heart has peach garden

After resting all night, Yin Xueji's complexion was still not good. He didn't take a bite of the porridge and snacks served by Xiaoer, and glanced out of the window from time to time, a little ready to move.

The restaurant is located in a lively area. The morning market has just opened, and there are endless cries of hawkers. The smell of steamed stuffed buns and pancakes floats into the windows with the wind. The thick smoke, like an invisible hand, seduces passers-by.

I saw through Yin Xueji's careful thinking, and suggested, "Why don't we go out for a walk?"

Yin Xueji even omitted the reserved steps, not giving me a chance to change my mind, and immediately nodded in response.

After leaving the restaurant, I took the initiative to hold his hand, Yin Xueji shrank his fingers, but did not refuse.

It was also the first time for me to lead a person walking in the lively market like this. It was a little novel, a little nervous, and my palms were slightly hot.I turned my head to look at Yin Xueji next to me. His mind had already been attracted by all kinds of gadgets in the hands of roadside vendors. He looked left for a while, and glanced right for a while. Those who didn’t know thought he just came out of some remote village. Haven't seen much of the world.

I smiled, and held his hand tighter, lest he would be blinded and get lost inadvertently.

The bun shop on the left side of the road has newly steamed a basket of hot buns, which smell quite delicious.I was a little hungry, so I took out the copper coins and bought two steamed buns, just about to bite down, Yin Xueji stared intently at the side, I silently put the steamed stuffed buns to his lips: "Do you want to eat?"

Yin Xueji looked at the steamed stuffed bun, then at me, leaned forward and took a bite, frowning as if about to throw up.

I patted him lightly on the back: "If you feel uncomfortable, spit it out."

Yin Xueji swallowed reluctantly: "I...it's fine."

I finished eating the buns in a few mouthfuls, wiped my hands and led Yin Xueji to continue walking: "I know you don't have much appetite, but you can't do without a little food. Let's try something else. If you like it, you can eat two more bites. Give me."

Yin Xueji stopped, still holding me tightly: "Xie Yan, I..."

"Stop, don't feel like you're bothering me."

I pulled him to the side of the road, avoiding the bullock carts coming from behind: "Not only are you not troublesome, but I am also a rich man. I didn't bring half a penny with me when I came out this trip, and the broken silver on my body was found by Xiaoer yesterday. You I forgot to accept it. You paid the money, so I have to do my best to take care of you, so there is no need to feel embarrassed."

After listening to my words, Yin Xueji smiled slightly and said, "Since you said so, if you need money in the future, don't be polite to me."

I hurriedly replied: "Definitely, definitely."

A few steps ahead, there is a shop selling glutinous rice cakes. The cakes are delicately made and lovely. Five snow-white petals are complete in shape, and the stamens are decorated with cut red dates in the middle. People have a lot of appetite.

I bought one for Yin Xueji to taste. He held it in his hand and looked at it again and again, reluctant to eat it.

"This thing can't be kept, especially in hot weather, it will break in half a day."

Yin Xueji was persuaded by me and ate two petals, and I took care of the rest.

I took him to continue shopping, and when I came to the kneader's stall, Yin Xueji stopped on his own initiative, and the busy stall owner looked up and said enthusiastically, "Young master, what do you want to knead?"

Yin Xueji asked with interest: "What can you pinch?"

The stall owner said confidently: "I can knead anything. I have decades of experience in this craft. If you are not satisfied, you don't need money!"

Yin Xueji looked around at the samples in front of the booth, and finally pointed to herself: "Then pinch one like mine."

"Okay," the stall owner smiled, showing mottled and sparse teeth, "It's not easy to pinch such a handsome man. I'm not bragging, I'm the only one who dares to take on this job. If you go to another house, they may not be able to pinch it well." □□.”

I can't tell if it's decades of craftsmanship, but the stall owner is very skilled, and in his boasted kung fu, the person above his hands has already taken shape.

It was indeed quite similar. When the stall owner handed the dough man to Yin Xueji, I couldn't help but look at it a few more times. The more I looked at it, the more I liked it. I almost wanted him to pinch another one, and I kept it for myself.

I suppressed the thoughts in my heart, paid the money obediently, and reluctantly followed Yin Xueji away.

Not far away, Yin Xueji raised the mask in his hand to my eyes: "Send it to you."

I was stunned for a moment, unsure: "Huh?"

"Don't want it?"

Seeing that he was going to take it back, I grabbed his hand and said, "Yes, of course!"

