bright sun

lips, Yu Yanzhi supported He Ying on her back.He wanted He Ying to get less rain, so he put his coat on the other party, but the thin clothes couldn't stop the rain that filled the sky and the ground.There is no escape, no escape.

Drenched in rain, Yu Yanzhi carried He Ying back to the house, took off his wet clothes and wrapped him in the quilt.

He Ying was hot all over but couldn't stop shaking, talking nonsense in a daze.Yu Yan couldn't hear it clearly, and put her ear close to his lips, as if saying "mother".

Yu Yanzhi groped for his hand under the quilt, shook it, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'll go find the dumb aunt."

He Ying frowned slightly, half-opened her eyes, and finally found Yu Yanzhi after floating in the void for a while: "Don't go..."

Yu Yanzhi nodded obediently, and said, "What's wrong with you?"

"water……"

"wait."

Yu Yanzhi jumped out of bed and ran out with her shoes on.He ran into the stove, took a bundle of dry firewood, picked up a pot of water, took out a small piece of ginger and a handful of sugar, and hurried back.There was no stove in their residence, so Yu Yanzhi lit a fire under the eaves. He squatted on the copper pot over the fire, and he broke the ginger into small pieces and threw it in together with the sugar.When the water boiled, the bottom of the pot was burnt black, and the handle was too hot to touch. He carried the washbasin to catch some rain before putting out the fire.

He Ying was almost burnt, she just wanted to drink water, it made no difference whether it was hot or cold.He waited for a long time, and what he waited for was a bowl of ginger syrup with a little bit of soot floating in it, and Yu Yanzhi, a cat with a colorful face.

Helping He Ying up, Yu Yanzhi brought the bowl to his lips.The ginger syrup was blown outside the house by myself, so it didn't burn my mouth.

He Ying drank it in one gulp, but coughed immediately after drinking it, and he vomited all the ginger syrup on the bed.

Yu Yanzhi wiped He Ying's chin bewilderedly, hot flashes emerged from her eyes.He wanted to go to the master, but he was afraid that the master would punish He Ying.In Zhuang Yunqing's eyes, Yu Yanzhi was an apprentice who couldn't be more obedient, but in fact, he was extremely stubborn in his bones, and even ten horses would not be able to turn back what he decided.He kept every word of the master's teachings in mind, but everything he did violated the teacher's training.

Yu Yan didn't even go to see the master, he got into bed and hugged He Ying tightly, he felt that He Ying was as hot as fire and as cold as ice.He buried his head in He Ying's neck and trembled along with him.

"Snapped--"

The wooden door was pushed open from the outside.

Yu Yanzhi didn't raise his head, he could feel the shadow falling down.When He Ying was carried out, he hugged her and refused to let go. It was the first time he was scolded by his master.

From that day on, He Ying lived in the master's house.Every day, Yu Yanzhi brought food up the mountain for the dumb aunt, and leaned out of the window to take a look in.He Ying never woke up, and it has been ten days since He Ying woke up.

Hugging the quilt, He Ying buried her head in Zhuang Yunqing's arms, and murmured: "Do you still remember my mother?"

Zhuang Yunqing caressed his back, extremely gentle: "Ying'er, you can't be so willful anymore, Yan Zhi is not at fault, you shouldn't blame him for your parents' misfortune."

That case back then was full of doubts, but Zhuang Yunqing wanted to investigate it but was weak in the end. He was afraid that he would lose sight of the other. Besides, compared with the truth, raising He Ying into a talent was his top priority...

"Do I still remember my mother?" He Ying asked persistently.

After a long silence, Zhuang Yunqing said slowly, "Yu Xi is my junior sister, how could I forget her."

He Ying raised her eyes to look at him, clasped his chest with both hands, and said, "You haven't forgotten my mother, do you still remember how she died?"

"Ying'er!" Zhuang Yunqing stopped sharply.

Tears flashed in He Ying's eyes, and he said word by word: "It was Yu Jingyao. He killed my father and insulted my mother. But you saved his son and took him as an apprentice..."

"Master..." He Ying's eyes were red, and she gritted her teeth, "Teach me, teach me how not to hate!"

Zhuang Yunqing was silent, but hugged He Ying tightly.His eyes were lightly closed, and his brows were full of forbearance and sadness.

Outside the house, Yu Yanzhi quietly walked away.

Hearing He Ying's words for the first time, he was not surprised.Back then, it was the tragic death of He Shiyi and his wife who drove him and his parents into a desperate situation.There is evidence and evidence that Yu Jingyao, a hero of the northern martial arts, coveted Yu Xi's beauty, and when he failed to court her, he shamefully killed her husband and then raped her to death.In the arena, Yu Jingyao has long been a villain who is despised by others, but only Yu Yanzhi regards his father as a hero.

Yu Yanzhi never believed what those people said, but she never thought that He Shiyi and Yu Xi were He Ying's parents...

The rain stopped a few days ago, Yu Yanzhi kicked the dirt bumps on the road while walking, and accidentally tripped and fell to the ground.He fell hard, sat up with a low hum, patted the dirt on his hands, and found that he had scratched his palm.He stretched out his tongue to lick, his mouth smelled of mud mixed with blood, he sat for a moment, then suddenly raised his head——

But seeing the blue sky like washing, the sun is shining brightly.