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Si Zhuo fell into a nightmare at night, and woke up in the daytime with no energy.

The nanny has been taking care of him for many years, and she has long been used to it, so she just sent a bowl of bird's nest with great care: "Master, drink it, it's good to warm your stomach."

The snow was still falling, and two pots of charcoal were burned in the house, and Si Zhuo was still cold all over.

It has been more than eight years since they moved to Qingshixi. Although the Sifu moved to Bianzhou a long time ago, the cost of expensive supplements and luxury has not diminished.

Those who come with the car often have a letter with a number of questions.

There are stories about his father becoming an official, about his new sister leaving the cabinet, and about his second and third younger brothers studying for exams.The Si family completely regarded him as the Almighty Buddha, and they had to ask about every detail.Only Mrs. Si couldn't bear it. When it was her turn to write, she always asked, is my son safe?

Si Zhuo was wearing a silver sable cloak, which made his face as white as paper, but his eyebrows were like ink paintings.He is thin and thin, almost a circle smaller than ordinary young people, and there is a medicinal fragrance that lingers on his body for many years, which is hanging on his life.

"Don't go back." The nanny suddenly blushed and sobbed, "Where do they care about your life? They are just using your foresight to benefit themselves!"

Si Zhuo's eyes were cold, but he kept writing: "Go out."

The nanny was heartbroken, so she covered her face with a handkerchief and left, and she didn't forget to close the door before leaving, lest the snow wind blow him in the slightest.

Si Zhuo closed his eyes for a while, and when he opened them again, he was as indifferent as before.

People are like ants, a drop in the ocean, and all living beings are nothing but a flash in the pan.

Since he was seven years old, his spiritual orifice suddenly opened, and the pain in his heart was overwhelmed day by day. He knew that this was his own calamity.

The matter of going through the catastrophe depends entirely on the fate of the celestial official, so is there any reason not to keep it?

One side of heaven and earth, one stream of stream, spend the rest of my life in peace, and have nothing else to ask for.

At night, the nanny came late, and Si Zhuo called several times, so he had to drag his frail body and walk out step by step.

The snow had stopped outside, and the New Year was approaching, so the nanny lit many red lanterns, big and small, in the garden, which was really beautiful.

Beside the snow-covered courtyard wall, there was a small figure huddled. If you didn't look carefully, you might think it was a dog.

"Who?" Si Zhuo didn't think it was a pest, and asked in a cold voice.

The man was only about sixteen or seventeen years old, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and there was a red mark at the end of each eye, as if someone had carefully carved lines with a knife.He was ragged and dirty, and he was just a frozen beggar.

After a while, he said pitifully, "Please, give me a bowl of rice."

After what seemed like 100 years, Si Zhuo finally spoke again.

"You get up."

The beggar stood up tremblingly, his legs were shivering from the cold, because he was ashamed, he didn't dare to look at Si Zhuo.

With a "slap", accompanied by Si Zhuo's sneer, Beggar received a crisp slap.

I don't know where Si Zhuo got the strength, but the corner of the beggar's mouth was bleeding, and he fell into the snow.

The nanny heard the sound and ran over, holding a bowl of hot food in her hand, she was shocked: "Master!"

Si Zhuo turned and went back to the house: "Tell him to get out. Don't let these beggars in in the future."