The Demon Lord's Beginning Be Manual

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The rain was still heavy, and the window sill was crackling. Xie Yang didn't sleep soundly this time, as if he was deliberately dragged by someone. He dreamed of the time when he still had A Niang many years ago.

It was an evening in late autumn, and there were only two or three pedestrians on the road, who came and went in a hurry, and it was desolate.When Xie Yang came back from the outside against the strong wind, it was just in time for Xiejiabao's curfew, and the gate was about to close. He tried to squeeze through with his thin body sideways, but was stopped by two guards who were about to change their guards.

One of them had a bad tone and pushed him directly: "What are you doing! Didn't you see that the door is closing?"

He hadn't eaten anything all day, his feet slipped, and he almost missed the hard-earned food.

Xie Yang was so exhausted, he still tried his best to smile cutely at the two of them: "I want to go home, good brother, please let me go..."

"Yo! Isn't this our young master?" Another guard pretended to be exaggerated and gave the predecessor a hand, "Hurry up, hurry up, make way for the young master!"

Xie Yang pretended not to hear, and whispered: "Thank you."

But the previous guard didn't intend to let him go. He looked taller, looked down at him and said, "You didn't eat? Speak up!"

Xie Yang doesn't like this look, but anyone in Liangzhou City can look at him like this.

The night wind was picking up, and the thin clothes that were already thin couldn't protect him from the cold. He was shivering from the cold, and he just wanted to go in quickly.

He simply gritted his teeth and said, "Thank you."

Anyway, it's not that I haven't said it before.

"louder!"

"Thank you!"

"Hahahahahaha..."

He yelled several times at the top of his voice, until the two guards also felt cold before letting him in.

Xie Yang was afraid that they would repent, so he hurriedly sneaked in, but the door was too small, even though he was thin enough, he accidentally cut his cuff by a protruding rivet.

"Hurry up, miss the time, Madam will ask you to look after me!"

Urging voices sounded behind him, Xie Yang was pushed again, and immediately sniffled, but he was not wronged, but was distressed about the clothes—this was sewn by Aunt herself, and it was the only one he hadn't patched. clothes.

In the yard, a few maidservants who were watching the show saw him coming, and hurriedly avoided him.Only then did he realize that there were still many people in the yard, so he hurriedly wiped his face, and ran towards the backyard with his food in his arms.

He can't cry, can't embarrass A Niang, can't make that other person look down upon him.

There was a hut next to the firewood house in the backyard of Xie's house, and he could recognize the figure that was faintly discernible in the night in front of the house.

"Mother!" Xie Yang ran over and handed over the things in his arms excitedly, "Mother, I'm hungry."

Luan Muyun saw him from a distance, so she put down the clothes in her hands, wiped her wet hands off her apron, and greeted him with open arms: "No hurry, run slowly!"

"Aniang, your hands are so cold, your face is also so cold..." Xie Yang dragged Luan Muyun into the room, and put her hands in his arms to warm them.

Although the dilapidated house is small, at least it can withstand the wind and sand. The mother and son rubbed each other's hands to warm their hands. Then Xie Yang said: "Aniang, I have the strength to make money now. You have old illnesses, so don't wash so many clothes all the time."

Luan Muyun smiled and said: "It's okay, Auntie is also idle when she is idle."

The moment she raised her eyes, she caught a glimpse of wet tears on her son's chin, so she touched his face distressedly and asked, "Are they bullying you again?"

"No." Xie Yang tilted his head to avoid her hand, and said awkwardly, "My father is the owner of Xiejiabao, they dare not!"

After hearing these words, Luan Muyun didn't speak, and turned around to pack up the food his son worked so hard to get. After putting it away, his eyes became more and more dry.

Xie Jiabao is famous in Liangzhou City. The owner of the castle, Xie Duxian, has contributed a lot. Everyone says that he loves the world, but there is only one thing - he doesn't love his wife Luan Muyun.

In the early years, the Luan family also had some influence, and the two got married because of the matchmaker's advice. They were originally well-matched, but Xie Duxian only loved a brothel girl, which really insulted the family tradition.The grandfather is away, and the grandmother is in charge of the house.Xie Duxian had been subjected to all the family laws, but he still didn't let go. Originally, the matter came to an end, but the old grandmother listened to someone's slander. On the eve of the wedding, a cup of acacia powder was delivered to Xie Duxian. Mu Yun hated it even more, because the old lady married that brothel girl right after her death.

The brothel girl is domineering, relying on Xie Duxian's love and lawlessness, Luan Muyun was almost crushed into the mud, she wanted to go home, but the Luan family had already fallen, at that time Luan Muyun was still pregnant with Xie Yang and had nowhere to go, She had no choice but to stay at Xie's house and become a washerwoman who was not even as good as a servant.

