Seven bitter flowers

My name is Ding Xiu.Ding Ding Ding Ding, Axiu's embroidery.My master, my wife, me... and that person, they all call me that.

Of course, I used to have another name, Mo Sheng.

However, I don't really like the name.

My name is different from that of my older brothers and sisters, and it is not arranged according to the roster in the family tree. According to the roster, I should be called Mo Wanjun, the gentle Wan, the gentleman's jun.It's a very heroic name.

But when A Niang gave birth to me, she had dystocia and almost died.According to the nanny Zhang Ma, although she saved her life later, her bones still fell ill.When I knew something, I remember that I could often see A Niang sitting in the yard wearing my father's fur cloak and watching him practice sword.Although the weather is already very warm.

Maybe it's because of this, when I named my son, my father said that my horoscope is too hard, and the name should be softer, so he called me Mo Sheng.

Mo Sheng, my name.

Later, when I went to the mountain with my master and my wife, I lay on the bed at night, and I often whispered A Niang and A Dae in my mouth. With a smile, even though I was young at that time, I also knew that A Niang loved me the most.But Dad is different, Dad never calls me A Sheng, he even rarely calls me by my name, and when he calls me, he calls me Mo Sheng.

Mo Sheng, Mo Sheng.

I know that Dad didn't mean it that way, but when I recited such a name 20 years later, it sounded like a fate and God's will.God's will is like a knife.

It’s just that when I was still called A Sheng, I didn’t know much about these things, because the days when I was called A Sheng were only a little over four years, which were short and vague four years.

Before I saw that person again 20 years later, I never thought that in these short and vague four years, a seed had been planted by such a coincidence.

A small seed that can grow into a towering tree.

That should be 23 years ago, I can't remember the day clearly.That day, my fourth birthday, my parents took us to the mountain to worship Bodhisattva.

That day, my father and mother took me and my brother and sister to climb the mountain together.My mother said she wanted to see the sunrise, so we all got up early, but I couldn’t wake up, so my father called a car and took me up the mountain. My brothers and sisters climbed the mountain, and I was alone. Sleeping comfortably inside, they must all be envious to death.

Later, when I reached the top of the mountain, it was my mother who woke me up. As soon as I got out of the carriage, I looked up and saw a golden light coming in from the misty sky. It was so dazzling that I closed my eyes.Later, A Niang said, this is the sunrise on the mountain.It's a pity I didn't see any of them.

I just remember that in the golden light, I heard a child's voice behind me: "Is this sunlight sweet?"

The voice was a little low, not like a very small child.I squinted my eyes and looked back, and saw two children standing not far behind, one taller and one shorter.According to my intuition, the one who spoke just now should be the taller and thinner one, because his voice is a bit cold, it must not be the fat little boy next to him.

I want to see what he looks like, but under the golden light, he seems to be covered with a layer of fluffy golden light, and I can only see clearly. His eyes are very dark, like swirls, The kind of bottomless black.

The author has something to say:

⊙﹏⊙b Khan, I haven’t updated it for a long time, but I’ve been writing, but I didn’t dare to post it, because these chapters are really an important turning point in this article, where many clues will meet and turn, leading One shot moves the whole body, constantly changing.So I want to post it after writing it all. O(∩_∩)O~ please forgive me

In the past two days, I am going to write an outline of clues, but I think it is better to use time as a clue, or use events as a clue, or I should write wherever I want. . . . . .Give me an opinion. . . .I'm lonely by myself (to finger)

Well, in the past two days, I have adjusted the atmosphere and published two extra articles. It is estimated that there will be two. Waiting for Qing's long hair to reach his waist. . .There is also the first life Chang'an, which should be in the next volume. . . .

I have divided these two articles into several sections, and the words may be a bit short. . . o(╯□╰)o