C41 The Memory of Time(part I)

In the blink of an eye, four years had passed, and Ming Fengqiu's height had grown by a lot, becoming like an adult. In these four years, he constantly fumbled with the things on the booklet, and even though he did not manage to break through his Innate Stage, he had gained a lot, at least he had a direction to work hard on.

In this year's small courtyard, there was only one person left by his side, it was Xuan. Ming Ding and Couple went home to visit their children, and the filial grandson was left behind to raise the heavens, and he didn't want anyone else to enter his small courtyard, so they were alone.

Although he knew that Little Master was a fighter, he had never really seen Ming Fengqiu practice martial arts because Ming Fengqiu practiced while other people were sleeping. Ming Fengqiu went back to the practice room to practice inner strength when others were awake, so not to mention Xuan, even Old Uncle Ming Ding rarely saw Ming Fengqiu practice martial arts.

Ever since Xuan came, he was afraid to practice martial arts. He was afraid of scaring the timid kid, so he didn't play with a gun for a long time.

It took Xuan two years of careful teaching to understand a lot of things.

At first, he only remembered that he had been adopted by an old beggar. After the old beggar who called him grandfather died, he had spent his days begging by himself. At the bottom of the mountain, there was a thatched hut left behind by an old beggar.

He thought he was going to die there. Not long after, the other children were caught by the man and locked in the cave, and the man went to beat the other children, because he was beaten, and he was used to it. He did not cry or beg, he only secretly wept, the cries and pleas of the children were loud, but the man was happy.

Later on, some of the children disappeared, and he did not know where they all went. The bandit would give him food whenever he thought of it, but if he could not remember, he would starve, but he was used to it.

Another big boy had been caught that day and had been locked up with him in a cave. The big boy looked sturdy and unconscious on a pile of grass, and for the first time he mustered the courage to fill a bowl with water to feed the big boy. There was nothing else in the cave, the water was still in his control.

However, just as he was about to feed the water, the older child opened his eyes. He didn't even see clearly before he habitually dropped the bowl, shrank into a corner, and hugged his head.

He knew that children like him were not to be disliked. Since he was growing up, every time he was bullied by children, those people would beat him or scold him, so he only thought, once this big kid had beaten him up, he would retrieve the bowl. He had seen that big kid before, and he was very good-looking, so he believed that the vicious people would give him food and drinks.

He waited for the pain that he was used to, but was poked by someone. He shrank his body, was poked again, he shrank again, poked once more until there was no room for him to hide, he trembled in fear. Did this older child want him to have nowhere to hide, then he would act? The more he thought about it, the more scared he became, and the more he trembled.

Afterwards, he was touched on the head and said a few words. He didn't listen to much, but later on, he was picked up. This was the first time in his memory that he was hugged by someone, a warm embrace.

One of the children who had been carried out said that he was going to throw himself away with his older child in his arms, because the monster had come back, and he was a burden.