Picked up a little dumb on the side of the road

In fact, it's no wonder that Wei Xun felt strange when he first heard this name. Who would choose the name so hastily?

However, if Xiao Yi's previous life is said to be sloppy, it is flattery.

He couldn't write at all, and he didn't have a name.

"Son, can you write? Hey, by the way, you're so smart! Dad can't read much, so he can write this one. You have to remember it."

At night, the dim light of the oil lamp could not clearly illuminate the facial features on Xiao's father's thin and sunken face.

But the big hand holding Xiao Xiaoxiao's pen can still be seen clearly. The protruding joints are only covered by a layer of leather.

It looked neither forceful nor gentle - just like his voice.

This is Xiao Yi's only and last impression of his father.

His surname is Xiao, and his father taught him to write this character.

Early the next morning, he saw his father's body being dragged away wrapped in a rotten mat. There was a big gash on his head, and there was blood all over the place.

The villagers said that it seemed that they had taken some medicine at night, fell from the edge of the field, and hit their head on a stone; when they were found in the morning, their bodies were stiff.

Xiao Yi didn't cry.

He was too young to have any idea about his father or death.

Later, when he arrived at Zuihuanfang, Xiao Yi realized that there is a blind medicine for happiness in this world——Wu Shi San, which is like a dream and an illusion, and it is easy to become addicted.

Since then, his mother has been tossing and turning under different men every night.

Xiao Yi at that time really didn't understand.

He only knew that the uncle brought back by his mother looked different every night, and the house was not clean, which often woke him up.

He lay on a pile of straw in the main room, wrapped himself in the torn cotton that was riddled with holes, turned over and continued to sleep.

When the man left in the morning, he would leave some scattered silver coins on the table, and his mother would give him a few copper coins and tell him to buy some food, and the rest would be put in a money bag and headed straight to the casino.

However, even such a day cannot be expected to last for a long time.

One morning my mother went out with the money and never came back.

That year, Xiao was sixteen years old.

He lay on the straw for three days but did not wait for his mother.Two days ago, I ate the last steamed bun in my arms that was already smelly.

So Xiao Yi left home, or that house.

He still didn't cry, he was just hungry and wanted to live.

A six-year-old boy who was supposed to act like a spoiled child on his mother's chest and laugh on his father's shoulder is now living on the street, so there is no other way to live.

At that time, people on the street called him a little beggar, or a little beggar.

It didn't matter to Xiao Yi, anyway, his father only told him his last name, and his mother never called him by his name, they just called him "Hello" and "little bastard", Xiao Yi didn't know what his name was at all.

Looking for food in the water bucket, grabbing a steamed bun with wild dogs and being chased all over the street.

Although Xiao Yi loved winter the most in the days to come, Xiao Yi at that time liked summer, not because he could eat some wild fruits in summer, but because the nights in winter were too cold.

That night, Xiao Yi saw a large pile of firewood at the corner of the wall, barely able to block the wind, and thought he was lucky, and finally had a place to sleep.

Early the next morning, he was awakened by a shrill female voice.

"Hey! Mother Yu, look, where did this little beggar come from? It's so dirty..."

Saying that, Xiao Yi opened his eyes, but saw two women standing in front of him.

A mid-aged lady of about 40 years old was well-dressed, and her charm was still there; the other was dressed as a maid, staring at herself with sideways eyebrows.

"These days beggars are not everywhere, just drive them away, and it's worth calling me."

After saying that, the woman in Huayi turned around and wanted to leave.

"I called him just now..." The girl who looked like a maid was a little unconvinced, "But this child didn't respond. I'm not afraid that it will be bad luck for him to die here!"

It was only then that Xiao Yi realized that he was chased by wild dogs for an unknown number of streets in the middle of the night last night. He was probably too tired and slept too deeply.

Fearing another severe beating, he hastily plucked the hair on his face, stood up, turned his head and was about to run.

"Wait." As soon as he turned around, the woman in Chinese clothes held him back, "Turn around and look up."

Xiao Yi's throat tightened, and he swallowed, knowing that it would be bad luck for him, and a beating would be inevitable.

Over the years, in order to have enough food, he did a lot of petty theft, and he was caught a lot; naturally, he was beaten a lot.

So he simply gave up and died early.

He turned around, raised his head and closed his eyes, waiting for the slap to come down, only to realize after a while that it seemed that a hand was slowly pushing away the hair sticking to his face.It's not the familiar big ear scraper.

He opened his eyes cautiously, and saw the woman in Huayi staring at his face.

"Little girl, how old are you?"

"I'm a boy, nine years old."

After living on the streets for three years, Xiao Yi has always used the sound of firecrackers in every household on New Year's Eve every year to remember his age.

The woman in Huayi pondered for a moment, "Come in with me, be obedient, and I'll give you something to eat."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and whispered a few words to the woman dressed as a maid beside him, then turned and left.

This woman is Yu's mother, the proprietress of Zuihuanfang, which the sour female voice spoke of, and the woman with the sour voice is her servant girl.

Yu's mother has stayed in the largest and most prosperous garden in this city for decades. She has never seen such a stunning woman, but she is still shocked by the dirty little face in front of her.

She couldn't help thinking, if such a face is a woman, if she grows up in the future, even if it is said to be "overwhelming", it may not be enough to describe it.

He was only nine years old, and he had no beard or knots, so he would look stunning as a little girl with such a face, as long as he kept silent, he would not be seen through.

From that day on, Mother Yu told the outside world that Xiao Yi was her adopted daughter who was born with a disease and was dumb.

