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In the first few days after entering the mountain gate, Xiao Fangchi hardly dared to sleep. Whenever there was any disturbance in the yard, he would wake up immediately.

He barely spoke, and always looked at everything around him calmly with wary eyes.

People here seem different.

It was different from anything he had ever encountered.

They were nice to him.

I won't look at him with contempt, scold him, or hit him.

Give him delicious food and new clothes that are soft to the touch.

He has his own room.

Although there was not much furniture, he was extremely happy.

In his memory, his family members said that he had poor spiritual roots and would not be able to become an immortal in the future. The new-born younger brother is very beloved, but the younger brother was born without a spiritual root and will have a hard time surviving into adulthood.

So, his parents invited immortals to dig up his spiritual roots, gave them to his younger brother, and threw him out of the house.

His parents said that it was an honor for a useless piece of trash like him to exchange a lowly spiritual root for his younger brother's safety.

In fact, he overheard that the immortal said that the spiritual root in his body was rare in a thousand years.

He still remembered that his mother was extremely happy, a smile he had never seen before.

He thought his mother was happy for him.

Unexpectedly, his mother said: "Great, then quickly exchange the spiritual root for Hao'er!"

At that moment, all the blood in his body seemed to stop flowing, and he froze in place.

Until he was discovered by his servants, until he was tied to the stage, until the cold blade cut open his flesh and blood, until he was thrown into the snow.

He thought he was dead, but unexpectedly he survived.

So he became a little beggar living on the streets and no one cared about him.

In this heap of beggars, everything has to be robbed.

If you can't get it, you will have to starve and freeze.

He had lost count of how many beggars had died around him.

I only know that during that winter, many beggars fell asleep and never woke up.

He lived in confusion until he was taken back by the immortal.

He hates immortals very much, to be precise, he hates them.

That day, he bit so hard that he even tasted blood.

But the immortal still smiled gently and gave him a lot of food.

There was a sharp knife in his hand hidden under his sleeve. On the way back with the immortal, he almost couldn't help stabbing the person in front of him many times.

But he finally endured it.

Because he wanted to see what kind of hypocritical face this immortal had underneath his gentleness.

……

The child was very wary, as if there were thorns all over his body, which would cause pain if touched.

It had been nearly a month since he entered the mountain gate, and Song Huaiqing didn't even know his name.

He thought that if the child was so wary, he would definitely not tell him if he asked directly. It would be better to wait for the child to tell him on his own initiative.

This wait is close to a month.

The child didn't speak a word and just kept eating when he was given food. He didn't know how long he had been hungry.

Song Huaiqing secretly added some ground elixir powder to the water the child drank.

It is for physical fitness.

After all, that small body looked too thin, as if it would collapse if the wind blew.

After more than half a month, Song Huaiqing finally learned his name from the child:

——Xiao Fangchi.

A not-so-nice name.

This is not what he said, it was the senior sister who said it.

The senior sister said that the names were not as nice as his and senior brother's names.

Senior sister doesn't like Xiao Fangchi very much.

Because Xiao Fangchi was cold and guarded towards everyone, and he didn't treat anyone well.

The senior sister said: "This child is not cute at all. He is not half as cute as my junior brother when he was a child."

Song Huaiqing didn't think so.

Xiao Fangchi would always observe him secretly, and he would not eat anything until he had eaten it first.

It looked like he was sitting upright, but in fact, his hands under his sleeves and robe were covered in sweat, and he could barely hold the dagger.

He didn't sleep well at night, staring at the beams with his round eyes, which made him think there was something new and strange on the beams.

The slightest movement would make her tense up, like a little beast ready to go.

However, it is indeed a small beast without claws.

Um--

Still kinda cute.

However, Xiao Fangchi seemed to hate him, or to be precise, them.

Although Xiao Fangchi hid it well, he was still a child after all, and many of his emotions were not well hidden.

But he didn't take it to heart.

He was just a defenseless child. Even if he always held a dagger in his hand, the threat to him was almost zero. Even if he stood still and let him stab him, Xiao Fangchi probably wouldn't even be able to break his skin.

Three months have passed in the blink of an eye, winter has entered, and snowflakes are falling.

Xiao Fangchi was already taller and stronger than before, and he would occasionally talk to him.

The dagger he often held in his hand also changed its position and was now hidden under the pillow.

Song Huaiqing felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment, as he gradually raised the dirty cub he had picked up.

He has always been taken care of by others. This feeling of nurturing others is very good.

Realizing that Xiao Fangchi was no longer so wary, Song Huaiqing decided to start training him properly. But this little body hasn’t been fully developed yet, so cultivation won’t do it.

So he decided to teach Xiao Fangchi how to write and read.

"Wrong, this is the correct way to write it."

Xiao Fangchi sat at the desk, while Song Huaiqing stood aside and watched him write.

"Well, something's still wrong here."

"I think you can focus more here."

