I'm struck by lightning and you may die

"You, a demon, swear by the human race's prayer, and you think I'm a fool! If it comes true, there will be a ghost!!!!" Tang Di wished he could spit old phlegm all over his face!

Jing Chuhu pretended to be surprised: "Oh, I was seen through~ But it's okay, it's not an important thing." He tapped the fan with his fan, and then said slowly: "My little friend, I think you are so boring, otherwise I will Now tell you the story I was going to tell you just now."

Before Tang Di could answer, he continued on his own:

"The story I'm telling is a bit clichéd. Every clichéd story must have the same beginning: a long, long time ago..."

Long, long ago, there was a silly boy.

This silly boy has been stamped by the fortune teller since he was born to be a disaster star.

Later, it was proved that this buddy's physique was indeed quite sad.

First, the village was flooded on the day he was born, and his mother gave birth to him desperately in a tub.It's hard to get out of trouble, he's fine, his mother caught a cold and died of a sudden illness and drove west.

He didn't even take a mouthful of warm milk.

Within two years, Naughty broke his leg.His father was only a son like him, so naturally he wanted to cure him even if he tried to sell everything.But as far as his family is concerned, the two pots his father smashed and the few catties of iron sold are not enough for him to pay for two medicines.Later, he failed to recruit, and sent his four-year-old sister out to a rich family as a child bride, so that he could save this leg.

In those days, there was no difference between the treatment of a child bride and a servant, and his sister died for no apparent reason within two months after being sent there.After many years, I didn't find out how the little girl died.But after this kid grew up, he realized that those young masters who live a carefree life always have some shady hobbies.

But at that time, the time has passed and the situation has changed, and there is no way to recover.

Later, the years were not peaceful, and there were bandits everywhere.Accompanied by his sick father who was about to burp at any time, this kid finally survived the hot summer when he was 15 years old.He thought he had managed to make it to the autumn when there was food to eat, but on the night of the second day after harvesting the food, the horse bandits who came down from the mountain slaughtered 280 people in the village overnight, and ran away with the food.

Only he and another playmate were left.

Because they went to hunt rabbits in the mountains, they got lost in the woods and couldn't find their way out.

This story sounds like a cliché for this story...

Well, it's actually really cliche.

It seems that tragic characters always have similar life experiences.

Sad and boring.

Back to the point.

Let's call that playmate Ajia, after all, he thinks it's not very pleasant for Ajia's mother to call Ajia the second donkey, and he doesn't remember any other serious name for Ajia.

Sometimes all it takes is one night to grow up.

It took less than twelve hours for him and Ajia to go from being poor to being truly alone.During these twelve hours, they exhausted their last bit of energy and buried the entire village.

A poor and quiet village became a miserable and bloody wild graveyard amidst the rising sun and setting in the west.

Ah Jia cried over several times, but he didn't shed a single tear.They slept one night in front of their parents' tombs, and were forced to leave their hometown the next day.

Day by day, I lived numbly, without despair or hope.

——They didn't know where the horse bandits came from and killed the whole village, so they couldn't talk about revenge; they had nothing but brute strength, and they could only look around for a living like beggars.

They talk about everything.

Of course, based on the knowledge of the two of them, there is nothing to talk about except money and food.When the only thing left in life is to find a way to live, all other imaginations about the future are to make up for the hunger in the stomach.The tacit understanding is that neither of them talked about the topic of death. Perhaps subconsciously, they still remember the old saying that there is no end to the sky, and there is no other possibility until you are alive.

Just when they thought they had to live like this every day, it was time for a change of luck——

Don't think too much, it's not a good thing.