When the little girl grew up, Chen Qingyuan reluctantly walked forward. This time, he did not hold the girl's hand, but chose to walk forward alone.

"Brother, where are you going?"

Deep in the bamboo forest, outside the hut. The girl was wearing a red sweater, looking heroic. She looked at Chen Qingyuan who was walking towards the door without saying a word, and her heart tightened for some reason, so she called out.

"I still have a lot of things to do."

Chen Qingyuan stopped on the path in the forest, with his back to the girl in red, about ten feet away.

"Can I follow?"

The girl in red said in a pleading tone.

"No."

Chen Qingyuan answered.

"Then when will you come back?"

The girl in red looked a little sad. She bit her red lips lightly, her eyes fixed on the figure in front of her. She felt inexplicably nervous, as if they would never see each other again after they parted today.

Chen Qingyuan: “I don’t know.”

The girl in red was silent for a long time, then said with concern: "Brother, I'll wait for you to come back here. You...you must take care of yourself and be safe."

Chen Qingyuan: "Okay."

As he spoke, he took heavy steps and walked out of the bamboo forest.

The breeze blows and the leaves rustle.

It was clearly a dream, but Chen Qingyuan's heart was extremely painful, as if it was pierced by many silver needles, and it could not be ignored.

The scenery here is fake, the people are fake, but the feelings are real, without a trace of hypocrisy.

Girl, wait for me.

He didn't dare look back, for fear that he would see the girl in red and be unable to move forward, thus tempting to stay with her for a while longer and falling further into depravity.

Next time we meet, I will definitely get you out of the cage and free.

By then, we will travel together, travel around the mountains and rivers, and taste the fine wines and delicacies from all over the world.

“I firmly believe that this wish can come true.”

The difficulties and hardships encountered on the road were only for a better meeting. Every disaster would deepen Chen Qingyuan's longing in his heart, and the strands would converge into a river.

Go further and further, go faster and faster.

Alone, I have no time to appreciate the scenery along the way.

He just wanted to reach the end of this road and see what could touch people's hearts and construct such a real world of time and space.

He went against the long river of time, passing by old friends one by one.

He has a firm belief and is never corrupted by the unknowns of this world.

After a long time, the blurry picture gradually became clear.

This time, he appeared in a corner of a mortal kingdom. In the dark corner, there was a pile of smelly garbage and the ground was covered with dirty liquids, mixed with unknown things.

In the garbage pile in the corner, a thin boy was picking up things that were useful to him. He was wearing tattered clothes that did not fit his size, and his hair was messy and covered in dirt.

Most of the passers-by glanced at the boy with contempt and disgust, and occasionally there were a few sympathetic glances.

Those who are kind-hearted are mostly poor people. Although they feel sorry for the boy's situation, they are powerless to help him. They slowly look away and sigh in their hearts.

If he can pick up something useful in life, the boy will show a happy expression, as if he is still full of hope for this world. He does not complain about the world and tries his best to live.

The first ray of sunshine every morning is always so warm, giving people hope and sweeping away all the hardships and fatigue of yesterday.

At some point, Chen Qingyuan appeared in the corner, looking at the boy quietly, and was distracted for a moment.

This feeling is very strange.

The collision between the past and the present, two parallel lines that should not have intersected, touched each other due to the turmoil of time and space.

There was a rustling sound, and the little boy rummaged through the garbage dump several times. He got some good things, and was satisfied, so he prepared to leave.

As soon as he turned around, the little boy saw Chen Qingyuan standing nearby, staring at him. Suddenly, the smile on his face disappeared, and he became panic-stricken. He bowed and saluted, fearing that he had offended some important person. He was extremely scared.

The little boy thought to himself, "This man is so handsome, and the clothes he wears are very beautiful. He must be from a wealthy family in the city."

To a little beggar with little knowledge, the landlords in the city were like heaven, so far away that he could not reach them. He racked his brains, but this was the only way.

The nervous little beggar planned to stay away from Chen Qingyuan and hide in an alley, so that he would feel a little safe.

Looking at the little beggar turning and leaving, Chen Qingyuan did not stop him. He just stared at him blankly, his eyes red.

The memory that was locked in the deepest part of my heart was finally revealed.

A long time ago, Chen Qingyuan had prepared himself mentally and believed that he could face this bleak life.

He really let go of this past, and just regarded it as a disaster on the road of life. If he hadn't let it go, how could he have reached the pinnacle in his previous life.

However, letting go does not mean that you can be calm and not care at all.

In his previous life, Chen Qingyuan never told anyone about the pain he experienced in his childhood, including the girl in red who was closest to him.

Abandoned by his parents at birth, he was picked up by an old beggar by chance and survived. A few years later, the old beggar died of illness, and the young beggar inherited the only property left by the old beggar, a broken bowl.

Poor families have children, but they can't afford to raise them and have to abandon them. Whether it's cruel or helpless, the reality is so cruel.

The little beggar struggled in the stinky ditch and lived a miserable life for ten years, relying on begging and picking up garbage.

Orphans have no identity, that is, they are illegal immigrants, so they naturally cannot find a job. If they are unlucky, they will be caught by rich families and used as slaves, and no one will care if they die.

The pain and bitterness of the past ten years cannot be fully expressed in a few words.

Being looked down upon and bullied is a common occurrence.

"I used to be so embarrassed."

Chen Qingyuan looked at the direction where the little beggar left, and a ripple appeared in his heart, as if he was mocking himself, and as if he felt pity.

Without using any means, he knew where the little beggar would end up.

Because the little beggar's hiding place was deeply imprinted in Chen Qingyuan's soul and could not be forgotten.

Even if you close your eyes and block your cultivation, you will definitely be able to find it.

That night, in the grove south of the city.

There are dense weeds growing there, as tall as a person.

Deep in the woods, there is a dead tree.

By pushing aside the weeds beside the dead tree, you can see a deep pit about two meters high.

There is a simple little ladder in the pit, which you can use to go down.

If it rains, the dead trees can block most of the rainwater. Although there will be water accumulation in the pit, it can still be lived in after a little cleaning, so it is not a big problem.

"Hey!"

Chen Qingyuan lifted up the pile of dry grass on the ground, and suddenly a wooden stick stuck out from the darkness in the pit.

Obviously, the little beggar noticed someone approaching and his whole body was in a defensive posture. He was afraid, but he had to muster up the courage to face it.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

Chen Qingyuan said this to the little beggar, and also to comfort his past self.