"Very good, but this is how it should be written here."

Xiao Fangchi held the pen and revised it stroke by stroke, very seriously.

The little face was full of seriousness, as if he was facing some important matter of life and death.

Song Huaiqing smiled as he looked at it.

A clear and sweet laughter sounded.

Xiao Fangchi looked at him for a while, then suddenly put down his pen and ran straight out the door.

Song Huaiqing:? ? ?

He followed to see and found Xiao Fangchi standing outside the door with a dull face, obviously unhappy.

"What's wrong? Xiao Fangchi?"

Xiao Fangchi glanced at him, then immediately looked away, still silent, looking at the falling snowflakes.

Song Huaiqing continued to tease him: "Is snow so beautiful? Xiao Fangchi was dumbfounded?"

Xiao Fangchi replied fiercely: "Get out!"

This is a word he often says.

Especially when I first entered the mountain gate, I either didn't speak or just said one word.

He thinks he's fierce, but he's just fierce in appearance but weak in heart.

Song Huaiqing smiled without saying anything and walked away minding his own business.

Xiao Fangchi stared at the leaving figure, hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing. He pursed his lips, ran into the room again, and went to sulk alone.

Within a quarter of an hour, Song Huaiqing left and came back with a handful of candies in his hand.

"Here, eat some candy. Don't be angry anymore."

Xiao Fangchi turned his head, and Song Huaiqing peeled off the candy wrapper, twisted one and stuffed it into his mouth.

One, two, three.

Song Huaiqing stuffed several candies in a row, Xiao Fangchi puffed out his cheeks, and his mouth was filled with a sweet taste.

Song Huaiqing is simply an idiot.

He doesn't know how to coax people at all, he just keeps stuffing him with food. He's not a pig...

"Okay, be good, don't be angry anymore. I'm a little tired, so I'll go back first."

Song Huaiqing patted Xiao Fangchi's head and left after saying that.

That night, Song Huaiqing collapsed.

Caught by the wind and cold, the disease comes with great force.

In his daze, he felt Xiao Fangchi lying beside his bed, and could faintly hear small sobs, as if he was trying to suppress something.

"You, don't die..."

A hand got under the quilt and held his cold hand.

Very warm.

"I'm not angry... I just feel that I didn't do well, and I want you to praise me..."

It turned out to be a compliment.

Song Huaiqing thought half-consciously.

It seems that I have to praise my children from now on...

Song Huaiqing was ill for a few days, and Xiao Fangchi stayed with him for a few days. It could be said that he never left her.

Thoughtful and attentive.

Song Xiaoye was so impressed with him.

……

After this incident, Song Huaiqing discovered that Xiao Fangchi's attitude towards him changed drastically.

Like a little adult, I have to rush to take care of him everywhere.

Song Huaiqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but there was nothing he could do.

……

Spring will begin soon. After the spring begins, the weather will become much warmer, and Song Huaiqing will be able to wander around.

Xiao Fangchi got a lot closer to him. He would take the initiative to talk to him and laugh with him.

Sometimes when I am in a good mood, I will call him Song Huaiqing.

Song Huaiqing liked to tease him and wanted him to call him brother several times, but the little boy refused to agree.

"Are you really not barking?"

Song Huaiqing tilted his head, his hair hanging down his shoulders. There was a tree behind him, and the sunlight fell on him through the gaps, as if even his hair was shining.

"……I…"

"Xiao Fangchi, can you call me brother?"

Xiao Fangchi knew that Song Huaiqing was very kind to him, kind without asking for anything in return, so he pulled him out of the quagmire, protected him, and loved him.

But he didn't want to scream.

His relatives brought him pain, and this title was really hard to express.

But he didn't want to disappoint Song Huaiqing.

It took him a long time to squeeze it out from between his teeth.

"Brother, brother..."

Song Huaiqing actually wanted to tease him more, but he didn't expect that he actually screamed, and he was suddenly stunned.

Xiao Fangchi was dissatisfied with his reaction, snorted coldly, turned around and ran away.

When Song Huaiqing came to his senses, he was naturally coaxed.

Xiao Fangchi likes to keep everything in his heart.

Happy, angry, sad, all of them will not be spoken out.

But Song Huaiqing could always detect his emotions easily.

And Xiao Fangchi is also very easy to coax. Usually a few candies, a bowl of sweets, a pat on the head, or showing him some novel things are basically enough.

When Xiao Fangchi was silent and silent, Song Huaiqing teased him until he was annoyed and told him to get lost. Song Huaiqing smiled, touched his head, squeezed his face, and told him:

"Xiao Fangchi, just say what's on your mind. Don't hold it in your heart. You'll make yourself bored. If you're bored, you won't grow taller. You'll be short and not good-looking."

Xiao Fangchi hardly grew taller in the past year or two, so Song Huaiqing always used growing taller to scare him, and he was sure to scare him every time.