I held the dough in one hand and Yin Xueji in the other, and I couldn't ignore the strange emotion in my heart: "Xueji, are you giving yourself to me?"

"It's just a doughnut." Before my heart fell back to its original place, Yin Xueji raised the hand I was holding, "It's really here."

He tried his best to bend the corners of his lips: "It's less than a year anyway, if you want it, I'll give it to you."

It's not appropriate to talk about this topic any further. I can only pretend that I haven't heard anything and lead him on.

On the way back, Yin Xueji was obviously not very interested. When the peddler selling candied haws passed by us, his eyes couldn't help but stick to it.

Without saying a word, I bought him a bunch.

The candied haws were in my hands, but Yin Xueji handed them to my lips first.He didn't say anything, and I didn't ask anything. I bit off half of the sugar ball and praised: "Sweet and sour, delicious!"

Yin Xueji ate the remaining half of my one, held the rest in her hand, and brought it back to the restaurant.In the evening we had a simple meal together, and then went back to our rooms to rest.

The next morning I had to go on my way. After returning to my room, I blew out the candles and went to bed early. Just as I was getting sleepy, the door creaked open.

I heard the footsteps of the person coming, and continued to lie down and pretend to sleep without paying attention.

Yin Xueji walked to the side of the bed, regardless of whether I was really sleeping or not, she directly touched my acupuncture points.

Well, now I can't move even if I want to.

I can't open my eyes and can't move, but this does not prevent me from listening to sounds with my ears and sensing movement within a relatively short distance.

Yin Xueji touched my acupoints, but stood by the bed but did not move for a long time.I waited and waited until I almost fell asleep, but he was still standing stubbornly, wondering if he was staring at my sleeping face in a daze.

Another stick of incense passed, and my consciousness gradually became dull. I silently surrendered in my heart, and let the drowsiness sweep over me.

When I was half asleep and half awake, there was something cool on the back of my hand, and my ears were finally no longer quiet.

Yin Xueji seemed to say something, it was very short, only four words, and I didn't have the heart to distinguish it.

Since he doesn't want me to know, then I... just pretend I didn't hear anything.

☆, romantic

This year, the snow fell very heavily.

There is a folk saying that auspicious snow heralds a good year.However, when encountering this snowflake as big as a goose feather, it lasted for more than two days, and the common people could only complain about it.Many houses in the town have been crushed by the heavy snow, and the homeless people can only drag their families along, and go into the leeward alleys to wait for the relief from the government.The alley is not spacious, usually one person can pass through at most, if two people meet face to face, they have to turn sideways to pass smoothly.

This alley did not exist in the past, but the gap between the courtyard walls of Liu Yuanwai and Li Yuanwai's house.The two families usually fought over this little bit of space, but now a group of ragged refugees took it, and they quit immediately.

The two families united unprecedentedly, unanimously drove these poor people to a ruin where few people cared about.This place used to be an earthen temple, but the door plaque was torn off by lightning for some reason, and the townspeople felt that it was a taboo, and no one came again.Without incense offerings, the place has been abandoned for a long time, and now it has become a gathering place for beggars.

The people who have lost their homes can still receive some relief every day, which is better than nothing. They are wrapped in thick enough cotton clothes. The winter will pass as soon as they survive, and a heavy snowfall, which is rare in a century, has extinguished their will to survive.

There were many corpses lying here and there in the snow, bruised and stiff from the cold. Every morning, someone from the government would push a cart to carry these corpses to the designated place for incineration.In the beginning, a dozen of them could be taken away a day, but now they can't take away one in two days, and they are almost dead.

The snow is difficult to melt, and it is raining continuously. As soon as the rain hits the ground, it immediately freezes.The roads are difficult, the hawkers are reluctant to open their stalls, and there are few pedestrians, so the town looks dead.

"Ah!"

What broke the silence was a sneeze and the "squeak" of the wheels running over the ice. Two people who looked like yamen servants pulled the cart and wobbled towards the ruins of the earth temple.

The man with the free hand rubbed his frozen purple face and complained, "When will this damn weather come to an end?"

The other person was pulling the car, and he didn't even have the energy to complain: "Let's move faster, after finishing our errands, we can go back and drink some wine to warm up."

The two stepped up their pace, and when they reached the place, they searched in the snow and dragged out two stiff corpses half buried in the snow.

Carrying it into the cart, just as it was about to be transported away, the purple-faced yamen servant pouted and motioned the other person to look at the corner of the clothes under the ruined wall: "Is there another one there?"

