Just a few days ago, the past that should have been forgotten was brought up again.
It came unexpectedly.
It's funny to think about my sad past.
It seems that in 413 AD, I was born in a small village on the east coast of the Taiwei Empire. I was still very young at the time, and I didn’t have much of a deep impression.
In my impression, my father is an out-and-out lunatic. Maybe it was because of my birth... that the family was so poor that nothing was left.
Whenever I find any reason, I can't help but raise my hateful claws and beat my mother and me.
Until one day, my mother passed away.
Buried by the sea,
At that time, everyone in the village came, but my father was not seen.
It's so ridiculous, mother, her husband, who was supposed to be the closest to her, didn't come to the funeral, but people who had nothing to do with her.
That year, I was six years old.
Father... No, that guy didn't show up at the funeral. He was a martial arts practitioner and dealt with swords every day. I'm afraid he was competing with others again this time...
This reason cannot be established at all! This hateful scumbag!
I once cursed secretly in my heart.
He also shed a few tears when he learned that his mother had died.
What kind of acting are you acting? You were obviously the cause of my mother's death! Now you are acting like this, are you really not blushing at all?
From then on, that guy forced me to practice martial arts and learn the art of war. Whenever I didn't go my way, I would be beaten without any mercy.
Sometimes I wonder to myself, am I his biological child?
Once, I was beaten so hard that I finally couldn't bear it anymore and pushed him away: "You scumbag!"
The guy was stunned for a moment, as if this was the first time he was being contradicted, and he seemed to ask something strange: "You guy... I'm afraid you're not possessed by a demon."
He sat on the log in disbelief, as if asking someone: "This devil... has never had a good life since he was born... What evil have I done?"
An unknown fire ignited in my heart, half mockingly
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Said: "A man who can beat his wife to death is really a hero..."
"What did you say?" He immediately showed a terrifying face and shouted angrily: "If you have the ability, get out of this house!"
Because I couldn't get off the stage, I finally rushed out of the house that night in the heavy rain and never looked back...
Later, I was rescued by my master. The master was a very mysterious man. For so many years, I never knew his name, but he thought I was very talented, so he became his disciple together with a young man named Xiao Lu.
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When I was fourteen years old, the year I was kicked out by the emperor, I entered the school and met Mu Mingrui Nihao and others.
At the age of nineteen, he raised an army and started an uprising.
Although I can't say that I'm successful now, at least I still have some abilities. That past should have been put aside.
But after I mentioned this matter that day, I have always been worried about it. When I returned to my house, I found a letter from him...
It's ridiculous that he said he wanted to get back together. He must have been extremely envious of my success and wanted to share the wealth with me. Such a cheap good thing would never happen with me, Zhang Qingmeng!
★Author’s perspective★
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Qingmeng told all the past events, but the old abbot still smiled.
"Emotions only come after getting along and experiencing something together. It has nothing to do with blood ties." The old abbot continued: "My lord, why don't you take out the letter and let me have a look?"
Qing Meng took out the envelope from the corner of her clothes and handed it to the old abbot with some reluctance.
┃My son Ameng
How are you doing recently? Have you ever felt any discomfort in your body? I miss you and my son. It has been thirteen years since we were separated. After carefully considering the events of that day, it is too late to regret.
Over the years, I have been fully aware of my mistakes back then, and have been searching for them for more than several years, but to no avail. Fortunately, my son has made his way into the world and is worthy of his seven-foot body. On the other hand, your father is now forty-nine years old and will live forever.
If the son forgives his father and does not forget his past grudges, then his father is willing to be a slave and only asks for food and clothing.
—Submitted by Father Zhang Yuanjiang
"So, my lord, are you hesitating whether to meet with him or not?" the old abbot asked.
"Well... um..." Qing Meng agreed several times.
"feel
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Love depends on getting along with each other. If we don't get along with each other, how can we have feelings? My lord, you can forget about past grudges and let go of the past." The old abbot recited Amitabha.
"Well, since the Great Elder said so, I will give it a try..." Qing Meng replied silently.
Several people returned to Xiaobei and arrived at the palace. They saw an old man sneaking outside the palace. He looked into the courtyard and was stopped by soldiers.
The old man was sallow and thin, wearing a dog-skin hat on his head and tattered clothes made of coarse cloth. The only difference between him and the beggar was the pipe in his hand.
"Who are you?" Qing Meng asked hesitantly.
The old man looked straight at Qing Meng with his small eyes, and soon burst into tears.
"My son...it's me..." the old man said tremblingly.
Qingmeng had already seen it clearly in the distance, but still wanted to confirm it. At this time, his heart thumped and his whole body became hot.
Lou Ning wisely asked everyone to leave. After all, no one wanted to disturb this touching reunion of father and son.
But Qingmeng looked at their departing figures with the look of being abandoned by her companions, feeling uneasy in her heart.
His left hand seemed to be cramping to grab something, and finally grabbed the corner of his clothes.
"I haven't seen you for so many years, but you have grown so tall. You are worthy of being my son." Qing Meng's father smiled brightly and hugged Qing Meng.
"In the past few years, I have been searching for my father day and night, just to see my son. I can't sleep at night and have trouble sleeping and eating..." No matter how much Qing Meng's father cries or how much he apologizes, Qing Meng only treats him as an actor in his heart.
, even though I was a little tempted and wanted to cry a little bit, I still gritted my teeth and thought about "acting" and endured it.
"There is no need to say anything unnecessary, so what are you here to do?" Qing Meng said coldly.
"Hey?" Qingmeng's father trembled violently, let go of his arms, and said in a slightly disappointed tone: "What are you doing... I just want to be with the son I haven't seen for many years..."
"You can come here!" Qing Meng interrupted Qing Meng's father rudely, and then said calmly: "Go to the palace to find the manager and ask him to arrange a room for you."
Qingmeng walked into the house without looking back, closed the door and bolted it.
Qing Meng's father stood blankly outside the door and said: "A Meng! Why is this? Why can't you listen to your father to say a few more words!" Seeing that there was no movement, he left alone with a sigh.