Yitian Tongren: White Moonlight

Yang Huan often felt that there was something wrong with his adoptive father. If it weren't for his high understanding and martial arts skills, he would really doubt his adoptive father's brain.

For example, now, when he was asked to go down the mountain to find a carpenter to make a wooden wheelchair, he only got back a blueprint and waved it in front of him happily, saying, "When I make it, I'm sure she will be very grateful!"

Yang Huan never believed that a person who couldn't cook a meal could make a wooden wheelchair.If it wasn't for Miss Xiaoyu knowing that if there is no one who can cook in her family, everyone will starve to death, so while taking care of her mother, she kindly brought food up the mountain, he and her mother would be so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs.

"Huan'er, don't believe me, I, Yang Xiao, are... hey! Hey! Why are you going?"

Yang Huan knew that his father wanted to show off how powerful he was in the past, so in order not to hurt his ears, it was better to walk away first.

"I'm going to help my mother out to get some air."

Yang Xiao didn't stop him, he took the ax and began to wrestle with the wood he had just cut.

A few days ago, I felt a feeling in my waist and legs. While the father and son were not in the house, Juejue tried to get up by holding on to the bedposts, but his legs couldn't exert any strength at all. After standing for a while, they were shaky, and then knelt down beside the bed with a thud.

Hearing the movement, Yang Xiao rushed in. Seeing her forehead sweating from the pain, he couldn't help but blame: "What are you doing? Don't you know if your legs are good or not? If you want to get up, you don't know how to call me and Huan'er." ?”

Although he was not forgiving, his arms were already stretched out to help her up.

At this moment, Juejue felt sorry for himself, and he didn't want others to see his own misery, so he slapped his waist away with his fingers barely touching his waist, and said stiffly, "Don't worry about it!"

"Oh, I don't care about you, you died long ago!" Yang Xiao was annoyed at her confusion, since she woke up for more than half a month, every time he approached her, he would ruthlessly avoid her. "I don't even think about who has been taking care of you for the past few months? Ah, you dead nun, don't you know how much kindness I have to you? I am your nobleman~"

"Yang Xiao!" Jue Jue suddenly raised his head from between his arms, his eyes widened and he wanted to kill him immediately, without any delay. "I beg you to save me? I wanted to die with all my heart, but you are the one who is so sentimental! Heh, your kindness is as heavy as a mountain? You should think about it carefully, are you worthy?!"

"Okay, you just want to die, right? Huan'er," Yang Xiao knew he was standing at the door at this time, "Go and bring the wild vegetable porridge I just made~"

Seeing Yang Huan wink at her foster father, Xin Dao's mother is often stubborn, and only father can deal with her.Regardless of whether it would make her angry or not, he obediently complied and went to Dongchu to bring the bowl into the house.

Extinction is the taste of his "millet porridge".

Although I have never cooked before, I have eaten a lot of food after living for decades, but I have never eaten such unpalatable porridge.

On that day, Huan'er asked herself if she was okay while feeding, but she suppressed her nausea and said it was all right, it was impossible to spit it out in front of the child.After finally finishing a bowl, my back is already wet.

Now hearing him say that he wants to eat the wild vegetable porridge he made by himself again, it is really harder than lying in bed all his life.

"Yang Xiao..." Jue Jue didn't know that his voice trembled when he called him.

Yang Xiao took the bowl from Huan'er's hand and put it on the table, bent down and hugged Miejue back to the bed and sat on the bed, and sat on the bedside with the porridge, took a spoonful and blew, and said to the woman in front of him kindly: "Mr. Xiang, come, try the porridge I made~ I blew it, it's not hot. Ah~~"

Juejue really wanted to slap his provocative eyes so that he wouldn't be so complacent, it's so irritating!If I can't recover all the time, won't I be bullied by him like this for the rest of my life?After living for more than thirty years, I realized what life is better than death.

"I'm not hungry."

"No. You're hungry." Yang Xiao nodded affirmatively, his heart bursting with joy: Xiao Mian~ I can't cure you anymore?

"Father..." Yang Huan, who was standing aside, couldn't stand it any longer. He clenched his fists and mustered up the courage to interrupt, "Mother~ give father a soft hand, and he won't force you..."

