My Lord, the princess doesn't want you anymore.

In this way, he came close to death countless times, and was full of hope countless times.

Every morning after waking up, as long as he found himself still alive, he would pray in his heart: "God bless, my mother today is my mother."

He couldn't understand why there were two completely different mothers when the mother was obviously the same person.

During one of his mother's uncontrolled accusations, he seemed to understand something.

He would rather remember the mother who loved him.

Perhaps, Xiao Qiushang just refused to accept the mother who wanted to kill him, refused to accept the mother who gave birth to him just to have him avenge her and die.

He only wanted the mother who loved him and longed for her love.

That was the only light he could grasp in the darkness.

That year, Xiao Qiushang was five years old.

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was strong. His mother hugged him gently and told him a very long story.

Mother didn't say who the protagonist of the story was.

He didn't ask, but he knew that his mother was telling her own story.

He listened very carefully, not missing a single word, and subconsciously felt that this was the last time in his life that he would hear his mother tell a story.

After the story was told, the mother changed again and began to torture him madly.

Just then, several men sneaked into the yard.

He stood up covered in blood, raised the Yinshuang Sword with his little hands, stood in front of his mother, and stared fiercely at the men in the yard in the dark.

Since he could walk, no matter which mother he had, he would teach him various martial arts, so he was not afraid of bad guys.

"Don't be afraid, mother. Shang'er will protect you."

Behind him, tears suddenly seemed to fall, dripping into his neck, hot.

The mother's warm breath came close to his ear, and she whispered softly, "Shang'er, be obedient. You must listen to your mother's words. You can't protect me, but with your current Qinggong, you can escape by yourself. So, no matter what happens later, you must not look back... Run now, take the Yinshuang Sword, and escape through the window! Go to Zhenguo and find Uncle De and Aunt Meng! Remember, you are not allowed to look back..."

Before the men entered the house, Li Moran had already thrown him out of the back window.

But he didn't run away, he just hid in a pile of graves.

He has always been an obedient child. His mother told him not to look back, and he did not look back.

But he could wait here, far away.

Maybe it was because they were too far away, but he didn't hear any sound in the house except the man's occasional roar.

There was no mother's voice.

Mom, should be okay, right?

Maybe those people are not bad guys?

He couldn't help but look back, and saw those people in the darkness looking for something.

"Are you two still having enough fun? Where's that little bastard? Come on, help find him!"

He suddenly thought of something and groped around to find the body of a little boy who had been dumped here yesterday. The body was about the same size as him.

With his excellent tracking skills, he quietly dumped the body into the ditch behind the cabin.

As soon as he turned to leave, he heard a man's voice behind him.

"There's a dead man here!"

"Looking at their ages, he's about the same age. I heard that this bitch often beats his son, so it's normal that he accidentally killed him."

"Okay, okay, let's go... It's so unlucky——"

It was not until a strong smell of smoke came from afar that he crawled out of the grave again.

The yard where he and his mother had lived for five years caught fire.

He saw, in the firelight, the men walked away cursing.

He could only see the back of one of them.

He rushed into the fire only after those people walked away, and then he vomited.

There was blood everywhere.

Is that still his mother? She had lost all her limbs and was thrown randomly in the yard.

My mother was completely naked, covered in blood, with at least thirty knife wounds. The blood between her legs was still flowing.

My mother's beautiful eyes were wide open and full of hatred, as if she was strangling him.

More than ten wounds deep enough to see the bones were cut into the ugly scars on his face.

That scene was forever engraved in Qiu Shang's young mind.

He stood blankly in the yard, without tears or even expression.

He only woke up when the fire came and burned his clothes.

He wanted to piece his mother's body together, but the fire was too big for him to get in.

All the good and bad things about my mother have become a thing of the past with the fire.

He only remembered that his mother told him to run and not look back at the last moment.

He only remembered that his mother loved him at the last moment of her life.

When she was suffering such inhuman torture, my mother didn't make a sound, for she was afraid that he would hear her and run back to save her.

It turns out that my mother really loves me...

He had a good memory, and the man's back was deeply engraved in his memory.

Before his mother died, she told him to go to Zhenguo to find Uncle De and Aunt Meng.

No one could imagine what a five-year-old child had to go through to walk from here to Zhenguo, thousands of miles away, to find two people he had never met before.

If it weren't for Du Zheng, he would have frozen to death in the snow and ice.

……

Li Mo never told anyone about his two mothers.

He didn't want to destroy the impression his mother had on the old people in Wuchen Palace.

Or maybe he himself had forgotten those bad things.

He only remembers the good things about his mother.

No matter how dark the night was, he only remembered the shining stars in the night sky.

The night gave him black eyes, but he used them to look for light.

……

"Mom shouldn't have written that note. That was the last straw that broke the camel's back for grandpa." Recalling these old things, Li Mo was unusually calm. "Mom regretted it until she died."

"It's never the last straw that breaks the camel's back." Li Weide turned his back and let his tears flow for a while. "I know the young lady. She wants the old palace master to completely forget about her, an unfilial daughter. She has no face to see the people of Wuchen Palace again. She just underestimated the old palace master's love for her."

Li Mo lowered his head, trying to keep himself calm.

"Ah my, hum~~~" Aunt Meng walked over at some point and glared at Li Weide.

Li Mo raised his eyes and showed his signature smile, "Aunt Meng, are you blaming Uncle De for bringing up the past again?"

He smiled and put his arms around their shoulders, took a deep breath, and pretended to be relaxed. "As for me, I've grown up. I'm not as fragile as you think...Okay, I'm leaving now. What delicious food did Aunt Meng prepare for me on the way?"

Aunt Meng pushed his hand away, angrily threw a bundle at him, snorted, and left.

Li Mo looked at his empty arms and said, "Well, it seems that Aunt Meng dislikes me and wants to drive me away."

"How could that be? Aunt Meng loves you so much!" Li Weide said, "Young Master, don't worry and go down the mountain. If you need us to do anything, we can send a letter back by flying eagle at any time. Be careful outside. By the way, remember to bring back the wife of the Valley Master next time... and..."

"I know, people get nagging when they get old..." Li Mo interrupted him and whistled, attracting a huge snow wolf. He patted its neck, jumped on it, leaned over and whispered in its ear: "Take me down the mountain, and I'll give you a living person to eat in two days."

The snow wolf's pupils straightened, it kicked its legs excitedly, and ran away.

"I'm leaving--" The wind blowing from the wolf's back blew the tears that had just flowed all over his face.

Aunt Meng suddenly turned around and looked at the place where Li Mo disappeared, without moving for a long time.

Some people are like this. No matter how dirty and dark the mud they grow up in, even if they are tortured to pieces by life, in their hearts, they will always chase the dazzling sunshine.

Maybe this is just a glimmer of light in the darkness, but he will turn this glimmer of light into a fire, strive to bloom, light up the entire starry sky, bring infinite light to himself and the people around him, and bring incomparably brilliant smiles.

The pain and sorrow are buried deep in your heart and digested slowly by yourself.

Aunt Meng's blurred eyes seemed to reappear the scene when she first met the young master——

A little girl in a bright red dress, with her hair tied into a bun with two red ribbons, stood in front of her, looking at her with her big eyes flashing, "Aunt Meng, my name is Qiu Shang, and I'm Li Mo Ran's son... but Du Zheng wants me to be his wife..."

As he spoke, Xiao Qiushang began to laugh.

He has a very nice smile, just like the young lady.

Just like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, creating slight ripples that start from the corners of my eyes and spread out in circles...