Tao Ran is happy

The cold wind howled, the windows and doors were squeaked non-stop, the candles flickered, and the snow outside seemed to be getting heavier.

He stopped writing, got up, and couldn't help opening the window sash to look out.

The skin that was blown by the cold and sharp wind caused waves of stinging pain.

That person has been kneeling outside for more than two hours...

He turned his head and looked at the master who was sitting in the room with his eyes closed and his beard and frown furrowed.

Call softly, "Master..."

Master opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the door.

"Don't worry about it, it will take some time before you know the difficulty and retreat."

Sighed.

That person somehow found out about this place where Master lived in seclusion, and when he came, he was covered in stab wounds, and even brought a dead woman with him, what he asked for should be quite serious.

If the master responds rashly, I am afraid that it will cause disaster.

After serving the master, I tidied up myself and went back to sleep.

When I woke up the next day, the snow hadn't stopped.

After brewing tea for the master, I walked to the side table and sat down on my knees, flipped through the "Wu Zi" on the top of the table, and then comprehended it, and memorized a few sudden insights.

Just after going out, I collected the bacon hanging outside, and went to the door by the way, and saw the man, still kneeling at the bottom of the mountain.

It has been obscured by the snow, and you have to look carefully to see it clearly.

It was a whole night without leaving.

Look at Master.

His brow furrowed even tighter.

"hold on."

In his tone, he also loosened a lot.

Nodding his head, he made up his mind.

At sunset, the snow became heavier, and the cold air was forced into the house. The two burning charcoal basins seemed to be unable to stop the cold.

"Yizhi, take the cloak."

He exhaled lightly, finally relieved.

"promise."

Putting on a cloak for the master, I also put on a few more clothes, held a lamp, and went out with the master.

The feet stepped on the snow deeply and shallowly, and it was difficult to move forward.

My hands were numb from the cold, and the fire in the lamp was gradually dying out. I'm afraid it won't last long.

this weather...

That person... nothing will happen to him...

When he walked in, he saw that snow had covered him all over, silently.

Only the person who was holding her tightly in her arms... seemed unwilling to let go no matter what.

The man seemed to have heard the voice, raised his head with difficulty, and tried to look at them with his eyes open.

The corners of the lips, as if they were still very small, made a smile.

I, too, couldn't help but smile back.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

Then, I saw that person relaxed and fell down.

He hurried over to help him, and looked at Master again.

"Let's put it here, girl, and take the man back first."

"promise."

Everything within reach of the tentacles has become as cold and hard as stone.

After a lot of difficulty, the two were separated, and they came back with the person in their arms, and placed them in their own house.

He lit five or six charcoal basins and placed them around, and took out all the quilts used in winter, and covered the man with a bed.

The other party, however, was still swaying coldly.

That does not work……

Boiled a few buckets of hot water from the kitchen, removed all the quilts, and the clothes were frozen on the wound, and the warm water melted the ice, and they could be taken off after slowly wiping.

I didn't have time to take care of the medicine that Master made himself, and kept rubbing his body with a warm towel, and then applied the medicine to wrap his wound.

After repeating this many times, the man finally raised his head and exhaled quietly.

This is slowing down.

He supported the person on his body and poured the medicine, spit it out, wiped it off and continued to pour it, and finally swallowed it with great difficulty.

Seeing that the other party fell into a deep sleep, he was so tired that he rested aside.

Unexpectedly, within a moment, I heard a low choking voice again.

Looking up, he saw that the man had tears all over his face, curling himself into a ball trembling.

Muttering in the mouth.

"Mommy mommy……"

It is the name of mother in some places in the north...

Walked over to touch someone, and immediately stuck to him, his skin was scorching hot.

Sigh lightly.

He took off his outer shirt and middle clothes, lifted the quilt and lay down.

Immediately, the other party quickly climbed up and held on tightly.

Rubbing and crying, after a while, my underwear was also wet.

The person calling at this time has become a strangely pronounced "Dad."

She touched his head and wiped his tears.

Look at this handsome appearance... not too old... still like a child...

Wipe away his tears again, and after a while, his face was covered with water from crying again.

A boy can still have so much water...

And, like a puppy, it rubbed against him back and forth.