The yamen servant with the hat on crookedly walked over and kicked him hard, and pulled him out from the snow. He was a child about seven or eight years old.

"It's quite soft to the touch, isn't it dead?"

The child's sore fingers trembled slightly in response.

"If you don't die, you can't live, just drag them away together."

"If it's still alive after being dragged to a certain place, should it be burned or kept?"

"That's true...let's talk about it next time!"

The two yamen servants pulled the cart and left.

The wind blew, and a layer of floating snow fell off. The child who was half covered in the snow struggled with all his strength, and before his body left the ground, he fell back limply.He couldn't feel the cold anymore, and his dull body couldn't shield the pain, even if he just moved his fingers a little, the pain was excruciating.

He was tired, hungry, and sleepy. Maybe he fell asleep and felt nothing.But he didn't dare to sleep, for fear of missing the person he wanted to wait for.

This place is called Qiantao Town, and there is a Bitao Mountain nearby. There is a handsome young man living on the mountain. Every time he goes down the mountain, he will take away one or two little beggars. Among them, this child knows him.

Seeing his partner who was scavenged and begged together in the past, wearing clean clothes and combing his hair in a neat bun, walking beside the young man, he couldn't help but feel envious... He hoped that he could also be selected.

There are not a few people who have similar thoughts with him, and it is often the moment when the young man shows up, people swarm around him.He didn't have that confidence, and he didn't dare to try it. He just watched from afar, silently expecting and longing, as if guarding a hope that was close at hand.

Now, this hope has become his only life-saving straw. If he can't grasp it, he can only die.

The snow-covered corner of the wall is covered with dense pale white vertical marks, which he carved to calculate the interval between the appearance of the boy.Usually every seven days, the boy would go down the mountain once.On the eighth day today, the boy still did not appear.

He wasn't sure if he could wait for someone to come, but he knew that if he couldn't wait for someone to come, he probably wouldn't have a chance...

When night fell again, the snow stopped completely.

The chaotic sky for many days finally dissipated.The bright moonlight is as clear and cool as water, flowing across the sky and sprinkled on the earth, reflecting the white snow into bright silver sand, and merging into a brilliant galaxy among people.

In the silent world, apart from the soft whimpering of the wind, there is still a strange "rustling" sound from time to time, as if someone is gently running over the snow with their toes.

"Strange, where did it fall?" The ghostly white figure flashed across the snow with this muttering.The wide hood of the white cloak covered the face of the visitor, such an attire, and only in such an environment, would it appear inconspicuous.

He turned around, but couldn't find what he wanted, and said a little self-destructively: "It's over now, if you lose the token, the master will definitely whip me with a wicker stick and make my face bloom when I come back."

The white cloak kicked childishly in the snow, the snowflakes could not be shoveled up, and the foot kicked hard.Surprised, he stepped on the foreign object that was half buried in the ground, bent down and pulled out the thing that was frozen with the snow, and he could barely recognize it as a person by its shape.

The white cloak reached out and touched the man's nose, but he was already out of breath.In this kind of world, dead people are very common. Although he saw that the corpse was young, he didn't feel any compassion and threw it aside.

The body fell to the ground with a loud noise.

The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, it was more like the shattered whine of a dying beast than a slap in the face.

not dead?Or a scam? ?

The poisoned silver needles flashed a cold light between the fingers of the white cloak, but he thought about it again, if it is really a ghost made by witchcraft, neither poison nor needles will work against it!

The "corpse" unable to distinguish between life and death raised its hand and patted it on the snow surface. Its fingers curled up slightly, as if it was trying to catch something: "Save...save me..."

The white cloak kicked the "corpse" upside down, pressed the silver needle against its dead point, touched the side of its neck with two fingers, and sure enough it was still beating slightly.

"Life is really hard," the white cloak sighed. "Most people can't stand it long ago and are about to die. You still want me to save you, aren't you afraid of suffering?"

The frozen purple "corpse" lost its gaze, as if it couldn't hear what he said.

The white cloak was about to confirm whether the "corpse" was dead or alive, when the cold wind was blowing fiercely, and he lifted his hood head-on.He raised his arm to block it, and lowered his arm after the wind stopped, revealing the youthful and handsome face of a young man.

The young man was born with a smiling face, and the slightly raised eye ends added a special look to the eyes that should have been clear, and there seemed to be a lot of affection flowing in them. It is not difficult to imagine what kind of charm these eyes will have when he grows up.

