C2

Early in the morning, the sky was just a bit bright. Beside the Giant Deer Mountain in the southwest mountains, the loud and clear chirping of chickens woke the villagers of Stone Village up. Then the whole world seemed to come alive. The villagers opened their wooden door and the squeaky, naughty little dog accidentally jumped into the chicken coop, causing the sound of chicken wings to echo back and forth. The entire world began to move. Smoke rose from the houses of the villagers one after another, indicating the start of a new day.

Unknowingly, younger sister Xi had already lived here for ten years. From her initial unaccustomed state to now being one with the villagers, she also very much enjoyed living here. With the help of his outstanding female students in the palace, he could still get enough food for himself and his children.

The boy's surname was' Bu ', and his name was' Bu '. This was her hope as a mother. Names and wishes are the only thing a helpless mother can do for her child.

But hope for a weak person would only make her more miserable.

Stone Village was just one of tens of thousands of small mountain villages in the southern mountains. Here the people come out day after day, and the sunset returns, continuing the simplest way of life that has begun at the beginning of the reign of Guillaume. Because it was so remote and far away from the battlefield, the people here were simple and unsophisticated. They didn't like fighting, so even sisters could temporarily forget about their past and live their lives comfortably here.

On the east side of the village, under a willow tree, beside a stone bridge, a young girl was playing house with a boy. A unique straw hat made from willow branches was thrown onto the ground. From time to time, the little girl would look at the smoke coming out of the smoke coming out of the smoke coming out of the smoke coming from the kitchen and going back to eat. Because she was having fun, the signal to eat made her feel anxious and impatient. "Big brother Bu Ku, can you come to my house in the afternoon to see my father kill an ox?" The girl asked tentatively.

"Okay," the boy replied in his own cool voice. The boy was Bu Ku with a delicate and pretty face. The moment he opened his mouth, two of his beautiful canines were revealed. His temperament and tone gave others a comfortable feeling. As Bu Ku had been strictly requested by his sister since he was young, he naturally looked different from the children of these mountains.

The girl's name was Shi Min, the daughter of village chief Shi Da Kai. Only after hearing the affirmative answer did the girl heave a sigh of relief, bouncing and holding onto Bu Ku's small hand as she headed back home.

They were the only two children in Stone Village, so when they were young, whether it was fishing, catching birds, or playing all sorts of games when they were young, they were all together, better than siblings.

In front of his house, Shi Da Kai's muscular body didn't fit in with the dilapidated wooden door. He was about to shout for the girl to eat when he saw two black dots jumping in the distance. Only then did he suppress the shout he had just made. Seeing his father's figure, Shi Min unconsciously let go of Bu Ku's hand, and his face slightly flushed. Bu Ku only showed a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

Five years ago, Shi Min lost his way in the mountains, and unluckily, he went into the cave of a female wolf that had just given birth to a little wolf. Without saying anything, the female wolf that was protecting the little wolf chased Shi Min all over the mountain. That day, Bu Ku happened to meet Bu Ku who was roasting something by the fire. When Bu Ku saw Shi Min running toward him, he immediately pulled out a burning poker from the burning fire and rushed forward. He shielded Shi Min behind him and swung the torch in front of the she-wolf's eyes. Even though it was just a six or seven year old child, the courage it had when it rushed over still frightened it to the point of stopping. It did not dare to approach the torch and could only reluctantly circle around, scratching at the ground with its claws. After the stalemate for a while, the female wolf saw that Bu Ku did not have any intention of relaxing and did not want to waste any more time. She turned around and left step by step.

Since that day when Bu Ku saved Shi Min, Shi Min turned red when he saw Bu Ku. Although he was a child of ten, his mother had forced him to read many historical books since he was a child. In addition, his intelligence had far surpassed that of ordinary people since he was a child, so he understood Shi Min's meaning. However, Bu Ku had been taught his own knowledge by his sister, and he had also learned his own identity. However, Bu Ku had been taught his own knowledge by his sister, and he had also learned his own identity.

"Hello, Uncle Shi," Bu Ku took the initiative to greet Shi Da Kai. The stone villagers were all calm and collected, and Shi Da Kai was even less talkative. Every time he heard the polite greeting of "Uncle", he would constantly scratch his head and try his best to smile brilliantly, not knowing how to reply. Seeing this, the playfulness in Bu Ku's heart was also seduced. He joked, "Uncle Shi, you have to make a decision. Little Shi Min threw her snot on me again, and told me that she was the one who did it. If this goes on, I won't be able to get any clothes on." Shi Da Kai's smile became even more embarrassing and he kept looking at his daughter who was already shyly lowering her head. Although he knew that Bu Ku was just joking, it was true that his daughter had a runny nose. He finally laughed awkwardly, but just as he was thinking of how to reply, he discovered that Bu Ku had already walked far away with his back facing him as he waved. He couldn't help but shake his head at his own foolishness.

As Bu Ku was on his way home, the smile on his face unknowingly vanished. What replaced it was endless helplessness and pain. Since Bu Ku could remember, he already knew his identity. But every day, his mother would wake up with a cold sweat all over her face, causing him to feel extremely uncomfortable. Since he could remember, his mother had never shown him any respect. He had never even seen her smile, not even on New Year's Day. However, he was his mother after all, and the reason for his life.

'Prince '? He laughed at himself. It had been five years, but his mother still hadn't forgotten her identity. This meant that she was destined to not live happily. Even if he was able to finish reciting the [Three-Character Classic] within three days and get praise from his teacher for his promising future, he had never seen his mother smile before. This further strengthened Bu Ku's resolve to walk out of the mountain. No matter what identity he had, he still wanted to see his "cheap" father.

As he neared the house, he could clearly hear the creaking of the loom. This made his heart feel happy. At least his mother was still busy at the moment and no one was in a daze. Did you play with Little Min again? The rice is in the pot, next time remember to come early. " Seeing that her son had returned home, the younger sister quickly explained what she had prepared beforehand. The house then sunk into silence again, with only the sound of the loom cracking. With a wry smile, Bu Fang nodded and headed toward the kitchen.

Looking at his son's lonely back, the sister's eyes began to turn red, her heart was filled with endless pain. She also knew that she was too cold for her son, but she just wanted to make him hate her, because she knew that she wouldn't be able to stay with him for too long. People had underestimated the Empress's intentions, and for someone who had already enjoyed his rights, he wouldn't let his potential enemy grow healthy. The younger sister happily thought that this was the only way for Bu Ku and her to be able to part from each other in the future.

It had been a long time since he had a meal with his mother. It had been so long since he had eaten together that he had gotten used to it. On the contrary, he had never complained to his mother before.

After the meal, Bu Ku habitually washed the wok and bowl clean. He glanced at his mother who was still weaving with his slanted eyes. He forced a smile as he turned around and walked in the direction of Shi Min's house.

Although he was mentally mature, a child still had an impulse to kill a cow.