Not Stained

A newborn baby doesn't cry quietly, which is not a good omen for the elderly. Li's grandmother was still alive at the time. She was leaning on crutches and tremblingly stepped forward to check whether the newborn was breathing. When she saw that Xiao Buran's limbs were sound, his skin was pink and tender, and his belly was moving up and down regularly, she quickly slapped him hard on the soles of his feet. Unexpectedly, the child just turned his eyes, which were still unable to see clearly, towards the giant creature that exuded an aura of decay. After that, he continued to remain calm, as if he was still swimming in the warmth and safety of his mother's womb, and stretched his little arms and legs. His elderly grandmother had a sullen face, cursed secretly in her heart: "Little monster" and left the house. That night, she dreamed of an arrogant but handsome man standing on the bedside staring at her with a chilling look. This old woman recognized those eyes almost instantly. It's a pity that she no longer has the chance to stand up and subdue that "little monster". In the early morning of the second day after Buran was born, she embarked on the road to hell with a fresh and hot nightmare. When she was buried, her little mouth was sucking hard at her mother's abundant breast milk. During this period, I did not forget to open my eyes that were indifferent to all things and look at this bizarre human world... Mr. Zhao couldn't help but miss the magnolia he had seen here when he was a child. It was noble, beautiful and unique. Yes, Zhao visited Yecheng once when she was very young to appreciate the flowers. In fact, there are many magnolias in his hometown, but the varieties and flower patterns are different from those in the north. The magnolias in his hometown followed the softness and beauty of the south. Although they bloomed beautifully, they always lacked some strong flavor. Like most beauties in the south, they were too gentle. Zhao still remembers her excitement when she saw the huge and beautiful magnolias in the North from the illustrations in the book. The petals as white as jade and the proud upward flower shape made him yearn for it inexplicably, and even the beautiful flowers in Hualing could not restore the mind of Brother Xiaozhuo who had already left. On that spring day, Su Gong took Brother Xiaozhuo to the most prosperous place in the North - Ye City as scheduled. When the sneezing, runny nose, wrapped up like a round meat dumpling, finally saw the brilliant magnolias in the North that he had longed to see, a few miles away in Lijia Village, Li Zaihe and Cheng Chunxia were preparing for the lifelong alliance they were about to make that night, and their hearts were throbbing... This long journey not only painted the shadow of the severe cold in the Northland in Brother Xiaozhuo's heart, but also reserved a seat for his future love. Since then, the outstandingly independent magnolia flower in the north has become the love of his life. The day before his return trip, he lingered beside a magnolia tree in bloom outside the Ye Temple. Regardless of the fact that he was exposed to the cold, he stretched out his little hand and caressed the trunk of the tree to bid farewell to it. When the bride Cheng who came to pray saw this scene, she felt that this doll was really in love with her! Then he broke off a flower with his own hands and gave it to him. Unexpectedly, Brother Xiaozhuo immediately shed tears on the branch. He didn't climb up the branch not because he was too small to reach it, but because he loved it and couldn't bear to be hurt. "Why is Madam like this? Take it back quickly!" Brother Xiao Zhuo burst into tears and stomped his feet anxiously. The bride, Mrs. Cheng, and Mr. Su looked at each other in disbelief and couldn't help but smile. When they were worried that they could not understand this sudden sadness, some ancient soul living in that magnolia tree shed tears with Brother Xiaozhuo. It was originally a carefree god, but because of its unruliness and ruthlessness, it was condemned and demoted, and fell into the ghost realm. For thousands of years, it has lived on countless flowers and trees, and has been broken down, discarded, trampled on, chopped with axes and even burned by all kinds of people. It is punished to endure suffering until it has a sincere thought before it can re-enter the reincarnation. But having spent countless years relying on indifference and disdain, it doesn't even know what the true heart is. It would not have thought that on an ordinary afternoon, it would meet Brother Xiaozhuo on a narrow road, nor would it have thought that it would be able to taste the sweetness of love from his hot tears. No living being can let himself experience the touch of being cherished and the joy of being loved in the midst of desolation like Zhao did at that time. It all happened so unexpectedly. It fell in love with him. This is its sincerity. At this point, its destiny has been fulfilled and it no longer has to be trapped in its current life. It couldn't wait to cross the deep and long River of Forgetfulness, and took a sip of the bitter wine that had been reserved for itself for thousands of years by the Naihe Bridge. At that moment, it was willing, even though it knew it was heading for another catastrophe... Intention: Forbearance and perfection