The "corpse" that had not much life in the snow suddenly had an astonishing gleam in its eyes as if it was a flashback. He struggled to climb towards the boy, but his physical strength was really limited. movement.

The young man looked at the man who was humbly begging for his life in a distressed posture, and couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. He didn't care if his cloak would be dirty, so he dug the man out of the snow, took out the wound medicine he carried with him, and fed it to him. went in.

He half embraced him in his arms, and shook him vigorously: "Hey, listen, don't sleep!"

The young man untied his cloak, took off his not-so-thick robe, and wrapped it around the other party: "Don't close your eyes, don't die! I promise to save you!"

The swollen eyelids struggled to open a crack, and the suppurated fingers lightly touched the corner of the boy's clothes.

The person who couldn't distinguish the facial features murmured intermittently: "God... fairy... brother...

The boy didn't hear his ravings clearly, and was fastening the cloak again.He put the people wrapped in the outer robe together into the cloak, held them close to his chest, and said to himself: "God, I have done a good deed today, you must bless me, Don't let that tigress, master, beat me!"

The snowy road is slippery and difficult to walk on. The young man can't get enough of his kung fu. Although his speed is fast, he is not very stable.After a few big somersaults in the snow, he stumbled and went back to Bitao Mountain in the dark.

As soon as the young man stepped through the door, the person waiting for him on the stone bench in the yard with his legs crossed said, "Thank you, you stole my clothes again! This waterproof cloak is newly made by me, and I only wore it once! "

The young man said disapprovingly: "Whoever makes the master partial, I will give you all the good things first. In this snowy day, if I go out in all black, I won't be a living target?"

"Sophistry!" The girl got off the stone bench and tried to snatch back her cloak, "Give it back to me!"

The boy hurriedly turned sideways: "Don't make trouble, I picked someone up!"

The boy lifted the cloak, the girl sniffled, and hid back: "Oh, he's so dirty, and he's so ugly, don't hug him."

The young man noticed that the person in his arms shrank his hands and feet, lowered his head in inferiority, and suddenly became unhappy.

This is the person he picked up, no matter how dirty or ugly, he can only say: "Throw you in the snow and freeze for three to five days, you are worse than him."

The girl's character is a bit arrogant, but her heart is not bad. Hearing that the child has been frozen in the snow for so long, she enthusiastically said: "He seems to be quite cold. Let's boil some hot water and wash him. He will be warm after taking a bath." .”

The boy found a leeward place and put him down: "Okay, then you boil the water, and I'll go to the kitchen to get him something to eat."

The girl was dumbfounded: "Why didn't I go get the food?"

Oiled the soles of the boy's feet, he had already run a long way: "Thank you, Third Junior Sister!"

One of the two was angrily chopping wood to make a fire, and the other was searching for food in the kitchen "ding dong" in the dark. With their joint efforts, they finally woke up the person who shouldn't be woken up.The thin woman walked to the outer courtyard wearing a thin shirt, and saw the flour-covered boy flashing past her eyes, her eyebrows were furrowed: "Thank you, I think you are itchy again! You don't sleep in the middle of the night, and you still wear Junior sister is messing around, when your master comes back, she must take good care of you!"

The girl who was chopping firewood seemed to have found a backing, and threw away the ax in her hand, fearing that the world would not be chaotic, and said: "Master, thank you, he went out to pick up a child and came back!"

"It doesn't matter how big or small, no matter how good he is, he is also the first disciple of Guzhong. As a junior sister, how can you call him by his first name?" After the girl trained the girl, she turned to ask the boy, "Say it yourself, what's going on?"

The young man briefly described the matter while avoiding the important ones, and the woman's mind was indeed attracted by the child who was about to die.After checking the pulse, she found that the situation was very critical, so she stopped talking nonsense and hurriedly arranged: "Xie Yan, you take this child back to your room, warm it with your body first, and Yin Rao will help me decoct the medicine!"

The young girl Yin Rao followed her uncle and turned around halfway and gave the boy a grimace.

The young man named Xie Yan waved his fist at their backs, looked around with a guilty conscience, and reluctantly picked up the child he picked up and went back to the room.

His room was not big, and there was no place to sit or lie down except the bed.

Xie Yan was not willing to soil the clean bed, so he laid a mattress on the ground, gritted his teeth, stripped off his clothes, and hugged the thing that was so dirty that he couldn't see its human shape.

He almost scolded the child's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart. Seeing that there was nothing to scold, he began to blame himself, why he didn't know why he took this trouble back.

