhengru did not ask Ye Que if he was his son, just as Ye Que did not ask Ye Zhengru if he was his father, the jade pendant was one aspect. The blood that could not be separated from the father and son was the key to confirming everything. When you sit against each other, you don’t need to ask, you will know that it is him.

"My mother?"

"Not here." Ye Que did not hide it, nor did he scold and complain at the top of his lungs. He answered in a very short and plain manner.

"She?" Ye Zhengru said another word.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ye Que. It seemed that Ye Que had known what he was going to ask for a long time.

“It’s not good.”

"I have suffered all kinds of sufferings in the world."

"I have tasted all the cold and cold things in the world."

Ye Que has been looking at Ye Zhengru's eyes all the time. When he finished speaking, he saw a trace of guilt flashing in the other person's eyes.

Looking at the guilty look, Ye Que curled a mocking smile on his lips, and he wanted to say something in his heart, "Is it fake? Is it hypocritical? Is it nauseating or disgusting? If I really feel guilty, what would I do? Who would I show it to? Are you still thinking of using a guilty look to change to a father?"

This is what he thought in his heart, but Ye Que didn't say it. It's not that he didn't dare, but that he didn't want the woman in the underworld to be sad. She has never said the man in front of her in her life, even if there is a illusion.

There is nothing in front of others and behind others.

"Can you tell me how you have lived over the years?" Ye Zhengru did not continue to look at Ye Que, but lowered his head, brewed a cup of tea for himself, and drank it all in one sip. The tea had already cooled down, but it was the same whether it was cool or not. At this time, there was no warmth in his heart.

A cup of herbal tea is in exchange for a violent cough.

Ye Que just watched quietly, indifferent.

It was not until Ye Zhengru's cough disappeared that Ye Que spoke again, "I want to hear how we survived over the years?"

"Do you think you have the right to listen?" Ye Que's words were not a questioning tone. Although every word in his words was sharp, his tone was very plain, as if he was not talking about himself.

"Many things cannot be decided by me alone." Ye Zhengru looked at Ye Que, "Whether you think you should make a decision between the relationship between children's love and the carelessness of the country? If you don't have such experience, you will naturally not be able to understand the pain in it, so even if you hate me, I will not blame you. Wealth is in heaven, and everyone has their own destiny."

"Everyone has his own destiny?"

Ye Que was stunned when he heard Ye Zhengru's last words, and then smiled bitterly, "So you told her this sentence."

"ridiculous."

"sad."

"hateful."

Ye Que shouted three times in a row, and finally stood up with a slap in the table, pointed at Ye Zhengru and said, "Don't you want to hear the story? OK! Today I will tell you a story. I hope you will feel so at ease after listening to it!"

"Before I'm talking about it, I want to ask you a question first." Ye Que calmed down and said, "Do you think as a woman, living to thirty-six is ​​a long life or a short life?"

"According to statistics from the Ministry of Revenue in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, it is considered a short life." Ye Zhengru said after thinking for a while.

"But for some people, it is a long life. After a full eighteen years of growth, she should have died with peace of mind 18 years ago, but she suffered 18 years of hell torture."

"Some people might say, is she crazy or stupid? If she was really in pain and hitting her head against the wall, wouldn't it be over?"

"Hmph, if it was that simple, I wouldn't say she had a long life."

This story happened to Ye Que himself, telling his mother Tang Wanru.

From childhood to adulthood, Tang Wanru always said, "Wealth is in heaven, everyone has their own destiny, and life has long been decided for a lifetime. I am destined to be a miserable life, and I have to pull you up by one person. I promised him that I will raise you until the age of eighteen no matter what."

Ye Que looked at Ye Zhengru and said, "Since I can remember, she will repeat this sentence several times every day. She didn't understand it before, but today I realized that she was encouraging herself and couldn't support me, so she didn't dare to die."

Pointing to his face, Ye Que continued, "Have you ever seen the face of a monster? It's ugly and scary. But do you know how others describe her face in the village?"

"Ergent than monsters, terrifying than monsters, and night can stop crying. In order to protect me, she fought with the wild dog, and her whole face was bitten to pieces."

"Do you know how many meals you can eat with ten copper plates? You must not know if you live in the magnificent general's mansion." Ye Que stretched out his index finger, "One month! For many years, her family's meals per month have been worth ten copper plates."

"Because she is sick all over and has no power to tie a chicken, she can't grow the ground at all. She can only do some needlework and sell it."

"I have a monster-like face. No matter how beautiful the soles she sells, who dares to buy them? Even if I buy them, how much will I be willing to pay? If someone sells five copper plates, she can only sell two at most. Will she suffer a loss? She must suffer a loss. But she doesn't care. As long as she can make her survive, as long as she can continue to pull her son to grow up, she doesn't care about anything."

"If your eyes are blurred, your stitches are often pricked, and blood is dripping on the soles of your shoes or handkerchiefs, you will definitely not be able to sell them. You can only start over. At first, it was okay, but later, your eyes are blurred, and the more you get the stitches, until you can't make ends meet. In this way, her only survival skills are gone and her income is cut off."

"But her son is still young, she still has to keep going."

"How can you survive without any skill and no strength to tie a chicken?"

"In her heart, there is actually an answer, but she is unwilling to go that path. Life is harder and it doesn't matter, but her identity and dignity tell her that she can't be shameless."

"I have been with the baby for two days, and when I saw my son fainting three times, she threw her face to the ground."

"From that day, an 'old witch' appeared in the village around Weicheng. She went out before dawn and went home on time before dark. But she never begs in her village. Even if others give it to her, she didn't want it. She felt that it was her last fig leaf. She didn't want other people's children to call her son begs for food."

"In her heart, she has always believed that her son's identity is a hundred times more noble than the entire village, a thousand times more noble. But I don't say it, you don't know, that's all."

"No matter whether it is spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind or rain, she has never been lazy for a day. Because as long as she doesn't go out, she and her son will go hungry."

"One winter, it was cold and when she came home, she found that her son was missing. His son was only four years old at that time, and he was hungry and frozen every day. He had no strength and basically didn't go out. He stayed in the house honestly all day."

"She was looking for it crazy, shouting heart-wrenchingly, shouting all over the village, and finally found it in the chicken coop of the next house. At that time, she almost got angry and beat her son hard for the first time. When she got home, she asked, why aren't she at home? Why do she secretly hide in the chicken coop of the next house?"
To be continued...