On the way back, Xiao Heye kept staring at Su Tiyue with his deep, dark eyes, the words "brother" echoing in his mind over and over again.
Su Tiyue's voice is still the same...
It is pleasant to the ear.
Tsk.
Xiao Heye shifted his gaze from Su Tiyue, lowered his eyes, and involuntarily recalled some past events.
He remembered.
Su Tiyue did indeed call Xiao Heye that.
But in the end, he disappointed her.
*
Ten years ago, Northern Liang experienced the biggest snowstorm in its history.
He remembers it very clearly.
At that time, Xiao Heye was only fourteen years old, and Hanzhou was thirteen.
Before the heavy snow fell, they wandered to Suzhou.
He begged in the city for several days, but his tattered bowl contained only half a cold, hard steamed bun.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the temperature dropped lower and lower.
The two, starving and freezing, sought refuge in a dilapidated temple, but fate was unkind. Han Zhou caught a cold and developed a high fever, falling into a coma.
In order to find a doctor for Hanzhou, Xiao Heye followed a richly dressed young man, snatched his purse when he was not paying attention, and ran away.
Xiao Heye never expected that the young master was of noble status. Although he appeared to be alone, he actually had five or six strong servants following and protecting him.
The ragged, smelly little beggar, Xiao Heye, fell into their hands.
The streets of Suzhou are wide and long, and the snow on the road is very thick, making it extremely difficult for pedestrians to walk.
Xiao Heye was pinned down in the snow and beaten from one end of the street to the other.
The bright red blood stained the dazzlingly white snow.
Passersby saw this scene but no one dared to step forward to help; they either stood at a distance and watched the spectacle.
Or they would simply lower their heads and leave hastily without saying a word.
The cold of winter can be endured, and the indifference of people's hearts can be understood.
Gritting your teeth and persevering through physical pain can actually make you more alert.
He's come to terms with everything, accepted everything, so why?!
Why?
He and Hanzhou worked so hard and desperately, but they couldn't even live a decent life?
In the past two years, they have been moving forward, towards a warm, fragrant, and bright direction.
We dare not relax for a moment, nor stop for a moment.
Stumbling and falling, even though they were covered in wounds, they vowed to get out of that cold, bone-chilling snow mountain.
We finally arrived in Suzhou.
Everyone says it's a warm city.
But what Xiao Heye saw and felt was still the biting cold and pain.
After an unknown amount of time, those people left.
Xiao Heye was left lying on the ground, barely alive.
The breath of life is like snowflakes fluttering in the sky, teetering on the edge, scattering with the wind.
Life is unpredictable, and death is uncertain.
Xiao Heye coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his finger, covered in frostbite, buried in the snow, twitched slightly.
That was the closest he had ever come to death. Xiao Heye thought to himself.
He died, and Hanzhou will die too.
die?
It's a very simple and insignificant thing.
But to live...
But that's a different story.
Xiao Heye possessed a profound and resilient spirit.
The more people want him to die, the more he wants to live.
Live life to the fullest, live life to the fullest, and then... look down upon the world and watch it bow down at your feet.
Those in positions of power look down upon all living beings.
Those in power hold the power of life and death.
Xiao Heye only truly understood at the critical moment between life and death that there is no warmth or coldness, no light or darkness in this world, only a contest between the strong and the weak.
People are only different in strength and weakness, not in good and bad.
...
So what if you come from a noble family?
So what if you come from a humble background?
He was determined to rise from a lowly beggar, subjected to all kinds of humiliation, to a position of great power and influence.
Then, turn this hypocritical human world into a rotten and stinking hell.
Since there is no light and warmth in this world...
Let's stay in hell together and enjoy the boundless darkness and endless cold.
Xiao Heye used his blood-stained hands to push himself up from the snow, slowly getting up and leaning weakly against the wall.
After being beaten for so long, Xiao Heye was a little hungry.
He lowered his head, grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it expressionlessly...
His blood is stained in this snow; it doesn't taste very good.
Who would eat their own blood and not have any reaction at all?
Xiao Heye was just like that.
He had drunk his own blood, other people's blood, animal blood...
Even the blood and flesh from rotting, smelly animal carcasses, he and Hanzhou could swallow.
The sound of wheels rolling could be heard from not far away.
Xiao Heye raised his eyes and coldly watched a luxurious and clean carriage pass by him.
The carriage traveled a short distance before stopping.
Xiao Heye leaned against the wall, looking disheveled.
He turned his head slightly, blood still trickling from the corner of his eye, but Xiao Heye could still see the small figure stepping down from the carriage.
She wore a pink, fluffy cloak, had a fair and delicate face, and wore a gold hairpin with tassels in her hair.
She walked towards him step by step.
If it weren't for the sound of the hairpin constantly tugging at his nerves, Xiao Heye would have thought it was all a dream.
First meeting.
Su Tiyue was a chubby little girl of six or seven years old, with big, round, bright eyes that seemed to hold both stars and the moon.
She walked alone, with her attendants standing where the carriage had stopped, watching from a distance.
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