"God...Brother Immortal..."

Xie Yan looked into his arms, was frightened by the frostbite and pus face, and said viciously: "I'm not a god, I want to be a big devil!"

The other party ignored his nonsense: "Don't... don't... throw me away..."

The cursing words dissipated from Xie Yan's heart like water at ebb tide, he hugged his small body which was cold at first, but now hot in his arms, and he calmed down inexplicably.

He thought of the self who was begging on the street to survive, hugging this child was like hugging the once helpless self, and there was a trace of warmth in his heart.

Although this child is a bit dirty and ugly, but it is not useless, at least... the voice is pretty nice, soft, waxy, like a girl.

Huh?

Don't be really a girl, then you won't be able to stay by your side!

Xie Yan hurriedly touched the child's chest, it was flat...but that didn't explain anything, some junior sisters were also flat at this age.He grabbed a lump of soft meat that he also had, and he was relieved.

"Brother fairy..."

Xie Yan seemed to be holding a lost and found treasure. He didn't care about his strange address, and his attitude was surprisingly good: "Where does it hurt? Bear with it, and when the uncle's medicine comes, you won't be in pain anymore."

In order to prevent him from falling asleep, Xie Yan had to keep talking to him: "Do you have a name?"

The child moved his head slightly and shook his head.

"It's inconvenient not to have a name, I'll give you one."

Xie Yan thought for a while and said, "I picked you up in the snow, how about calling you Xue'er?"

"Hey, there's nothing you can do if you don't like it. I really can't think of anything better."

"How about, big yellow, two flowers and three dogs, you can pick one at random?"

Xie Yan racked his brains, his words were almost broken, and finally he waited for the uncle.

He consciously stepped aside, but before he could go far, the dying child on the ground suddenly whimpered, holding his calf tightly with both hands, his swollen and shiny fingers burst into cracks, dripping with blood, which was shocking.

Xie Yan was frightened by the situation, he froze on the spot, his feet seemed to weigh a thousand catties, unable to move an inch.

The uncle put down the medicine bowl, took out the silver needle, and stuck it on the child's sleeping point.Those purplish, red and swollen hands hung down weakly, but they still didn't let go, maintaining a virtual grip, resting on Xie Yan's ankles.

The uncle moved his face and said: "This child should have been abandoned by others, he is afraid that you will also abandon him."

Xie Yan squatted down, took out the handkerchief from his arms, and wrapped it around his hands: "Why don't you ignore it? If you pick it up, it's mine. Of course, I have to be responsible for him."

The master uncle took a look at Xie Yan between needle injections: "This is not the only one you picked up, there are many rhubarb, two flowers and three dogs waiting for you to take care of in the village, right?"

Xie Yan smiled, showing two small canine teeth: "That's different."

"What is the difference?"

Xie Yan tried to get away with it: "Oh, uncle, don't ask, I have my own plan."

The uncle pinched the child's jaw and poured the medicine into it: "You are young, don't make up your own mind. If you really have any ideas, you should discuss them with the elders before making any plans."

Xie Yan smiled flatteringly: "Uncle Master, please forgive me. Does Master's violent temper seem to be someone who can negotiate things? It's already thankful that she didn't hang me up and beat me up."

Uncle Master is proficient in dealing with wounds, and his speaking skills have already given people good medicine: "Sheyu is strong in everything, and it is no exception for you, a personal disciple. Her discipline is a bit rough, but she still has good intentions in the end. See For the sake of master and apprentice, don't blame her."

Xie Yan said heartlessly: "Uncle, don't say good things for the master. I don't know what she thinks? I picked up an apprentice at random, and after a while, I found that 'Xie Yan' changed to 'Xie Yan', and I was deceived and returned the goods." No way, face each other day by day, don't you look angry?"

The uncle shook his head and said with a smile: "You master and apprentice really have exactly the same temperament, and no one will let anyone else."

Xie Yan looked down at his blood-stained boots, half of his face was hidden in the darkness that the candlelight could not reach: "I will be twelve years old next year, and if I stay in the valley, if someone knows how to use it, it will harm my junior sister." their name."

Uncle Master's movement of pulling out the needle slowed down.

"Didn't the uncle ask me why I picked people back?" Xie Yanqiang said with a smile, "I plan to go out and start my own business. These people may be the foundation of my future career. It's just a few more mouths to eat. I can still afford this business .As for Fenghuagu, I won't go back again, just pretend that you have never been like me, and forget about me sooner."

