Master tutoring class

The days are getting shorter and shorter, and the nights are infinitely longer.

The leaves on the tree are sparse, and the last one hanging on the branch is already crumbling.Wen Jing accompanied An'an all autumn, stepped on the fallen leaves in the mountains, climbed to the trees on the edge of the cliff to pick fruits, until the continuous rainy season came.

"I have to go." Wen Jing pushed aside the grass, revealing the cave behind.It was empty inside, and everything that had been placed there was completely gone.

An An froze on the spot, and Wen Jing turned his head to avoid his gaze, as if this way he would not notice the loss of the other party.

"If you are bullied in the future, remember to hit back, you know?"

"If you can't beat it, just run away, there's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Is the money I gave you enough for you and your siblings to grow up? If it's not enough, I'll take some more for you?"

"Don't cry, I'm just busy."

"Cry, cry, cry, you know how to cry, and you are a man!"

"What are you going to do? I'm going to fight. I don't know when I'll be back."

"Take you? Why take you? You don't know how to fight."

"..."

Wen Jing rubbed An An's head vigorously, as if to vent his anger.Seeing the red eyes on the opposite side, he finally sighed.

Kneel down and meet An An's eyes, "Be good, grow up, don't miss me. If I don't come back, you can live a good life. I'm different from you. I'm cultivating. You live in the dunya. We are not All the way."

The child on the opposite side didn't answer, and tears fell to the ground.

Wen Jing's face turned cold, "Don't cry, I will leave now if I cry."

An An choked, tears rolling in her eyes.

Wen Jing looked at him calmly. After a long time, he stretched out his hand to wipe the tears on An An's face, "I'm leaving. My name is Wen Jing, and the name is Xiuyuan. See you again if you are destined."

At the beginning of winter, Wen Jing left Baili Village.

A whole long winter, the Spring Festival is over, and An An still hasn't seen him.

Chuchun was awakened by a heavy rain. At night, her younger sister suddenly had a fever. An An and her younger brother carried her down the mountain together.

The mountain road was slippery in the rain, and the two of them often wrestled, but they both took good care of their sick sister.

The medical clinic at the foot of the mountain was far away, and An An ran over with deep feet and shallow feet, and did not dare to stop until his legs were sore and weak.

When we got there, the clinic was still open, so I hurried in to wake up the doctor.After the doctor rubbed his eyes and prescribed medicine for his younger sister, An An and his younger brother left the medicine to take care of their younger sister, staying up all night.

This ordeal lasted until noon the next day, when the fever finally subsided, the doctor asked An An to prescribe two more medicines later, and let them go back.

Relieved, An An led his younger siblings home happily.

The air was damp, and it would rain again at some point, so An An quickened her pace.

As soon as I arrived near the mountain, I saw bustling people sitting in a pile, crying loudly, with depression and numb despair on everyone's face.

An An saw the neighbor's aunt in the crowd and ran over anxiously.

The aunt had tears on her face.

"It's raining heavily, and mud suddenly started falling from the mountains. Everyone in the village ran away at once, the mud rushed down, and the house was washed away. I went home to visit my relatives, and before I reached the mountain, I saw the mud falling down. I was so scared that I ran away.”

There are people who have just experienced this sitting on the ground and crying loudly.

"The house and property are all gone, and my life savings are buried under the mud."

Only then did An An realize that the money he left for his younger siblings was still buried under the mud.

All the money he brought with him was used to see a doctor, and he has no savings anymore.

His eyes turned red instantly, and he raised his legs to run up the mountain.

"An'an!" The aunt came to her senses, and immediately rushed forward to hug him, "An'an, you are obedient, the mountain is dangerous, so don't go there. If you lose money, you can still earn money. If you lose people, you will lose everything."

An An suddenly burst into tears, "How can I take care of my younger siblings without those. I don't even have money to see a doctor, and my sister is still ill."

The aunt also felt sour when she heard the crying, and cried together with An An in tears, her voice was miserable, as if she had cried out all the grievances in the world.

"You still have younger siblings. If you are gone, how will you let your younger siblings live?"

The words "brother and sister" caught An An's heart at once.

As if he had lost his strength, he sat on the ground decadently.

Seeing her brother like this, Xiao An ran over with red eyes, grabbed An An's hand and cried, "Brother, you still have me, Xiao An can work hard to make money, Xiao An can eat less, brother, don't cry .”

"Wow--"

Like eating unripe hawthorn, the sourness overflowed the taste buds and rushed to my heart.

Hugging the younger brother, the two brothers hugged and cried bitterly, with their arms tightly wrapped around each other, as if this could generate courage.

"Don't be afraid, my brother is here." An An choked up, comforting her younger brother, swallowing the pain of frustration in her heart.

He didn't know where to go or what to do.

It was getting cloudy again in the evening, and most of the people around the place just dug up something to eat and found a place to rest.

An An had no choice but to send her sister back to the hospital. The doctor at the hospital heard about the disaster and sighed but still didn't drive them away.

In spring, the streets are crowded with people.

There are two little beggars in the nearby town.

Dirty, squatting beside the coming and going street.

There are many people coming and going in spring, but An An doesn't receive much money.

Only a young man with a sword hanging from his waist and a jug in his hand came and went, leaving some money every time he saw him.

One day, he came again, and this time he didn't leave in a hurry.

"Child, the old man sees that you have a good foundation, would you like to follow the old man to cultivate the Tao?"

An An looked up blankly.

The person in front of him seemed to be around the age of a weak crown, his skin was smooth and delicate, his eyes were still round, and he looked younger.

It can't be called "Old Man".

"Aren't you going? After practicing the Tao, you can do what you want to do."

An An didn't reply, but calmly raised her head and asked, "Can my brother and sister go too?"

The person in front of him tapped the floor with his sword, "Then I have to go and have a look."

The sky is getting darker, the light and shadow are flickering, and the last afterglow will also disappear on the horizon.

An An didn't harvest much silver taels today, instead he was tired from running around, walking beside the immortal, he walked slowly with his head down.

The person next to him held a jug in his hand, and chanted while drinking.

"Everything in life is worse than letting go."

An An suddenly looked up at him, "If my brother and sister are not good at all, can't they go with me?"

The man's clothes fluttered, his eyes stared ahead deeply, and he nodded calmly.Seemingly guessing what he was going to say next, she interrupted him first.

"If you don't have the fate of cultivating the Tao, you will not be as comfortable in the world of self-cultivation. I can find a good home for your younger siblings to adopt. They can take care of them far better than you."

An'an sniffed, and said in a low voice, "How good is it? Can I eat enough every day? Can I see a doctor when I'm sick? Can I read? Can I stop doing hard work?" Can... have a home? ?

"can."

Crying and howling sounded beside his ears, and the piercing voice was full of reluctance and helplessness.

The immortal looked at the sky from a distance, with compassion faintly showing in his hazy brows and eyes.

Asked whether life has been miserable for the first time?

I hope, Haiqing Life Insurance.

The author says:

I try my best to double-update today, and I wrote that Brother Sand Sculpture is sweet, and there will be nothing particularly abusive in the future

The last two sentences are taken from "Two Poems of the Golden Hazel Song"——Gu Zhenguan, Qing Dynasty