My brother is so strong, I am also disappointed

Song Mingguang has been consolidating his power for the past ten years. On the surface, he disobeyed him and knew the truth of the aristocratic sects more or less. He wanted to hunt down and kill Xia An, and even mobilized the power of the entire martial arts world.

Xia An had no choice but to change his name to Yan Tian'an, hiding all the way in Tibet, and finally returned to the mountain where he used to live in seclusion.

He left at the beginning of spring, and it was almost the end of the year when he came back. Snow fell early in the Northland. Standing in the village covered by white snow but no one was around, Xia An was a little puzzled, when he suddenly heard an out of tune babbling sound.

Following the sound, Xia An picked up the girl again. She was still wearing the torn cotton coat that Xia An dropped her, sitting in the haystack, almost buried by the snow, only her head was left outside, her little face was flushed with cold. , there seemed to be a few purple frostbite.

"...Where are your parents?" Xia An asked, he vaguely remembered that he left her at the door of an old couple with no children and no children, and watched the two elders carry her into the house before leaving, why now? Trapped alone in the snow?

"No more." It seems that the girl has learned to speak this year, but the syllables are not very accurate, and there are some dialect tones.

Xia An walked around, only to realize that there was no one alive in this village except her. Under the fresh snow, there were corpses lying everywhere and bloodstains that hadn't been washed by the rain and snow, most of which were ransacked by bandits.I don't know how the child survived and how long he has been waiting here alone.

Although he has been away for a year, the girl still recognizes him and is not afraid at all, she still hums a song and opens her arms for him to hug.

The moment he met the girl's clear and innocent eyes, Xia An suddenly seemed unable to hold on, knelt down in the snow, grabbed the girl, and hugged her tightly.

Xia An regretted it.

He originally blamed Song Mingguang for everything, but now that he thought about it, it was himself who killed Ziping.

If he hadn't shattered the Hongyan pen, if he hadn't taken away the thousand locks, Ziping might have been able to wait for him to go home, maybe we could have met again, and all misunderstandings would have been resolved.

Ten years ago, his uprightness and upholding morality made him leave home without looking back, but now he realizes that everything is gone when that person is gone.

What is the use of my reputation?Xia An thought, I used the sword in my heart, but I killed my sweetheart.

The girl in his arms seemed to dislike him for holding him for too long, so she writhed uncomfortably.

Xia An looked at the girl in front of him and gave a wry smile. When he wrote the knife book, he only cared about her eating and drinking, but he rarely communicated with her, and never taught her to speak, so that the almost five-year-old child only learned daily language under the guidance of the old couple. .

This is also my fault, I should treat you well when I take you back, Xia An said to the girl, I will change it in the future, please forgive me.

The girl ignored him, but grabbed his messy hair and pulled it hard, seeing Xia An grinning in pain, she smiled.

……

"Axue should know what happened next. After the limelight, I brought you back again. Xia Feng was raised by Song Mingguang. Abducted you!"

When Elder Yan talked about my father and their elopement, he couldn't hide his disgust.

As soon as my mother heard Elder Yan talking about this incident again, she quickly coaxed: "Father! It's over, don't keep talking about it! I was only young at that time, just look at how handsome he is."

Okay, my mother's favorite face is my father's face.

"After you left, I was very disappointed with the Jiushan faction, so I established Qianchongxue, gathered some people to fight against him, and released the news of the real Hongyan book, which attracted them to fight among themselves for Suiyu, and took the opportunity to clean them up one by one. Those sects and aristocratic families who will not save Ziping." Yan Lao said, but couldn't suppress the sigh from the heart, "I took away the Hongyan book, and Ziping was probably afraid that Song Mingguang would take all the broken jade and restore the pen. It was not good for me in the end, and maybe he still wanted to keep the truth. He secretly distributed the broken jade to several aristocratic families who had made good friends for preservation, but Song Mingguang killed all those who knew about those things back then. It's a difficult task, I can only collect the broken jade myself, and then go to open the thousand-fold lock, I will never let Song Mingguang leave a bright and upright posthumous name!"

"So ten years ago, Mr. Song came to Jiushan School suddenly because he wanted me and my brother to be able to write and hold swords again. It is because the legend is that the author can find the swan geese broken jade! But the legend is not true at all! It is not the author The person who can find the Hongyan pen, but has the Hongyan pen is the author!" I finally understood a series of intertwined and complicated relationships.

"That's right," my mother continued, "but at that time your father also found some information, and he became suspicious of what Song Lao had done. He didn't know whether his words were true or false, but there was no evidence. I agreed to the request, changed your identities secretly, and lost the sword without the Hongyan pen."

Elder Yan sneered: "Once Song Mingguang finds out that Xia Feng is investigating this matter secretly, he will probably find another excuse to silence him, just like he forced Ziping to death before supporting Xia Feng. What the Song family needs is obedient pawns."

"Changlin also took this into consideration before making such an agreement with Yiyang, no matter what, at least he must keep Ah Lin..." Niang said, "From the moment we were determined to find out the truth, we were all ready to meet you at any time." Prepare for the unexpected."

Mother and Elder Yan were talking, but I was full of sorrow and joy at the moment, and I didn't know what to say, or even what to think.

For the first time, I was so sure that I was loved by my family.

I am protected by them, and they are willing to go through fire and water by themselves in exchange for my safety.

I always thought that my father didn't like me, so he always scolded me for being worthless, and only liked Xia Yu, who was hardworking and motivated.

I always thought that Xia Yu hated me as much as my father did, and couldn't see me eating and waiting to die all day long. It was just because he was in a good mood or my father asked me to teach me some martial arts occasionally.

I always thought that it doesn't matter if they don't like me, anyway, I won't do anything in my life, I'm happy to be at ease, and it's good to be able to add trouble to them from time to time.

It's always been what I thought.

In the past, I only saw Xia Yu's beauty outside, but I was addicted to reading novels, not working hard enough, inferior but conceited, I often felt that I was incompatible with real life, and had some unrealistic fantasies, but I didn't know that the people around me were more than me. I work harder and live harder.

The misery and misery labels I used to put on my head were all shattered at this moment, and I finally fell into reality from the illusion I wove, and I was at a loss for a while.

Those who don't know are innocent because they didn't tell me.

As soon as the thought came up, I slapped myself.

I am ashamed of my shamelessness, when is it, I am still habitually avoiding, and want to shirk!What a wretch I am!

"... Ah Lin, are you alright?" Mother hurriedly grabbed my hand, afraid that I might think I was crazy.

I have something, I have a big thing, and this thing is about to overwhelm me.

No, not only is my heart getting more and more uncomfortable, I seem to be really out of breath.

I maintained what little consciousness I had left, and squeezed out a few words through my teeth in despair: "I... feel a little dizzy..."