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Huo Zhenye found the medicine pot and fan from Tan Sangu's bamboo house

When he was decocting the medicine, Axiu followed him and collected firewood for him.Huo Zhenye glanced at the snow-covered firewood, and handed the fan to Axiu: "You come to fan the wind, and I'll collect firewood."

She was afraid that the snow would wet her.

Axiu was writing on the snow while fanning the wind. She wrote the word "Christmas".

Huo Zhenye came back with a small bundle of firewood, and smiled when he saw the writing on the ground: "Do you still know about Christmas?"

Axiu added the ball after the word Christmas, she looked up at Huo Zhenye eagerly.

Huo Zhenye understood that Axiu was going to the Christmas ball: "Xu Yanwen invited you to go?" He frowned in his heart, this kid still didn't give up, he obviously already knew that Axiu was a paper doll.

Huo Zhenye has always regarded Axiu as a sensible and obedient little sister, watching her write these with a sullen head, and asked her: "Do you want to go?"

Axiu squatted on the ground, dressed like those girls in Lingguan Village, wearing a big red paper jacket, with a braid divided into two, her chin resting on her arm, and she looked at Huo Zhenye with dark eyes.

She nodded obediently and wrote "want to go" on the snow.

Huo Zhenye added firewood to the medicine stove, kept fanning the black smoke, and coughed twice: "If you want to go, then go, I will cover you."

Axiu's eyes were shining, she couldn't light the fire, so she beat Huo Zhenye's shoulders and served him tea and water.

Bai Zhun saw Axiu running back and forth in the room, and turned his neck to look at it twice: "Axiu, beat my leg."

Huo Zhenye glanced at him through the window and chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?" Bai Zhun raised his brows with a bad look on his face.

"I laugh at how you even eat your daughter's jealousy."

The bamboo window fell with a sound, and the snow accumulated on the window hit Huo Zhenye's head and face. He choked on the smoke and snow, and laughed and cursed softly through the bamboo window: "Vinegar essence."

One plant of herbal medicine only boiled a pitch-black bowl of soup, which at first glance could tell that it was bitter like bile. Huo Zhenye held the bowl and wanted to coax Bai Zhun to drink it. He found honey from the box and made a thick cup of honey water.

Bai Zhun looked at him, then at the medicine bowl.

"The third aunt taught me that this medicine can resist wind and cold." Huo Zhenye made an excuse, afraid that Bai Zhun would be overwhelmed.

Since childhood, Bai Zhun has been drinking the medicine frequently. As soon as he smells it, he knows that the medicine is not for warding off the wind and cold.

He glanced at Huo Qishao's fingertips blackened by firewood, reached out to take the medicine bowl, and drank it all in one gulp without even frowning.

Then his eyebrows were furrowed, he stuffed three pieces of toffee into his mouth, took another gulp of honey water, and held his breath without speaking.

"Is it bitter?" Huo Zhenye asked him.

Bai Zhun swallowed the last sip of honey water, and squeezed out two words from his throat: "Nonsense!" If it wasn't for his sake, he would never drink this bitter medicine.

Huo Zhenye went up the mountain for several days in a row, and he always got something.

There are many wild animals in the mountains and forests. When food is plentiful in summer, they will come down the mountains to look for food.In winter, the mountains are covered with heavy snow, and I always come out to look for food when I am very hungry.

Huo Zhenye had all his guns on, but nothing happened. There was a time when the roar of the tiger was close at hand, but he didn't even see a tiger hair.

He thought it was Tan Sangu's ghost protecting him, so he took a photo through the copper coin hole to thank Sangu.

Sangu Tan floated aside, looking at the golden light on Huo Zhenye's body that was getting brighter and brighter, and if it continued to shine like this, even she dared not get close.

Bai Zhun drank the medicine for three days in a row, his cough gradually got better, and his pale lips were a little more bloody.

The old graves all over the mountain were turned over by Huo Zhenye, and he couldn't find any other herbs, so Bai Zhun said to him: "Go back." While he recovered, go back and retrieve the master's bone.

"Didn't you find it?"

The Seven Stars are still two short of the last two.

"Five stars are enough."

They buried Tan Sangu and burned paper horses as sacrifices.

Huo Zhenye negotiated with the village chief that if he finds Qixing again, he will be sent to the city by someone, and the money will be doubled at that time.

When they returned to Shanghai, it was already the day of the Christmas ball, the car stopped at the entrance of the Bai Mansion, Axiu ran down quickly, and saw a big pink gift box tied with a bow at the door.

Axiu didn't dare to open it, so she immediately went to see Bai Zhun.

Bai Zhun said with a sullen face, "What is this?"

Huo Zhenye coughed: "I bought this for Axiu, maybe there is no one at home, so I put it at the door." He scolded Xu Yanwen in his heart for being stupid, no matter how he gave a gift, he didn't know how to hide it.