The uncle was silent for a long time, and heaved a long sigh.

She put away the needle, picked up the empty bowl at hand, got up and said: "It's not too late to leave after the Chinese New Year, remember to tell your master personally."

There was a light knock on the not-so-strong door, Xie Yan didn't look up, he knew he had already left.

The water mist slowly condensed in his eyes, Xie Yan stared at the ground, as if he wanted to poke a hole in the ground with his eyes.

He knew he was going to leave sooner or later.

Fenghua Valley only accepts female disciples, and can only have female disciples.Those junior sisters who grow up to the age of flowers and jade are mostly going to enter the palace to be empresses, and they are mixed in with nonsense, just like the rat droppings in the vat, and they are not welcome everywhere.

Even so, he wanted to stay longer.

The master has a bad temper. Although he has suffered a lot in the past few years, there are very few times when he is really hurt.The master pinched his nose to recognize him as an apprentice, and taught martial arts with all his heart, and if he owed it, he owed her too.

Although the uncle is the former empress, she is dignified and fair, she says she dislikes her, but in fact she treats her equally, and she hasn't seen her drive herself out of the valley for five years.

The younger sisters are eccentric, and a few of them are a little silly, but they are straightforward and cute.

Everyone is very nice.

It's a pity that I... have always been an outsider.

Xie Yan's mouth was tightly pursed, his eyes became rounder and rounder, teardrops rolled in his eye sockets, before he could hold back, someone bumped his back lightly, and the tears in his eyes flew out for a long time. Small dark holes had been punched in the unpaved earth.

Xie Yan immediately became angry, turned his head with red eyes and shouted: "What are you doing!"

The child hugged him very blindly: "Brother Immortal...don't go..."

Xie Yan pushed him away: "Don't touch me with dirty hands!"

Sure enough, the other party didn't touch him with his hands, and leaned carefully beside him, as if just like this, he could absorb some warmth.

Xie Yan calmed down, and felt that it was boring to vent his anger on a little beggar. He had stood enough in front of the door, and just took a step when he lifted his leg, the little beggar who was leaning on him "plopped" and fell to the ground with dust.

Xie Yan made this scene amused: "You are such a waste!"

He picked him up and brought him to the bed: "Hurry up and get well, I'll take you away as soon as possible!"

"Also, from now on, you can either call me by my name, or call me master, don't just keep saying 'Brother Immortal', you are not ashamed when you call me, I feel ashamed when I hear it."

"Goo-"

The clear borborygmus made the child lower his head in shame.

Xie Yan turned over and got out of bed: "I'll go find you something to eat."

This time he was not stopped and made it to the door.

"Brother Yan!"

Xie Yan didn't look back.

The soft voice trembled: "Will you come back?"

Xie Yan said impatiently: "Can you control it? Even if I don't return, what can you do to me?"

"I will find you..." The soft voice was soft, "I will find you no matter where the world ends."

Xie Yan was angry at these irresponsible big words, he slammed the door and went out, but the words he just heard echoed in his ears and heart, and the howling wind couldn't blow them away.

Standing in the white snow, he sneered and said, "Looking for it? What are you looking for? If I hadn't picked you up, the corpse would be hairy now!"

He has only himself.

The only one who can accompany him to the end is himself.

Xie Yan went to the messy kitchen, lit firewood, grabbed some rice and sprinkled it in water to cook together, after cooking, buried it in snow to cool down, and then took it back to the room to feed the child.

A bowl of rice porridge went down, and before midnight, the child's fever subsided.After another two days, I was able to go down to the ground.Life is tenacious to the point of admiration.

With the passing of winter and the arrival of early spring, the dead Qiantao Town ushered in new life.

Xie Yan also found the lost token. It was buried in the snow for a whole winter, and it popped up when the weather warmed up.

The day Xie Yan left Fenghua Valley, no one was alarmed.

The master wanders outside all the year round, and the uncle is the only person in charge in the valley. Once the new year is over, he is invited into the palace.In order not to attract attention, Xie Yan did not bring anything with his hands, only a ragged little tail followed behind him.He put the lost and recovered token of the master's sect, together with the belt symbolizing the identity of Yan Zhong's disciple, into the master's room.

In addition to proving identity, the waist badge is also the key to open the passage into the valley. Without it, even if you have the ability to go to heaven and earth, you will not be able to enter Fenghua Valley.

Xie Yan came out of the dusty room, knelt in the yard and kowtowed three times to the door.

