ungrateful

The author has something to say: Open a new article~~ I am afraid that everyone will not see it in the copy, so I will reiterate: 1. It is a change of literature, so Zhenggong Yanhuai will appear later, I hope you don’t worry; 2. It is a change of literature , So I am subject to uncleanness, I hope friends who mind will stop losses here.

Ji An was not originally called Ji An.

His family was poor, his parents didn't know a few words, and he was weak when he was born, so he was named Ji Ping'an, which meant to hope that he would be safe and happy all his life.

However, Ji An's life is not at all as his parents hoped, there is no peace, no joy, and it is full of hardships and sufferings.

In the autumn of the second year after he was born, his father fell ill and almost died. Although he was rescued later, more than half of his body was gone, and he could no longer do heavy work.

When he was six years old, his mother bled profusely during the delivery of her second child, killing both of them, and even the doctor didn't come.The midwife came out of the dilapidated house with her hands stained with blood, and said to his father first: "The money agreed to deliver the baby must still be paid."

Women who give birth are unlucky, men are not allowed to enter the blood-stained delivery room, and Ji An didn't even see his mother for the last time.

The last bit of savings was taken advantage of by the midwife, and the family was so poor that they couldn't afford a coffin, so a straw mat was his mother's shelter.

The funeral was extremely sloppy, and Ji An only remembered that there were broken paper lanterns hanging at home for a while, and he never saw his mother again.

Then his father started drinking heavily.

Ji An didn't understand anything, he was just hungry, he cried and told his father that he wanted to eat, in exchange for a beating.

His father's body has been very weak since the illness, and the poor-quality wine has emptied his foundation, but the fist still hurts, Ji An was so frightened that he cried and called him not to eat, and begged his father not to hit him up.

He huddled in the corner, crying until his voice became hoarse. No matter what, he couldn't figure out why the father who would tease him with straw gadgets suddenly changed.

Changing is changing, Ji An has lost his mother this year, lost his love, and lost his food and clothing.

Starvation and beatings became the norm.

Later, the aunt next door couldn't see it and gave Ji An a bite to eat.

After struggling for a year, Ji An learned to cook on the grass dumpling and guard the pot.

However, his father's alcoholism became worse and there was often not much food in the rice tank at home, so Xiao Ji'an could only cook wild vegetables to eat.

It's tasteless and not full. His father gets angry when he drinks too much, and beats him when he gets angry.

He was so young, pale and emaciated from hunger, every night he hid in a corner and cried secretly, not daring to let his father hear or see him, otherwise he would be beaten.

Another year passed. In the winter when Ji An was eight years old, on the night when the dripping water turned into ice, his father drank too much and walked home, and fell into a snowdrift. When someone found him the next day, he was already frozen. .

After Ji An got the letter, he numbly went to collect his father's body.

People around were pointing at him, Ji An heard some people say that he was pitiful, and some people said that he didn't need to be beaten after all, but no one helped him.

His father was skinny and skinny, but he still couldn't handle an adult. Finally, Ji An gave up, shrinking his thin body into a small ball, and sat beside his father's body, his whole body was frozen stiff .

He wondered blankly, what are we doing alive, otherwise I would freeze to death here.

Then he heard someone say: "I bought you, you come back with me and be my bookboy."

Ji An raised his head and looked at the luxuriously dressed young master in front of him. His lips were so cold that his lips were trembling and he couldn't speak. After a while, he knelt up, kowtowed, and said, "Thank you, young master."

Xin Chi only spent thirty copper coins, which was not enough for his usual calligraphy practice paper, so he bought a little book boy and went back.

He asked his servants to find a place to bury the bookboy's father, and carved a monument out of wood. He watched the little bookboy kowtow three times numbly and calmly, before he asked, "How old are you?"

Ji An's hands and feet were stiff from the cold, his movements were slow, his voice was trembling, and he replied honestly: "Eight years old."

Xin Chi let out a "huh" and asked again, "What's that called?"

This is the weather that can freeze people to death at night. Ji An stayed up for an hour and was almost unbearable, but he was still kneeling, with his head down, not daring to look at Xin Chi's face. His voice was very low, and he replied : "My name is Ji Pingan."

Xin Chi said that the word "Ping" in his name is not good, it violated his grandmother's name taboo, so let's go.

So Ji An changed his name from Ji Pingan.

Ji An, Ji An, read it quickly, and the two words joined together, as if calling him "bitch".

But Xin Chi seemed to only care about his grandmother's name taboo, and never thought of Lianying, so he just gave his name.

Ji An accepted it calmly.

He thought, this name is worthy of him, a poor life, if it weren't for the young master, he would have died.

Xin Chi was ten years old when he took Ji An in. His family was in official business, and there were relatives who were high-ranking officials in Beijing as backers, so the Xin family had a very high status in the village. Even the magistrate What a respect.

He was the eldest grandson of the family, and he had high hopes. It was the first time he went out to do business with his father, and when he came back, he picked up Ji An in this poor village passing by.

Ji An's family was poor and desolate, and he had nothing decent. He buried his father and never returned home, so he followed Xin Chi away.

Master Xin and Xin Chi were in a carriage, surrounded by thick cotton curtains, and a charcoal stove was burning inside, which was very warm.

Xin Chi saw that Ji An was freezing and his little face was blue, so he called out "Father" respectfully, seeing that Master Xin had no intention of objecting, he said to Ji An, "Come up and warm up for a while."

The carriage is luxurious, and the cushions are all satin, embroidered with gorgeous and intricate embroidery.

Ji An struggled in the snow and cement ground, his body was extremely dirty, he looked down at the mud on his worn shoes and the dirt that couldn't be washed off under his nails, knelt down and knelt on the ground in the corner of the carriage, and said : "Thank you master, thank you young master."

Mr. Xin was looking at the account books, and he didn't give a damn about the doll getting on the car. Only Xin Chi gave a "hmm", as if he was satisfied with his understanding.

Only then did Ji An relax a little bit, and rubbed his fingers slightly to relieve the cold that couldn't be driven away from his body.

It's too warm in this carriage. Ever since his mother died, Ji An hasn't stayed in such a warm place in winter.

He didn't know if he was lucky, his nose was red from the heating in the carriage, and he gritted his teeth so he didn't cry.

It took a long time before Ji An's limbs that were numb from the cold finally recovered, and he had the courage to quietly raise his eyes to take a look at the young master who bought him.

Xin Chi was resting with his eyes closed, his brows were raised, his face was very cold and hard, and he was not easy to get along with. One glance at Ji An made him feel flustered.

Xin Chi probably noticed Ji An's eyes, opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on Ji An.

With a casual glance, Ji An's heart shuddered.

He felt that those eyes were the same as those in the village, they looked down on him and didn't want to see him.

But then Xin Chi smiled at him, the corners of his mouth slightly curved up a little, then closed his eyes again, and continued to rest.

From this moment on, Ji An came alive.