Clothes are wrinkled and wet, it's already serious.

The wound also oozes blood.

Some, dumbfounding.

He grabbed someone and hugged his limbs tightly to prevent him from moving around, and tucked the quilt that he kicked away.

Yawned.

This guy... can really toss...

Master asked Uncle He to bury the girl, and then asked me to go and see what the person was carrying.

In addition to some small accessories, there are also some jade pendant coats of arms that clearly show their identity.

Like, which royal family or aristocratic mark, I can't remember right now.

Just as I was about to think carefully about which book I saw, Master put it away and only gave me a few others.

After telling the person to wake up, give him the things and see what he has to say.

After answering, he went back to guard the man and continued pouring the medicine laboriously.

After I checked my pulse and found that I was well, I went to the kitchen to ask Mrs. He to make some hot porridge.

If you have not eaten for a long time, you are afraid that your stomach will not be able to bear it for a while, so it is better to eat something soft and glutinous first.

When he came back, he was already awake.

Open a pair of smart and delicate big eyes, flickering eyelashes looking around.

He smirked and carried his things over.

Unexpectedly, he turned around suddenly, startled.

It seemed that he was also startled.

I pulled my hair and fell back again.

He couldn't help laughing, causing him to stare blankly.

It's... cute.

I want to rub the top of his head...

The cheeks are so skinny due to illness...otherwise it must feel good to hold...

Suddenly, somehow, he was silent again.

I'm afraid... I remember the past...

Sighed, handed the things to him, and persuaded him again.

The man was holding something and was stunned again.

to see.

This matter can't be stopped, so I should.

His arms were trembling, and he couldn't put on his clothes, so he went up to help.

His legs were probably caught in the cold, and they were shaking all the time, but he insisted on walking over. He couldn't bear it, so he could only help him.

Not wanting to see the tomb, he pushed me away at once, walked over a few steps and fell to his knees on the ground.

Started crying again.

After kneeling in the snow for so long, the master said that if he passed by one step too late, he could not be saved.

Should be a person with a strong and courageous heart.

However, I saw him cry several times.

The fall just now may have hurt, but I don't see any expression in his expression.

My heart hurts, have I lost my mind to my body?

She used to sit next to him, and after watching him engrave the words, she took his shoulders.

He grabbed my sleeve and skirt and buried it in my chest, whimpering in a soft voice.

Patted on the back, giving him relief.

Forget it from now on, forget all the pain.

People, no matter how hard it is, you have to live well.

I worshiped the master, served tea, didn't say anything else, only said the name, and talked about the past, and gave up all grievances, and didn't think about it anymore.

Among the royal families and nobles of various countries, there is no surname Li...

Is it... your new name?

The master seemed very happy and asked him to rest well and come to class in two days.

Brother...

After being picked up by the master before, he was always alone, practicing literature and martial arts, playing the piano and painting, all alone.

At this moment, there was one more person beside him.

Junior brother...

Li Rong.

Banyan.

Can't help but smile and stretch out his hand.

The other party blinked, took a breath, shook back, and laughed too.

Wake him up early.

See him tossing his hair in a hurry.

The method is so rude.

Sure enough, he is the young master of a rich family, and he doesn't know how to clean up.

Several strands of long hair were ripped out.

Still planning to wrap it with cloth strips?

It's okay to be sick a few days ago, but let the master see it today, what can I do?

Went to comb his hair.

The hair is soft and slippery, which is really difficult to manage.

After finally holding onto it and securing it with a hairpin, he began to shake his head and giggle.

What should I do if I drop it?Want me to do it again?

After a reminder, he obediently went to fold the quilt.

Fortunately, this does not seem to need to be taught.

I went to the kitchen to fetch hot water and warmed it up for him to wash.

Let me do what I do, and if I don't understand, I will tug at the corner of my clothes and ask humbly.

Although he can't do many things, he won't cause trouble to others.

They study very seriously.

is a good boy.

It's so easy to be bullied...

Entered the master's bamboo pavilion.

Master really asked about the basics of the coursework.

Rong'er muttered a few words, said "bastard", and then stared at Master innocently.

Master also... stared at him...

I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The veins on Master's forehead seemed to be jumping.

Hastily put away the smile.

sin sin.