Xiao Yi hesitated and couldn't say her own name, so she called Xiao Yi girl for fear of being suspicious by others, or to show her closeness.

She ordered Xiao Yi to be bathed and combed, and dressed as a woman.

It was also from that day that Xiao Yi became aware of his own appearance.

He entered the yard, saw the bronze mirror for the first time, and saw himself in the bronze mirror.

At first, he didn't care about his own attire. In his life these years, he only had the theme of eating and living, and he didn't have much idea about anything else. Only the child's ecstasy remained in his heart——

The room is so warm, and there is a bowl of hot noodle soup, you can use hot water for bathing...

Even the gods in the Nine Heavens are nothing more than that.

But in the following days, every day made him feel sick.

It is said that she is an adopted daughter, but in fact Xiao Yiyu is just a cheap cash cow in the eyes of her mother.

She had been in the romantic place for decades, and her eyes were right.

Even though Xiao Yi is just a little mute, and he does some rough work of serving tea and wine, it hasn't been long, but he has already attracted the attention of the dandies in the city.

They spend a lot of money, even if they can sneak in for a glimpse and have a sip of a small cup of wine, then they can brag about it with other dudes at tomorrow's party.

But a man who spends a lot of money to come to this kind of place, how can there be any modest gentleman.

After returning to bed at the end of the night, Xiao Yi would wash off the strong smell of alcohol on his body.

At that time, he already knew what disgust was, but he hadn't thought about leaving.

He always remembered how cold it was to be hungry on a winter night.

The cold stone slab was so hard, and the cold wind blew through his body, making every part of his body ache.

I also thought about resisting, but it was nothing more than a severe beating. When the person who beat him was leaving, he said viciously, "Mother Yu said, be obedient, and I will give you something to eat, and next time, I will beat you with the same couple." Shut ten hungry dogs into the woodshed together!"

After years of not speaking, Xiao Yi would startle himself when he occasionally made a sound. He could no longer speak a word coherently, and his voice was still hoarse.

As he grew older, he became more and more aware of his gender, and the shame in his heart became more and more turbulent.

Xiao Yi gradually discovered that he was always getting more and more angry day by day, as if a fire was about to burn him all.Anything can make him angry.But in two or three years, he even dreamed that these people were all dead, burnt up, clean.

Drunken Huanfang customers come like a cloud, in an endless stream. Xiao Yi has heard that many people are like this before they lose their minds. They have nightmares again and again, and they can't control their emotions.

So he realized that he couldn't stay here for a day, and the older he got, the more he couldn't control his anger. He was afraid that if he stayed here, he would go crazy sooner or later.

When his father and mother left one after another, when he was a little beggar and snatched food from the dog's mouth, he lived humblely and worked hard in such hardships, not to live a lunatic.

I also heard from those benefactors who came and went that there is a group of immortals in this world who can go to the sky and enter the earth for several days and nights without food or sleep, calling the wind and rain, catching ghosts and subduing demons, omnipotent.

Flick your fingers and you'll be ruined.

Xiao Yi yearns so much, he always feels that if he can be that kind of fairy, he will no longer feel hungry or cold, and no one can bully him anymore, force him to pretend to be a girl, play tricks on him, and make him angry.

Once a heart cannot be closed, a person can no longer be closed.

Xiao Yi no longer cared about lying to children who locked up in the woodshed and enlarged the dog.

At first Ben was a bit apprehensive, but after running a few more times and being beaten a few more times, he realized that it was just some flesh wounds, and they didn't dare to really do anything to him, after all, they were still waiting for him to make money.

This thought can relieve my fear, but it can't eliminate my anger.

On this day, Xiao Yi ran away again.

This time, he learned from the benefactor that a group of immortals had come to the town, so he decided to try his luck.This time he was determined not to go back, because he would either be beaten to death, or driven crazy if he went back, he felt that he might rather be beaten to death.

He fled as usual, and the caretaker raised in the garden quickly chased him over.

After going around in the street many times, Xiao Yi saw a group of people gathered around the entrance of an inn, and he vaguely felt that the immortal must be inside.

Xiao Yi could only jump up and down in the crowd to avoid the stick, and desperately found that there was no such fairy as the benefactor mentioned in the crowd.

Until someone appeared in the crowd wearing a light blue brocade robe with wide sleeves.

Stepping on the bell, not stained with dust.

Xiao Yi felt that there was a beam of light on that person.

For some unknown reason, most of the anger that had accumulated in his chest that made him breathless seemed to have dissipated; lying at the man's feet, he didn't even feel the pain when he was beaten.

Xiao Yi couldn't remember how long it had been since he couldn't feel any emotions other than anger and resentment, but at this moment he clearly felt the longing that he couldn't hide in his heart.

He thought of a lot of rhetoric to let the immortal take him away, but he couldn't even speak when he opened his mouth. He could only stammer a few words, and wanted to cry anxiously, but his eyes were like years of desert, which could not be squeezed out. A drop of water comes.

Wei Xun, do you know that as long as you stretch out your hand and pat me on the back, the anger and resentment that haunt me all day seem to disappear, leaving nothing behind.

Wei Xun, do you know that as long as I am in your arms, I can sleep comfortably.

Wei Xun, do you know how happy I was when you picked up that piece of rice paper from the ground that day, saw my scribbles on the paper, and called me Xiao Yi.

I finally have my own name, no longer a girl, not a symbol like a little bastard or a little beggar, but a name you gave me.

I can finally let you remember my name.