The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Before meeting Master, Li Xiaowei’s memories were full of cold, hunger and pain.

He didn't know why he did this, and he didn't know why his father would abandon him and his mother.

Since he started his sensibility, he has never seen his father. He has always been raised by his mother alone. In the initial memory, his mother is a beautiful and gentle woman. Li Xiaowei believes that all descriptions in this world. The beautiful words of women belong to his mother.

However, as time went by, he watched his mother, withered by the years and life, bit by bit.

The once beautiful and gentle woman lost her beauty and dignity in her cruel life. She had to work on Sunday to support her children and support her.

Li Xiao only remembers that in the cold winter, his mother still wants to wash clothes for the neighbors by the river. The snow in winter is so piercing, and his mother has endured all this silently. She has never stood up. Xiao Wei cried before, never complained, even how hard, how tired, when she came home, always with the warmest smile, hug her son.

She has been saying...

Mother is not hungry.

Mother is not tired.

Mother is not sleepy.

Li Xiaowei grew up in such an environment. He never asks his mother for anything. From the beginning of his sensibility, he helps his mother make a living together.

Other children started vindictive and magical learning early, but he could only carry his back to the mountain to dig wild vegetables.

He is not envious, he feels that he has the best.

He has such a gentle mother, and it is already a gift from God.

Therefore, he never complains.

Looking at the mother's back, I bent a little and looked at the face that made him think it was the best looking. Withered, the young Li Xiaowei was very helpless. He didn't know what he could do. Save the mother's speed of withering.

God always reveals its cruelty inadvertently. In the winter of this year, his mother fell ill.

After a few months of illness, Li Xiaowei emptied all the continuation of the family, sold all the things that could be sold, and bought medicine for his mother, but still did not prevent his mother's condition from getting worse.

"I am not hungry, mother, you don't want to talk, you have a good rest." Li Xiaowei was in front of the bed, watching the mother's ruined illness, tears in the eyes.

The heartbreaking pain spreads in his body.

He also clearly remembers that it was such a snowy day that his mother left him forever.

That was the most painful memory of his life.

"Stupid child, follow me, bitter you... If your father knows that you are so sensible, he will be proud of you." The weak woman looked at her son with grief, her only sustenance.

This is the mother of Li Xiaowei, who first mentioned his father.

"Children, if I am not there, you will go to the emperor to find your father... He is a basaltic family, you go to him, the home of the basaltic family, will care that you are the flesh and blood of their family, will not let you continue to suffer "The woman choked her mouth, and then she was tired and tired. She did not go to the man once. She has her own dignity, but now she knows that her time is not much, her child is still young. Can't be taken care of.