That year, Li Yongdao was 12 years old, and his father changed from writing books to a big bookseller, he was already a capable person, otherwise Yang Qin would not have taken a fancy to him at the beginning.

The original small courtyard has become a large courtyard, and there are many more people in the family, but they are not family members, but servants.

On that day, it was the time when the spring flowers were blooming, whether it was in the city or in the city, and a newcomer was ushered in at home. She is dressed in red, her delicate face is so beautiful that it makes people's hearts palpitate, her gentle eyes are like the spring water in the lake, and her fiery red clothes are like the fire, which makes people can't help but turn into moths. This is his stepmother, Hong Xing.

Li Yongdao felt very peculiar, this stepmother was so beautiful that he couldn't help but want to get close to him when he was in love. But that identity made him can't help but reject.

The atmosphere of the home, became quirky. The father's attention gradually began to shift, to the stepmother, and he was no longer so strict with Li Yongdao's reading, and he no longer cared about him as much as before.

Once, Lee Yongdao skipped school, which was the first time in his life that he skipped school. When he got home, he thought that his father would scold him and even punish him by making him kneel down in front of his mother's tablet and kneel all night to repent.

But no, my father didn't know about it at all. A few days later, my father still didn't know.

Lee Yongdao's heart was very depressed, and when he saw that his mother's tablet began to appear dusty, his frustration turned into anger.

The stepmother was not as vicious as the rumored stepmothers, but on the contrary, she cared about him. But he still couldn't stop being angry, and even unconsciously vented this anger on his stepmother.

He began to stop talking to his stepmother, even if his stepmother took the initiative to tell him, he just snorted impatiently and left quickly.

He brought his mother's tablet to his room, kept it carefully, and had to talk to his mother every day to tell him about his troubles. But what made him even more chilled was that a month had passed, and his father still hadn't found that his mother's tablet was no longer in his room.

He seems to have forgotten about his mother.

The sadness and coldness made Lee Yongdao even more angry.

He frantically waved the long song in his hand, and even chiseled a big tree at the waist. He got into a fight with his classmates, and five or six of his classmates were dismissing from the college. He confronted his father, stubbornly knelt on the ground and refused to beg for forgiveness, and knocked over the rice bowl secretly handed over by his stepmother.

He believes that the stepmother is a vixen, a vixen who seduces his father.

However, three months have passed, and a new vixen has reappeared. My father was obsessed with an Oiran and went there every day, and the glamorous stepmother was also snubbed, and her face was always full of smiles, but the charming smile gradually disappeared.

At this time, Li Yongdao began to introspect, and it was at this time that he began to understand. It turned out that the change of the father was not because of the arrival of the stepmother, but because the father had changed, so the stepmother came.

Apologetic, he began to approach the stepmother, awkwardly helping the stepmother to do something, but he found all kinds of reasons in his mouth. Unconsciously, the charming smile on the stepmother's face returned. Gradually, it seems that my father has become an outsider, and this family has unconsciously added one more person, and unconsciously one less person.

A month later, my father became seriously ill. I invited a lot of famous doctors, and last time I invited a real person from the Taoist temple, but it was useless.

Medicine does not die of disease, and father, his illness is not troublesome, trouble out of his body. His body was hollowed out.

A few days later, word came out that the Oiran was a vixen. A few days later, a fox was hanged at the gates.

It was the real person who treated his father. It is said that he is a member of the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

But all this is irreversible.

My father's old illness was not cured, and a new one was born. In just a few days, he was handsome and dashing. One night, in his sleep, he didn't take a breath and just went.

On that day, it was already autumn.

The fields are full of gold, the leaves are flying in the city, the sun is shining, but the wind is very cold and strong. In the city of songs, pedestrians rushed back and forth, and at the same time, they put on several layers of clothes, and began to become slightly bloated.

On that day, it happened to rain a lot last night. The roads are full of standing water, and endless fallen leaves are on the streets, on the rooftops, and in the courtyards. These fallen leaves are ugly, clinging to the ground, withered and yellow, and a decaying appearance.

Early in the morning, some servants got up and struggled to sweep away the fallen leaves, but many of them could not be swept up, so they could only be shoveled off one by one, which was very exhausting.

Li Yongdao also got up early, even earlier than these servants. At the first sound of the rooster's crow, he got up. By the moonlight, he danced in the courtyard. When the sky was light, he led his horse out of the city for a lap. When he returned, he washed up and began to read again.

He read not the Four Books and the Five Classics, which his father had always asked him to read, but the book of soldiers, which he liked and felt that could help him avenge himself.

There was a cry in his father's bedroom, he put down the book, but his heart was strangely calm, he went to the nearby bedroom, calmly watched his stepmother lying on the bed and crying bitterly, calmly watching his father, who was shaped like a skeleton, lying quietly like this.

He seemed to see the stepmother who had just come to this house when the spring flowers were blooming again. It was as if he had seen the father who had just left Yun Mengze and held his little hand tightly. He also saw his mother, no longer with a long tongue stuck out in the nightmare, but with a smile on her face, gently wiping the mud spots off his face with her fingers.

He thought he would be sad, but no, his heart was not stirred up in the slightest. No laughing, no crying.

On the day my father's body was cremated, many people came. There are businessmen, scholars, and some chivalrous people.

The master also came, he was a lonely old man, when he was young, he relied on brave martial arts to be a hundred generals, and killed more than a dozen Rong people with his own hands, because he broke his leg in the war, so he lived in poverty. Thanks to his father's help, his life began to improve, and at the same time he accepted Li Yongdao as an apprentice.

Li Yongdao could see that among all the people present, only the master was really sad because of his father's death, and the rest were acted, including his stepmother.

When my father didn't come home at night, my stepmother cried for several nights, and then it became calm again. Li Yongdao can see clearly that she is an amorous woman and a ruthless woman.

When she decided that she didn't love her father anymore, she really didn't love anymore.

His father's body was incinerated, and his ashes were taken by him to the river and scattered. I hope the wind can carry his ashes all the way to the south, to where his mother is. Hopefully, he would forget about these months and tell his mother that her son was so strong that even a cow could compare to him.

Li Yongdao took out his father's tablet and his mother's tablet, and carefully buried them together.

He returned home and dismissed all the servants, and when the old butler left, he let out a long sigh and said to him, "Young master, don't be too sad. ”

Sad?

Li Yongdao didn't feel how sad he was, but when he returned to this room alone, he suddenly realized that he had burst into tears at some point.

At night, he lay alone on the bed, wrapped the quilt tightly, and curled up tightly.

It's cold, it's really cold, even when it was the coldest last winter, it wasn't so cold.

My father is gone, and from now on, I will be left alone.

A pair of soft wattles suddenly stretched out from behind him, and their soft bodies hugged him tightly.

Twelve-year-old Lee Yong-dao thought he was strong, and when he was seven years old, he thought he would never cry again.

However, I didn't expect to cry twice today.

His stepmother, a woman named Hongxing, held her tightly in her arms and hugged his head hard.

He cried out bitterly: "Mother, mother......"