She had lost her girlish fantasies about Xie Duxian long ago, but Xie Yang did - he just wanted to grow up quickly, waiting for that man to look at him high, not for anything else, just because Xie Duxian had never played over him.

He took that as kindness.

"Cough cough cough..."

A burst of coughing brought Xie Yang back to his senses in an instant, he ran to Luan Muyun's side, and asked with concern: "Aniang, are you sick again?"

Luan Muyun put down the radish that was being peeled in her hand, and said, "It's getting cold too quickly, maybe I caught a cold accidentally, it's okay."

But Xie Yang refused to let go: "No! Last time I caught the cold, I suffered a lot. You have to take medicine!"

After speaking, he rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find them.

The place is so big, he turned everything upside down in a short while, and he was also panting tiredly.

"Stop making trouble," Luan Muyun smiled, put the steaming food on the table, and greeted him, "Aren't you hungry, come and eat."

"Oh..." Xie Yang responded, unwilling to say, "Tomorrow I will go buy medicine for Aunt."

Luan Muyun nodded and looked at him lovingly.

Xie Yang is not a child, and he is starting to feel ashamed. Being looked at by such eyes makes him feel uncomfortable. Seeing his helplessness, Luan Muyun suddenly feels cute, so he covers his face and laughs: "Auntie's Yang Yang has grown up."

Xie Yang blushed, and turned away angrily, but Yu Guang followed her closely, unwilling to leave.

Years of hard work made Luan Muyun not like herself. Her hands were already rough, her face was withered and yellow, and her hair was often messy. This made her dare not look up at people or speak loudly, but in Xie Yang's eyes , she is the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Yangyang," Luan Muyun said, "do you still remember the song that Auntie taught you to sing?"

She pointed to the bowl on the table - there was no oil in it, only a few pieces of white radish floating quietly.

After finishing speaking, regardless of Xie Yang, he began to sing softly.

"Little radish, little radish, white and tender, fragrant and sweet little radish, eat the little radish, and Yang Yang will grow taller..."

Xie Yang's lips moved.

"Aniang is coaxing me like a child again." He said dissatisfied.

In the middle of the night, the wind suddenly became stronger, and the tiles on the roof were blown loudly. Xie Yang opened his eyes unbearably disturbed, but saw that the lamp was still on, and Luan Muyun was sitting under the poor wax head. Repair Xie Yang's clothes...

Xie Yang was half asleep and half awake, he didn't want to break the tranquility, so he kept his original posture and painted Luan Muyun's shadow on the wall.

At this time, Luan Muyun took the clothes and coughed again, it didn't pass away like before, but it became more intense.

Finally, Xie Yang was completely awake.

"Aniang! Are you okay!" He ran to Luan Muyun, wanting to help her slightly curved spine, but Luan Muyun took off the clothes subconsciously covering her lips, and there were bright red dots on it, very dazzling.

"It's okay, Fenghan." She still said.

But Xie Yang didn't listen to anything, he grabbed her sewn clothes and threw them on the ground, took her by the hand and took her into the warm bed: "You need to rest!"

Luan Muyun's lips turned white, and she was so angry that she wanted to say a word of comfort, so she could only be covered under the blanket by him.Xie Yang remembered that the old man in the courtyard looked like this before he left last year...

no, I can not!

He was so frightened that he ran around the room, but he was about to run into a wall within a few steps, and finally he just slapped the table and was about to run out.

Luan Muyun hastily called out to the knowing son, Mo Ruomu, "Where are you going!"

Xie Yang said urgently: "I'm going to ask my father for money to buy medicine!"

"He won't open the door for you!" Luan Muyun jumped off the bed and hugged him, she had no dignity left to trample on, "The curfew is on, they won't open the door for you..."

"I'm sorry," Xie Yang gripped the corner of her clothes tightly and choked up, "It's all my fault..."

What is he to blame?

Blame him for being playful and being deducted copper coins when he was working?Or blame the hut for being poor and unable to find anything?

He didn't know, he just gritted his teeth and cried, while being silently afraid.

Almost as long as he can remember, Xie Yang's tears have always been secretly shed outside, this is the first time Luan Muyun has seen such a face full of tears.

With red eyes, she pulled Xie Yang's hand that was clasping the door tightly, led him to the bed, reached out and groped for a while in the pillow that was almost worn out, and finally took out a handful of gold hairpins—that was her. All that remains is the dowry.

"Take this as a pawn." Luan Muyun handed the golden hairpin to Xie Yang.

Xie Yang wiped away his tears, hesitantly said: "But this is..."

"It's okay, it's old, Yang Yang will buy new ones for Aunt in the future." She smiled, although her eyes were tired, but the gentle look convinced Xie Yang, he took the hairpin and nodded.