(Author’s ps: The next few chapters are intended to focus on recalling the story of Han Jin, the important villain in the middle period. Unlike Zhang Qingmeng, who was born in a declining aristocracy, he came from a humble background. He lost his father at the age of 5 and his mother at the age of 10. He has gone through hardships and tasted the warmth and coldness of the world.
He never trusts others, because God makes fun of his pure heart time and time again. The price of growth is to part ways with his past self.
Later, he followed the warlord Chao Yi and learned a lot of skills. Compared with Zhang Qingmeng in all aspects of intelligence, force and politics, he is even better than Zhang Qingmeng. So here I hope everyone can understand Han Jin's past experience, so as to facilitate the subsequent plot.
I understand, thank you!)
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This little boy was running in the jungle. He was so excited that he wished he could grow a pair of wings and fly to his father. What was he so happy about?
Deep in the jungle, I saw a man holding a cane and turning anxiously. This man's eyes were blind due to something that happened when he was young, so people in the same village called him "Blind Han".
Fortunately, he was good at playing the erhu, and he occasionally played a few pieces for the neighbors and villagers, or went to the county town to ask for rewards, so his life was pretty good.
"Dad!" The little boy ran over with a little flower in his hand, making his head covered with sweat. The hot sun made the boy's face turn red. He looked at the little flower again, feeling proud and happy.
Blind Han groped and finally touched his son's soft belly, and immediately hugged him happily: "Jin'er, where did you run away?"
"Dad, Jin'er found your favorite little flower..." the boy said with happiness on his face.
"Silly boy, dad can't see anything, how can he like flowers?" Blind Han said with a helpless smile.
The boy pouted, put his finger in his mouth, suddenly shook his little head, and put the little flower next to Blind Han's nostril: "Dad, does it smell good?"
Blind Han laughed loudly: "Of course the flowers picked by Jin'er are the most fragrant!"
The boy was ecstatic. For a five-year-old child, being recognized by his father was something he could be proud of. He quickly shouted excitedly: "Dad!"
"Oh! Dad is here."
"If dad likes it, Jin'er will pick it for you every day."
Blind Han was so happy that he picked up the boy as if he were holding a penguin: "Dad likes flowers, and he likes my Jin'er even more!" As he said this, he held the boy and spun it around quickly, happily.
Howl twice.
The boy's name was Han Jin, and he was five years old. That was the year 413 of the Great Yuan Dynasty and the fourteenth year of Taili.
Little Hanjin held his father's hand and walked out of the woods step by step back home. At home, his beloved mother was waiting for them and their son.
"Officer, where did you take Jin'er with you again? My mother is so anxious." Mrs. Han dropped the pot rag and stepped forward to help her.
Blind Han pointed at the little flower clipped to his ear with his other finger, as happy as a child: "Jin'er brought this to me, look at it, how beautiful it is!"
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"Officials are really good at joking. How can you see whether the flowers are beautiful when you are blind?" Mrs. Han asked.
"Although I didn't see it, I smelled the fragrance and felt its beauty with my heart." Blind Han replied.
At this time, an old woman staggered out of the house. He raised his head and said gently: "Why did my good son-in-law come back at this time? Your eyes are not as bright as others."
"Mom, I have Jin'er by my side as my eyes, so what do I have to be afraid of?" As he said that, he stretched out his hand to caress little Han Jin's head. He was caressed by his father docilely, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.
When dinner time came, Mrs. Han took out a pot of white flour steamed buns and a plate of pickles from the pot. Blind Han smelled it, picked up his chopsticks and said, "Madam, I can smell the aroma of white noodles!"
When little Han Jin heard about white-flour steamed buns, his little eyes shone like stars, and saliva couldn't stop flowing from the corners of his mouth. Yes, he hadn't eaten white-flour steamed buns in a long time.
"You two gluttons, this is for mother to eat. She is seriously ill and you don't know it." Mrs. Han scolded and took out two bowls of porridge from under the pot and handed them to the father and son.
"Girl, what are you doing making white-flour steamed buns if you are so young? How can ordinary people afford this?" The old lady looked at his daughter with some doubts.
"Oh mother, just eat as much as you want. Once you're full, your illness will be cured, just in case." Mrs. Han neatly wiped the pot table and replied.