Yang Huan knew that he couldn't persuade Yang Xiao, so he had no choice but to persuade Yang Xiao pitifully.

How could he bow his head so easily after being fierce for a lifetime?

"Huan'er, call me Shitai!"

"Alas..." Both sides couldn't persuade, Yang Huan shook his head and went back to his room to continue researching new prescriptions.

Yang Xiao raised his eyebrows, moved the spoon closer, and said in a slightly threatening tone: "It's not good to eat when it's cold~"

The extinction spirit also came up, gave him a sharp eye, opened his mouth, ate the white porridge and green vegetables in the spoon, and swallowed them hastily, lest the nausea would come up and accidentally spit it out.

If you die, you will die. It's not like you haven't died before. Are you still afraid of his unpalatable bowl of vegetable porridge?

Seeing her appearance like this, Yang Xiao felt it was funny, winked at her triumphantly, and asked, "What? What does it taste like? But it's so bad that Master wants to vomit?"

Miejue smacked her lips, tasted the remaining taste in her mouth, a fresh fragrance made her stomach empty instantly.Only then did he realize that he had bluffed him, so he gouged him out with his eyes, grabbed the bowl and ate it all by himself.

Yang Xiao laughed out loud, and suddenly remembered that this woman was thin-skinned, so he quickly pursed his lips and held back, making his face flush.

Therefore, every time the extermination criminal wanted to do something but refused to be helped, Yang Xiao would use all kinds of weird tricks to treat her, and he would always be a little obedient for a while.

Yang Huan didn't want his mother to be bullied to death by his father, so he said he wanted to make a wooden wheelchair for his mother, just like Zhuge Liang's wooden wheeled cart, which was convenient and practical.In the room, my mother can turn the wooden wheel by herself, and it is always more convenient to drink water and make up; if she wants to go out of the room to breathe, Yang Huan doesn't have to hold and hold her like now, which is very laborious.

When Juejue came out with Yang Xiao's support, he saw Yang Xiao sweating profusely with his upper body bare. He squinted to see that he was fighting against wood. He was puzzled, and lowered his head and asked Yang Huan, "What is he doing?"

"Mom, Dad is making a wooden wheelchair for you! Until you are fully recovered, this wooden wheelchair is a good thing! You can sit on it, go to the dressing table to comb your hair, and pour water for yourself!" Yang Huan wanted to match up the relationship between the two of them, otherwise if the mother's health recovered, the two of them might have many fights.I heard from my adoptive father that my mother was once the head of the Emei Sect, and I think her martial arts are also very good.Thinking that both of them are masters, I still want to see them compete in martial arts, what a contradiction!

"Oh, I learned the carpenter's craft again." Juejue has long since ignored how Yang Huan called him, and he has corrected him countless times without changing his words. He is just a child, so she can call her whatever she wants, and let him go.

Yang Huan supported Miejue and sat down in the shade of the trees in the yard, ran into the house and took out a water bottle and cup, looked at the small table, then ran to the adoptive father's room to get the things he used to be handsome on weekdays Folding fan to fan the wind for my mother.

No matter how hard his heart was, it was softened by the sensible child Yang Huan.Juejue patted his head lovingly, and poured him a glass of water, "I'm not hot, you fan yourself, look at the sweat on this side! Drink some tea to quench your thirst~"

Yang Xiao took the water glass and gulped it down, clinking glasses with both hands with a giggle and putting them in front of Juejue: "Mother~Daddy is thirsty too!"

Miejue blushed, looked up at the man chopping wood over there, picked up the kettle and filled the cup in Yang Huan's hand with water, saw him carrying it like a baby, and immediately turned his head to look away.

Yang Xiao waited for his son to bring him water to drink, and when he heard him say "mother poured it", he only felt sweet in his mouth when he drank it.

This ice-like woman seems to have a chance to turn herself into soft water.

Turning around to look at her, he found that the person turned his head sideways to look at the distant mountains, and did not move for a long time.Figured out the reason, Yang Xiao chuckled, patted his son's head, and said: "Your mother is shy, go find something to say to her."

"Deling~" Yang Huan took his father's order in a funny way, sat beside his mother laughing and fanning her with a fan.