After kowtowing, he stood up and brushed the dust off his knees, and after glancing at the obedient and docile man behind him, there was that heartless smiling face again: "Let's go."

The warm wind brings the faint fragrance of spring flowers.

Xie Yan left things that did not belong to him in the valley.

This way, there is no turning back.

There is only a valley between Fenghuagu and Taoyuan Manor where Xie Yan grew up.There is nothing special about Taoyuan Manor itself, it is just a manor on Bitao Mountain to grow peaches, but if outsiders want to trespass in Fenghua Valley, Taoyuan Manor must pass through.

As the outermost simple gate, Taoyuanzhuang was thus included in the mountain guard formation.Xie Yan lived here with his mother since he was a child. Those who are familiar with the road to go home without knowing the key will not be able to find Zhuangzi no matter how long they wander in the mountains.

"Hey..." Xie Yan originally wanted to remind the people behind him not to lose track, but when he turned his head to look, the other party was stepping on his footsteps and walking forward.

Hearing his voice, the skinny child raised his scabbed face and asked softly, "Brother Yan, are you calling me?"

Xie Yan opened his mouth halfway, but was tongue-tied for a while.

I seem to have given him a name, what is it called?

"Snow... Xuexue?"

The child's eyes seemed to light up in an instant, and he became lively: "Brother Yan!"

Xie Yan hugged this not-so-good-looking child, pretending to be impatient and said: "You are too slow, at this speed, we will go until dark!"

A pair of short hands hugged Xie Yan's neck, and the child said meekly: "Xue'er listens to Brother Xiaoyan, walk as you say."

With a burden, Xie Yan's self-proclaimed elegant qinggong didn't go anywhere, and the two arrived at Taoyuanzhuang in the evening when the sky was full of clouds and clouds.

The village was quiet, and the chickens, ducks, cattle, and sheep finished their day of exercising, and went back and forth, squinting their eyes and preparing to fall asleep.

Xie Yantuo grew up and ran around with the man in his arms all afternoon. His arms were almost softened into noodles. He swung his arms and took the picked Xue'er inside. A round-faced boy happened to come out of the room, The finished dishes should be sent back to the kitchen.

"Hey, master?" The boy put the bowl on the stone mill and ran to Xie Yan, "Where did you come from?"

Xie Yan was angry: "Why don't you just say that I fell from the sky?"

As he said that, he pulled the ugly child who was sticking to him like a little wife: "This is a new one I picked up, named Xuexue. You take him to find a room to live in, and get some food, and let Sangou arrange the rest." .”

After Xie Yan explained, he went back to his room and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, he felt a living thing hugging his arms, and when he opened his eyes, Xueer's big purple and black painted face was almost frightened out of his wits.

Without even thinking about it, Xie Yan kicked him down: "Ugly, what are you doing!"

Xue'er sat up from the ground: "Brother Yan, I want to sleep with you."

Xie Yan picked up the square pillow at hand, held it up for a long time without dropping it, and finally slapped it heavily on the bed: "Go back to your own room and sleep!"

"Brother Xiao Yan..." Xue'er is not a big person, but she is quite courageous. She was kicked by Xie Yan and dared to climb onto the bed, "Are... are you crying?"

Xie Yan wiped his face indiscriminately: "Get out, you are crying!"

Xue'er thoughtfully said: "Okay, I was wrong, brother didn't cry."

Xie Yan wasn't in the mood to chase him away, but luckily the child didn't make a fuss, he didn't move on the edge of the bed, just peeking at him from the corner of his eyes from time to time.

Xie Yan made him feel uncomfortable: "What are you looking at?"

"Look at brother," Xue'er smiled, and the face that opened the dyeing workshop was even more brilliant, "Brother looks good."

Xie Yan said with disdain: "I love to look at people's appearance when I was young. You must be a pervert when you grow up. You are still so ugly. I am afraid that you will become a street rat and everyone will shout and beat you!"

"I only love to look at Brother Xiaoyan," Xueer said, "You are not the most beautiful person I have ever seen, but you are my favorite."

After hearing this, Xie Yan became unhappy again: "Who else is prettier than me?"

Xue'er hurriedly said: "In my heart, you are the prettiest!"

Xie Yan was proud of himself, but he didn't show it on his face, and snorted: "It's quite discerning."

He rolled into the bed and patted the place where he had just been lying: "Come and sleep."

Xue'er didn't move: "Brother Yan, you are a good person, and good people must be rewarded with good rewards."