Bai Zhun glanced at him, snorted, and the wheelchair rolled into the room.

Axiu returned to her room with the gift box in her arms. She opened the box and saw a cheongsam made of paper and a pair of paper high-heeled shoes inside.

Axiu quickly took it out, and the mirror in her room was also made of paper. Putting on the paper dress, she turned around slowly in front of the mirror, stepped into her high-heeled shoes, and took two steps "du, du".

As soon as Bai Zhun got home, he went into the inner room, spread out the pen and paper, picked out the very fine hairs, brought out the black color, and drew strokes on the paper.

Huo Zhenye first called his eldest brother, and then looked through the newspapers that had accumulated for several days. When he saw the news in the newspaper, he ran into the inner room: "The master of the four doors robbed the prison car!"

Bai Zhun paused his pen tip, and one stroke became thicker. He frowned and raised his head: "What's all this fuss about?"

……

Huo Zhenye was stunned. Crazy Wang robbed the prison car of the Japanese Gendarmerie by himself, killed more than a dozen Japanese, and rescued the four brothers.

Huo Zhenye put down the newspaper: "I'm going to make coffee, do you want hot chocolate or milk tea?"

"Chocolate milk tea." Two in one, the best taste.

When the sun was setting, Axiu was sneaking out to go to the dance party. A dozen or so paper figures in the room all came out to see her, and the mahjong player stopped playing mahjong and poked his head out of the room.

"Mu Guiying" also wanted to give Axiu the pompom on her corolla, which was her most beautiful thing.

Axiu stuffed the paper pompom into the bag.

If she wanted to sneak out, she had to walk through the door of Bai Zhun's room, all the paper figurines were showing her off, and those who played mahjong stood in a row in front of the inner room door.

Qi Qi waved his hands, signaling to Axiu to hurry up, and don't let the master find out.

Axiu was overjoyed and jumped down the stairs with a few steps. Bai Zhun was still drawing, when he suddenly looked up and saw two paper figurines blocking the door.

Put the pen down: "What are you doing?"

The paper figurines turned around and shook their heads at him, indicating that they were doing nothing.

Huo Zhenye turned his head away, feeling a bit unbearable to look at it, Axiu is wise, but these Homo sapiens haven't enlightened yet, it's so obvious, it's no wonder Bai Zhun didn't notice it.

"They are here to tell me that the tea is ready on the stove, would you like another cup?"

The milk tea in the purple clay pot is all gone.

Bai Zhun "humph" again, this little trick, you still want to get away with it under his nose?

"Scatter!" Bai Zhun's voice sank, several paper figurines scattered like birds and beasts, and ran back to the mahjong room to hide, leaving only Axiu in dancing clothes and dancing shoes.

She stood with her head bowed, and if she could cry, she might have cried.

"Come here," Bai Zhun said.

Axiu didn't dare to move, she was afraid that the master would ask her to take off Dr. Xu's gift.

"Otherwise forget it, let her go, she's been very obedient these days." Huo Zhenye tried to speak up for Axiu.

Bai Zhun raised his phoenix eyes slightly, and Axiu walked forward obediently.

She saw a smiling face on the table, with hidden brows and eyes, and a smile on her lips. This is the face drawn by the master, a face that can smile.

Bai Zhun cut off Axiu's current paper face with a bamboo knife and replaced it with this one.

A Xiu smiled and turned to look at Bai Zhun first, then Huo Zhenye.

"Axiu is so beautiful." Huo Zhenye praised her.

"What's there to be happy about? From now on, this face can only smile." In Bai Zhun's opinion, a face that can only smile is better than a face that is calm and free from desires.

Axiu didn't understand at all, she only knew that she finally had a smiling face, as light as a butterfly.

"Why did you suddenly figure it out?" Huo Zhenye saw Xu Yanwen bring a bouquet of flowers through the window, and Axiu ran towards him. She was too light, and was blown by the wind, and almost fell into Xu Yanwen's arms.

Xu Yanwen stepped forward hastily, wanting to reach out to catch her, but afraid of being abrupt.

From the beginning to the end, he regarded Axiu as a human being.

Bai Zhun didn't even bother to take a look.

Huo Zhenye was still looking at the backs of Xu Yanwen and Axiu, and a flash of light flashed in his mind, the paper clothes and paper shoes in the gift box!

"Where did he get these clothes and shoes?" He thought of the paper figurine Xiaojie, Song Ying and those paper shops on Sanguantang Road.

Bai Zhun didn't answer, he said to the door: "Stand in a row, no mahjong is allowed."

The paper people came out of each room with their heads drooping, and one crawled out of the closet, and they all stood in the hall for punishment.

Zhifei glanced quietly at Huo Zhenye, hoping that Huo Zhenye could speak well for them.

"Where can it come from? I can smell it through the box." From Bai Yang, Bai Zhun knocked on the purple sand teapot: "Add tea."

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