Seeing the hope in her eyes, Qing Shui lowered his head. He was afraid that she would see the look in his eyes, and he was also afraid that he would see the hopeful look in his mother's eyes. Every parent hopes that their children will succeed, and of course he, as a mother, does the same.
I don't want to be a waste, but I'm afraid I'm going to let her down.
During these five years, he was afraid that one day, the woman who gave birth to him and raised him, the woman he called mother, would leave him.
"Qing Shui, are you hungry? Even if you go out to play, you don't know how to go back to eat." This woman is always so intellectual and generous, which makes Qing Shui feel that her mother is not an ordinary person. At first, Qing Shui thought that her mother was the daughter of the head of the Qing family, so she was respected by others, but later
Discovered that not all are.
"Mom, am I useless? Other children can practice martial arts, but I can't. Mom, do you think I'm useless like other people do?" Qing Shui's small body looked very downcast.
Qing Yi felt a pain in her heart. All her hopes were given to this son, but this son couldn't practice martial arts. Her hopes were probably dashed. This is fate. Forget it, let him spend his life happily and worry-free in this mountain village.
A lifetime.
"Shui'er, your children are my mother's darlings. If you say your mother doesn't love you, who loves you? My mother tells you that you are not a waste. You are my mother's pride. In my mother's heart, you are the best and happy.
You will be happy only if you are happy, you know." Qing Yi picked up Qing Shui and kissed his face.
Qing Shui has long been accustomed to such intimate gestures. Qing Shui feels very happy. At least there is someone who loves him. As for others who call him useless or look down on him, those unrelated people can love him as much as he likes. It's just that he feels sorry for his mother.
The Qing family is located in the northernmost part of Qingjiazhuang. The houses and descendants of the Qing family are all within a radius of ten miles. The current head of the Qing family, Qing Luo, is already a hundred years old. However, because his cultivation has reached the tenth level of the acquired peak, even though he is already a centenarian, he can see
He looks like a middle-aged man. Besides, he has a lifespan of two hundred years at the peak of his acquired life, and even ordinary people have a lifespan of one hundred and thirty years.
Qingyi is the youngest daughter of the head of the Qing family. The old man has four sons, but he has only one daughter, Qingyi, and she is the youngest, so she is very precious. She has more than 20 grandchildren, which can be said to be a prosperous descendant. Qingluo feels very happy.
The upper and lower generations are full of talents, which makes Qingluo always smile. Even seeing Qing Shui, a loser, he is also very happy. He is not pretending. After all, there are so many outstanding descendants. As for multiple outstanding nephews or useless nephews, it doesn't matter.
Moreover, this nephew's status is a bit special. If he lives his life in an ordinary way, his daughter can be more stable, so Qing Luo is very close to this nephew.
The Qing family is a large manor, and it is unique in Qingjiazhuang. Qing Yi walked into the Qing family gate with Qing Shui in his arms and saw the grandsons of the Qing family in the martial arts field. The granddaughters were all punching fiercely. The grandsons
Then each one looks like a strong little tiger.
Qing Yi seemed to see the disappointment in Qing Shui's eyes, and secretly sighed that his son had to be strong at such a young age, but the more he acted like this, the worse it would be.
Gently bury his head in your chest to prevent him from seeing the children who were exercising.
But the sounds of "drink", "ha" and "hey" kept reaching Qing Shui's ears, as if they were even harsher than the voices calling him useless.
Time flies by, and time flies by like an arrow. For Qing Shui, the loss of time becomes even more painful. Although he is now eight years old, his body has grown a lot, his face is still thin, but his bright black eyes have become...
She is getting more and more beautiful, but her body is still too weak to practice any martial arts.
"Qing Shui. Qing Shui." A young man as strong as a tiger cub came running, calling Qing Shui.
Qing Shui would run up the hillside when nothing happened. He longed for the tranquility outside, which would make him feel calm and less irritable. As he grew older, he ran more often.
Qing Shui turned around and saw Qing Hu, who had the best relationship with him.
Qinghu is one year younger than Qingshui, and both of them have now mastered the family's "Qinglian Kung" to the third level of warriors. Warriors are divided into martial servants, warriors, military commanders, martial commanders, innate, martial emperors, martial emperors, martial gods, gods, and Shintos.
There are ten levels, and each level is divided into ten layers.
Qinghu is the youngest grandson of the Qing family, but there are three grandsons of the same age as him, which means that the head of the Qing family had four more grandsons the year he was born.