Before meeting her master, Li Xiaowei's memory was full of cold, hunger and pain.
He didn't know why he was like this, and he didn't know why his father abandoned him and his mother.
He has never seen his father since he was sensible. He has always been raised by his mother alone. In his earliest memory, his mother was a beautiful and gentle woman. Li Xiaowei believes that all descriptions in the world
A woman's beautiful words all belong to her mother.
But as time passed bit by bit, he watched his mother wither bit by bit under the ravages of time and life.
The once beautiful and gentle woman lost her beauty and dignity in the cruel life. She had to work on Sundays to feed her children and herself.
Li Xiao only always remembers that in the cold winter months, his mother still had to wash clothes for neighbors by the river. The snow in winter was so biting, but his mother endured all this silently. She never
Xiaowei cried in front of him and never complained. No matter how hard it was or how tired she was, she always hugged her son with the warmest smile when she came home.
She keeps saying...
Mother is not hungry.
Mother is not tired.
Mother is not sleepy.
Li Xiaowei grew up in such an environment. He never asked for anything from his mother. From the time he was sensible, he helped his mother make a living.
Other children started learning Dou Qi and magic early, but he could only carry a backpack on his back and go up the mountain to dig wild vegetables for food.
He is not envious, he feels that what he has is already the best.
He has such a gentle mother, which is already a gift from God to him.
So, he never complains.
Watching his mother's back bending little by little, watching the face that he considered to be the most beautiful withering little by little, the young Li Xiaowei was at a loss. He didn't know what he could do.
Save the mother from withering speed.
God always reveals its cruelty inadvertently. In the winter of this year, his mother fell ill.
After being ill for several months, Li Xiaowei emptied all his family's inheritance and sold everything he could to buy medicine for his mother, but it still did not prevent his mother's condition from worsening.
"I'm not hungry, mother, please stop talking and have a good rest." Li Xiaowei squatted in front of the bed, looking at her mother's damaged and sick face, tears glistening in her eyes.
Heartbreaking pain spread throughout his body.
He still clearly remembered that on such a snowy day, his mother left him forever.
That was the most painful memory in his life.
"Silly boy, following me has made you suffer... If your father knew that you were so sensible, he would be proud of you." The weak woman looked sadly at her son, her only sustenance.
This is the first time Li Xiaowei's mother mentioned his father.
"My child, if I am no longer here, you go to the imperial capital to find your father... He is from the Xuanwu family. If you go to him, the head of the Xuanwu family will care about you as their flesh and blood and will not let you continue to suffer.
"I'm gone." The woman spoke with a choked sob. No matter how hard or tired she was, she never went to find that man once. She had her own dignity, but now, she knew that her time was running out, and her child was still so young.