Although the sun was getting higher and higher at noon, and people could sweat out of the sun, Yang Xiao didn't feel it was hard.Such a farm life of "virtuous wife and filial piety" was something he did not dare to hope for in the past.Now, he only hopes that such days can be longer, longer... If possible, he selfishly wants this woman's injury, so be it, only in this way, she is willing to hide behind him and be an ordinary farmer Woman, to be the mother of my adopted son...

"Huh? Hero Yang, what are you doing?" Xiaoyu carried the food up the mountain, and as soon as he entered the yard, he saw Yang Xiao planing wood with a tool.

"Make a wooden wheelchair for your aunt." Yang Xiao stood up and wiped his sweat, then turned his head towards Juejue and hooked the corners of his mouth.

Jue Jue felt his eyes on him, and turned his head to call Xiao Yu: "Girl, come here."

"Hey, just come." Xiaoyu is a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, her family is poor, and her mother is sick.My father hunted in the mountains all year round. Although his income was considerable, it was not enough to pay for my mother's soup and medicine.Once, Xiao Yu's father was bitten by a crazy wild boar. If Yang Xiao, who also went up to the mountain to hunt, rescued him, their family might have been scattered.So when Xiaoyu knew that Yang Xiao's family had no one to cook, he often brought food up the mountain for them.

Knowing that Xiaoyu's family was in trouble, Yang Xiao bought the rice, oil, salt and meat of the two families together while going down the mountain to sell the wild animals, and secretly put them outside their house when they went up the mountain, and gave Xiaoyu money to ask Xiaoyu to go up the mountain to cook for his family. .Xiaoyu also knew about Yang Daxia's help, so he did things quickly and cleanly, even doing laundry and mending together.

Unexpectedly, my mother's illness recurred badly today, so I could only prepare meals at home and bring them up the mountain and hurried back.

For Yang Xiao's wife, Xiaoyu likes to be close to her even more, she is gentle and beautiful, and has a nice fragrance on her body.Although she is also sick, she is not as pale as her own mother, and her clothes will be torn in a mess when she is in pain.In Xiaoyu's eyes, Aunt Fang will always be an elegant and dignified beauty.

"Why is your head sweating? Come up the mountain later, the sun at noon is poisonous." Jue Jue took out a handkerchief to wipe her sweat, feeling sorry for the child.

"I'm not hot..."

"Mother, I'm sweating too!" Before Xiaoyu finished speaking, Yang Huan put his head in front of Juejue, pointed at his forehead and acted like a baby to her.

Juejue didn't know what he was thinking, so he smiled helplessly, took out a handkerchief again, wiped it dry for him carefully, and patted his head, "Okay, go and help Xiaoyu take out the food Put it on."

"Hey! Good~" Yang Huan ran into the house with a smile and cleared the dining table as if happy with a reward.

Seeing the two little ones enter the house, Yang Xiao walked up to Juejue and coughed softly twice: "It's really tiring to make a wooden wheelchair~ That... Mr. Xiang, I'm a little hot...cough..."

Juejue turned his head and ignored him, squinting his eyes and dozing off.

Unexpectedly, this shameless person grabbed his own wrist and rubbed his face with the handkerchief in his hand.

Even when his skill was still there, he could only be tied with him, but now that he looks like this, how can he pull his hand back...

Being taken advantage of by this apprentice again!

"Yang Xiao!" Jue Jue became angry from embarrassment.

"Huan'er, hurry up, your mother is hungry!" After wiping his face, Yang Xiao quickly snatched her handkerchief and put it on his chest.Seeing that her eyes were wide open again, she called Huan'er to put out the fire with a playful smile.

Tsk tsk tsk~ Why is this woman so thin-skinned?Yang Xiao touched the handkerchief on his chest and smiled happily.In the past, when she was the head of the high-ranking Emei School, he liked to tease her. Now that she is sick and weak, he will not miss these opportunities.

Yang Xiao knew that from the moment he took her away in Wan'an Temple, the feelings he had suppressed for many years finally broke out.

Some things are cherished only when they are about to be lost...

Now that he finally rescued her, the love that had been dusty for a long time, I am afraid that he will not be able to bear the loneliness anymore.