Sure enough, it didn't take long to hand in an article, a mess.

And the words... are horrible.

The master who has been nourishing the body for many years has become really angry.

He is good at acting, he licked his face and smiled as he walked over, patting the back and serving tea.

Still didn't get away with it.

After a while, I heard it again...

Gollum...

Shaking his head and smiling, he got up and found an excuse to go out with Master.

When I went out, I saw him looking at me pitifully.

After arranging the medicinal materials, he went around to the kitchen.

Take an egg from the shelf.

I'm afraid it's impossible to hide it from the master, but if you eat it, you can eat it, and the master will not stop it.

Stare at most.

And... people are too thin.

Get fatter...

Only the face can grow flesh.

Ok……

It's sure to be fun to pinch.

Gotta grow some meat.

Go back to the Xuan room and slip the eggs over to him.

Sure enough, he had a happy expression on his face, and smiled like a cat who was stealing fish. He secretly lowered his head and peeled it off a few times.

Master looked up from the page and took a look.

He is very busy now, so he didn't notice.

He pursed his lips tightly to suppress a smile.

After a while, the master really made a sound while he stuffed it into his mouth.

Choked.

Tears were coughed up.

The master pushed tea for him.

To snatch the teapot is to pour it hard.

After panting smoothly, he answered weakly again, lowered his head and went out to fetch water.

This time I couldn't stop laughing.

Master also stroked his beard and smiled.

During the lunch break, I took out the piano, cleaned my hands, burned incense, and tuned the strings, playing a cheerful tune.

Rong'er followed me as usual these days and sat on the side.

It didn't take long before I saw his head, bit by bit, slowly falling down.

He suddenly raised a high-pitched voice, which woke him up, and turned his head to look around in a daze.

Wan Mou smiled, caught a glimpse of him wrinkling his little nose, got up and walked back the mountain.

As usual, I guess I'm going to wake up.

I can't help but feel a little strange in my heart.

Is what I play easily sleepy?

Obviously changed to a distinct rhythm.

This afternoon, Master took the ancient scroll and planned to tell us about Song Xianggong.

When I turned to look for Rong'er, there was no one there, and I didn't know where he went.

Let me find it.

I answered with a smile.

As soon as I reached the foot of the mountain, I saw him playing with plum blossoms with a smile on his face, chanting some unknown words, and wandering back leisurely.

He... also brought a lot of things from the farmer.

Did not find me.

She smiled and was about to call him when she turned a corner and walked back.

He frowned, followed, and saw him squatting in front of the tomb, picking up some grass, sweeping the soil, placing the plum blossoms neatly in front, and bowed with his hands together.

My heart hurts.

He is not, is he sad again?

Called people over.

He turned his head, saw that it was me, and ran over with a smile.

Look at him and breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I didn't cry.

The hand was held suddenly, and just as surprised, he found that his hand was extremely cold.

Grabbing it and covering it to get warmer, I couldn't help but say something to him.

He still smiled and didn't reply, his eyes were crooked, overflowing with happiness.

Very beautiful.

Wanting to pinch his face, I held back, and instead patted his shoulders, fearing that what I just said was overdone, I persuaded him again.

Rong'er blinked and looked at me.

what happened again?

After returning, I saw him busy tossing chicken feathers.

It seems to be a pen.

Look at what he is using now, it is my old brush.

Fortunately, Uncle He sent some rabbit skins, took some, and made some new ones for him.

Handwriting always needs to be practiced, it’s okay with Master and I, otherwise it will always be troublesome when we go out and meet some noble people who need to devote ourselves to it.

He himself didn't care about it at all, and he still played vigorously.

Writing and drawing on paper made a long article.

He smiled and gave it to Master.

I scanned my eyes, and the words... are still, unsightly.

After seeing it, the master scolded as usual, but then, his expression became solemn, and he began to think deeply.

Rong'er has come to my side, grabbing my shoulder and watching me make a pen.

The little face was flushed, and the eyes were bright.

laughing.

Every day, it seems that there are no worries, always smiling.

I don't know what he is laughing at.

But I heard the master's order, let me teach him how to learn the piano.

His face collapsed immediately.

I responded with a smile again.

It seems that I also...

Always laugh?