Blind Han also responded and said, "Yes, mother, a strong body is stronger than anything else."
The old lady gently held Blind Han's hand and said, "Son-in-law, as my mother knows, it's not easy for you to travel around and play the erhu alone. My mother sees it in her eyes..." Then he sighed again. He picked up the
The white-flour steamed bun was handed to Blind Han: "My child, eat it, don't starve yourself."
Blind Han refused: "Mom, look, this is Yu'er's food for you. How can I have the nerve to compete with you for food?" (Yu'er: referring to Mrs. Han)
The old lady was a little dissatisfied: "What do you mean you are competing for food with me? You can eat it if I ask you to!" Blind Han was so frightened that he quickly apologized and picked up a steamed bun and ate it. The old lady then showed a rare smile.
"Grandma, Jin'er wants to eat too~" Little Han Jin said like a spoiled child while lying on the edge of the table.
The old woman's eyes turned into slits with laughter, she shakily picked up a steamed bun, and said dotingly: "Come on, let's feed it to Jin'er. Our Jin'er is the most well-behaved."
"Thank you, grandma!" Xiao Hanjin took it, broke it in half, and ran towards the door.
Seeing this, Mrs. Han quickly asked: "Where are you going again, Jin'er?"
Little Hanjin stuck out his tongue playfully: "I won't tell you."
Mrs. Han was so angry that she raised her rolling pin and tried to catch up, but Blind Han laughed loudly from the side.
"What are the officials laughing at?" Mrs. Han asked in confusion.
"As I expected, I went to find that little girl again." Blind Han replied with a smile.
On the other side, little Han Jin was running around the village with two pieces of steamed buns. Just as Han Jin expected, he ran to the beach.
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The girl on the shore shouted loudly: "Xiya——"
The girl turned her head and didn't react for a moment.
"Xiya——"
She heard it really clearly and ran towards Xiao Hanjin with great joy: "Brother Jin~"
This is just a three-year-old baby named Ouyang Xiya. She is a close childhood sweetheart with little Han Jin. She is little Han Jin's only playmate in this small fishing village.
Xi Ya was like a rabbit bumping into little Han Jin's arms, rubbing her coquettishly: "Brother Jin, you are so good, you promised to come and play with me every day..."
"Xi Ya, I have a delicious one here." Han Jin stretched out his small hand and spread it out. It was a half white mask.
She asked in surprise: "Where did this come from?"
Xiao Han Jin replied: "This was given to me by my grandmother, very fragrant, eat it quickly."
"What about my brother?"
"Brother here is still there."
The two strolled on the beach like this. At this time, it was also a tide season. Whenever they retired, they would go to the beach to pick up the beautiful shells.
Then, then
After all, Han Jin is not a philosopher. In his memories of his childhood, he only remembers that the sky is blue, the grass is green, the sea is clear, and the shell on the beach is the most beautiful.
Sister is cute, he is the happiest in the world.
Late at night, the old lady's condition became more and more serious. Han Blusz and his wife slept all night and took care of the old mother of eighty -year -old.
"There is no way to drag this disease. You must go to the city to spend fifty or two silver to buy valuable medicinal materials." Lang Zhong shook his head for the old lady, shaking his head helplessly.
"Are you fifty or two silver ..." Han blind was caught in contemplation, and the quietness was extremely scary.
Lang Zhong across the back box, and said while walking, "This disease can't be dragged, you must hurry up ..."
After a while, the old lady tremblingly said: "Either don't cure it. I live in their 80s for my mother, and I am content. I can't delay your good days."
"Mother, what are you talking about?" Han Blin said: "My parents died early. Since Yu'er married me, you have always regarded me as a biological son.
You do n’t care about this, I will definitely think of a way. "
"Did you fall asleep?" Han blind asked.
"Sleep" Mrs. Han replied.
"Then don't have to surprise him, I can go alone." Han Blom picked up the crutch and groped to the door.
"Officials, where are you going to be so dark?" Mrs. Han quickly picked up her clothes and put it on.
"Isn't it the same for me like me during the day?"
Han Bluster insisted on going out and not let anyone follow him. No one knows what he is going to do.