The 2518th Chapter Hate (1)

Before meeting Master, Li Xiaowei's memory was full of cold, hunger and pain.

He didn't know why he did this, and he didn't know why his father abandoned him and his mother.

Since he was sensible, he has never seen his father. He has always been raised by his mother alone. In the first memory, his mother is a beautiful and gentle woman. Li Xiaowei believes that all descriptions in this world describe A woman's beautiful words belong to her mother.

But as time went by little by little, he watched his mother helplessly wither away little by little under the ravages of time and life.

The once beautiful and gentle woman lost her beauty and dignity in a cruel life, and she had to work on Sundays to support her children and herself.

Li Xiao Wei Wei always remembered that in the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, his mother still had to wash the clothes for the neighbors by the river. The snow in winter was so piercing, but his mother endured all this silently. Xiaowei has cried in front of her, and she has never complained, no matter how hard or tired she is, she always hugs her son with the warmest smile when she comes home.

She keeps saying...

Mother is not hungry.

Mother is not tired.

Mother is not sleepy.

Li Xiaowei grew up in such an environment. He never asks for anything from his mother. Since he was sensible, he helped his mother to make money and make a living.

The other children started learning vindictiveness and magic early, but he could only go up the mountain with a backpack to dig wild vegetables to wrap his belly.

He is not envious, he feels that what he has is already the best.

He has such a gentle mother, which is already a gift from God to him.

So, he never complained.

Watching his mother's back bend a little bit, watching the face that he regarded as the best looking withered a little bit, the young Li Xiaowei was at a loss. He didn't know what he could do to be able to do it. Save the mother withering speed.

God always reveals its cruelty inadvertently. In the winter of this year, his mother fell ill.

After being sick for several months, Li Xiaowei emptied everything in the family, sold everything that could be sold, and bought medicine for his mother, but still did not stop his mother's condition from worsening.

"I'm not hungry, mother, don't talk, you have a good rest." Li Xiaowei squatted in front of the bed, looking at her mother's mutilated face, tears flashing in her eyes.

The piercing pain spread throughout his body.

He still clearly remembered that on such a snowy day, his mother left him forever.

It was the most painful memory of his life.

"Silly child, follow me, I will suffer you... If your father knew that you are so sensible, he would definitely be proud of you." The weak woman looked at her son sadly, her only sustenance.

This is Li Xiaowei's mother, and his father is mentioned for the first time.

"Child, if I'm gone, you will go to the imperial capital to find your father... He is a member of the Xuanwu family, you go to him, the head of the Xuanwu family will take care that you are the flesh and blood of their family and will not let you continue to suffer. It's over." The woman choked up, no matter how hard or tired she was, she never went to that man once, she has her own dignity, but now, she knows that her time is short, her children are still so young, No one can take care of them.