Xie Yan didn't know what he wanted to say, and squinted at him.

"I don't know why you are sad, and I don't know how to make you not sad. I don't want you to be sad. Seeing you sad makes me sad too."

"Hahahaha," Xie Yan patted the bed with a smile, and asked back, "Are you talking jingle?"

After laughing, Xie Yanping collapsed on the bed, as if all the burdens were suddenly unloaded in his heart, he was very relaxed: "I am not a good person. Actually, I picked up those beggars and orphans for another purpose, to wait for them to grow up Then die for me."

Xue'er shook her head, and said incredulously: "Brother Yan may not remember, once you begged for a piece of silver, and immediately bought buns and steamed buns with it, and just after you took the change, you let the little gangsters stare at you." You didn't hold on to the money, you threw a copper coin at those people's faces, and while they were squatting down to pick up the money, you hid in the alley where my nanny and I were hiding. We were so hungry, nanny So I brazenly begged you for a bite. You gave us a white flour steamed bun, but I was greedy for the meat bun in your arms."

"You bought five steamed buns, but only two steamed buns, but you still gave me half of them."

"Nurse told me that a man is good if he has very little and is willing to share what little he has."

The child's words were like a clear spring, flowing along his ears and covering Xie Yan's whole body, he immediately felt refreshed, and the things that made him irritated and depressed before became insignificant.

He doesn't have much memory of what Xueer said, but he can probably guess the reason for his actions.At that time, I was probably thinking: instead of taking advantage of those grandchildren, it is better to distribute it to other beggars, and treat it as a good deed to accumulate virtue.

His unintentional move has now been affirmed.

This feeling is like a seed thrown into the soil casually, and after many years, it grows into a towering tree and bears sweet fruits, which is both surprising and satisfying.

Xie Yan had to admit that this feeling was really wonderful.

After sharing the same bed all night, Xie Yan acquiesced to the behavior of the ugly child climbing the bed every night. After a long time, Xueer simply moved her things into Xie Yan's room to live with him.

At first, Xie Yan didn't realize that there was something wrong, but when she saw that Xue Er wasn't getting along very well with everyone, she kindly asked her.

Xue'er herself didn't care too much, and replied: "They are jealous of Brother Xiaoyan's doting on me."

Xie Yan's teeth were sour: "Speak well!"

"It's enough for me to have brother Yan, it doesn't matter how they treat me."

Xie Yan has a lot of things to do every day, and after hearing what he said, he didn't bother to ask more questions.

After a few days, other people took the initiative to come to him and asked if they wanted to give Xueer medicine.

Xie Yan was puzzled: "Why do you need to drink medicine? Is he sick?"

Da Huang said nonchalantly: "Master, why are you pretending to be stupid? What do you do with him under the quilt every day, why don't you have any plans in your mind?"

Xie Yan frowned: "I hugged him, in bed... what?"

Rhubarb said contemptuously: "If you do it, you do it. If you don't admit it, it's too unmanly!"

San Gou blushed slightly, and defended Xie Yan: "Master has a thin skin, he's not the same as a vulgar person like you!"

Xie Yan finally understood, and flew into a rage: "Fart! You did that with him under the quilt! Which swan have you ever seen eating scorpion meat!"

Er Huaxin said bluntly: "Let me just say, the master is just playing with that ugly monster, how could he want him to have a child, you still have to expose the matter to the public to make the master unhappy!"

Xie Yan could hear their disapproval of the child, and became even more angry: "What is ugly? Ugly is also called by you? Get out, don't be an eyesore here if you have nothing to do!"

Several people winked at each other, and went out with a sly smile of success.

In the evening, when Xue'er returned to her room after a day's work, she saw Xie Yan sitting on the edge of the bed with a sullen face, looking at him without saying a word.

Xue'er knew what happened during the day. Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, he heard it with his own ears, but the attitudes of those people, combined with the few words they blurted out when they were proud, were enough for him to analyze what they did.

He also knew how Xie Yan's temper would react when he heard such words.

He lingered outside the door for a long time, and finally made up his mind to go in. Seeing the quiet and weird atmosphere in the room, he was so nervous that even his hair was showing caution and stiffness.

Unexpectedly, Xie Yan didn't drive him out, but said in a bad tone: "Wait for you to sleep, why dawdle?"

Xue'er suppressed the surprise in her heart, and asked cautiously: "Brother Xiao Yan is waiting for me?"

Xie Yan made the bed, pouted