Seeing the hope in her eyes, Qing Shui lowered his head. He was afraid that she would see the look in his eyes, and he was also afraid that he would see the hopeful look in his mother's eyes. Every parent hopes that their children will succeed, and of course he, as a mother, does the same. I don't want to be a waste, but I'm afraid I'm going to let her down.
In the past five years, this woman who gave birth to him and raised him, this woman he called mother, he was very afraid that one day she would leave him.
"Qing Shui, are you hungry? You don't know how to go back to eat when you go out to play." This woman is always so intellectual and generous, which makes Qing Shui feel that her mother is not an ordinary person. At first, Qing Shui thought that her mother was the daughter of the head of the Qing family, so she was respected by others, but later Discover that’s not all.
"Mom, am I useless? Other children can practice martial arts, but I can't. Mom, do you think I'm useless like other people do?" Qing Shui's small body looked very low.
Qing Yi felt a pain in her heart. All her hopes were given to this son, but this son couldn't practice martial arts. Her hopes were probably dashed. This was fate. Forget it, let him spend his life happily and worry-free in this mountain village. A lifetime.
"Shui'er, your children are my mother's darlings. If you say my mother doesn't love you, who loves you? My mother tells you that you are not a waste. You are my mother's pride. In my mother's heart, you are the best and happy. Only when you are happy will your mother be happy, you know." Qing Yi picked up Qing Shui and kissed his face.
Qing Shui has long been accustomed to such intimate gestures. Qing Shui feels very happy. At least there is someone who loves him. As for others who call him useless or look down on him, those irrelevant people can love him as much as he likes. It's just that he feels sorry for his mother.
The Qing family is located in the northernmost part of Qingjiazhuang. The houses and descendants of the Qing family are all within a radius of ten miles. The current head of the Qing family, Qing Luo, is already a hundred years old. However, because his cultivation has reached the tenth level of the acquired peak, even though he is already a centenarian, he can see He looks like a middle-aged man. Besides, he has a lifespan of two hundred years at the peak of his acquired life, and even ordinary people have a lifespan of one hundred and thirty years.
Qing Yi is the youngest daughter of the head of the Qing family. The old man has four sons, but Qing Yi is the only daughter and is the youngest, so she is very precious. She has more than twenty grandchildren, which can be said to be a prosperous descendant. Qingluo feels very happy. In addition, the next two generations are full of talents, which makes Qingluo always smile. Even seeing Qingshui, a loser, he is also very happy. He is not pretending. After all, there are so many outstanding descendants. As for how many outstanding It doesn't matter if he is a nephew or a good-for-nothing nephew. Besides, this nephew's status is a bit special. If he goes through his life like this, his daughter can be more stable, so Qing Luo is very close to this nephew.
The Qing family is a large manor, and it is unique in the Qing family village. Qing Yi holds Qing Shui and walks into the gate of the Qing family. He sees the grandson and granddaughter of the Qing family fighting vigorously on the battlefield. The grandson Then each one looks like a strong little tiger.
Qing Yi seemed to see the disappointment in Qing Shui's eyes, and secretly sighed that his son had to be strong at such a young age, but the more he acted like this, the worse it would be.
She gently buried his head in her chest, preventing him from seeing the children who were exercising.
But the sounds of "drink", "ha" and "hey" kept reaching Qing Shui's ears, as if they were even harsher than the voices calling him useless.
Time flies by in a hurry, and for Qing Shui, the loss of time becomes even more painful. Although his body has grown a lot at the age of eight, he still has a thin face, but his bright black eyes have become... It's getting better and better. But he is still too weak to practice any martial arts.
"Qing Shui. Qing Shui." A young man as strong as a tiger cub came running, calling Qing Shui.
When Qing Shui had nothing to do, he would run up the hillside outside. He longed for the tranquility outside, which would make him feel calm and less agitated. As he grew older, he ran more frequently.
Qing Shui turned around and saw Qing Hu, who had the best relationship with him.
Qing Hu is one year younger than Qing Shui, and both have now mastered the family's "Qing Lian Kung" to the third level of a warrior. Warriors are divided into ten levels: Servant, Warrior, General, Commander, Xiantian, Martial Emperor, Martial Emperor, Martial God, Shenxu, and Shinto, and each level is divided into ten levels.
Qinghu is the youngest grandson of the Qing family, but there are three grandsons of the same age as him, which means that the head of the Qing family had four more grandchildren the year he was born.