Because Qin Siyang has been reading geography books recently, and after reading them every day, when the two children are alone at night, he will tell Liu Shuangli what is described in the book, which makes Liu Shuangli itch to listen. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info also found time to pick up the book to read.

The Zhili method described in the book is quite detailed, and there are annotations from previous readers between the pages, and the annotations are all very detailed, indicating that the previous readers have been to the places mentioned in the book, so that such annotations can be made.

This made Liu Shuangli look very curious, and after dinner one day, he looked for a vacancy in the courtyard and asked Chen Qiqing, "Has Mr. Chen traveled to these places before?"

The old man shook his head and said with a smile: "The baby thought it was wrong. The old man had never traveled to the places mentioned in the books, and these books were not originally owned by the old man, and the annotations were not recorded by the old man. ”

"Whose books are they, and who are the commentators, who have traveled to so many places?"

The old man was silent for a long time before he replied slowly: "The book was originally owned by the old man's son, and the words of the commentary are also what he personally said. ”

"Ah-it turned out to be Mr. Chen's son--uh, no--up, Mr. Chen, I didn't think-"

"It's okay, the baby doesn't have to mind. The old man smiled lightly and patted Liu Shuangli's shoulder, and muttered for a moment before he sighed and explained, "This was all many years ago. My son has been a martial artist since he was a child, and he is too lazy to learn. The old man persuaded him in many ways, but it was useless, and then he couldn't follow his wishes and let him go to worship the martial artist to learn martial arts. I don't want the martial artist he worships to be a wanderer, and he likes to travel the mountains and rivers of the world the most, and the child follows him, and he is also the same. He traveled around with his master, and these local chronicles were recorded by the child following his master's notes. Hey, if it weren't for the old man who forced him to take the martial arts examination and record his fame, maybe he would still be following his master and traveling all over the world! But, at least the old man can still know where the others are, not like now, like now-"

The old man spoke, his voice choked, and he hurriedly raised his head to look at the round of eyebrows and moons in the sky that were half hidden behind the clouds, his wrinkled eyes filled with deep desolation.

"Mr. Chen—" Liu Shuangli called softly, she wanted to comfort the old man, but she didn't know where to speak.

"Baby, do you say that the old man is wrong, why does God play tricks on people like this. The old man's two lines of tears couldn't help but roll down from the deep folds, and he gasped heavily, "If I hadn't forced Xiao'er to take the meritorious examination, he wouldn't have been sent to guard Jizhou, he wouldn't have participated in that defeat that was not a defeat, he wouldn't have been questioned by the saint, and he wouldn't have ...... If not, if not...... I can still watch over him now, or at least, hopefully see him. ”

"Mr. Chen!" Liu Shuangli held the old man's hand, and used her smooth little hand to support the old man's loose and calloused palms, constantly rubbing, just trying to brush away some of the grief in the old man's heart.

"Sir's son is loyal to his country, and he should, should—and sir, and he need not be too upset. ”

The old man shook his head: "The baby doesn't know, if the child is really loyal to the country, no matter how sad the old man is, he will be proud of him." But, but- things are so unclear, unclear-"

The clouds in the sky seemed to have wiped away tears, hazy and blurry.

Liu Shuangli held the old man's palm, and didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only accompany him silently.

The days passed, the days were cold, and the sky began to fall with snowflakes.

The days when Liu Shuangli and Qin Siyang stayed at Chen Qiqing's old man's house continued.

Liu Shuangli spent the winter in the north for the first time, and the biting cold wind always made her very uncomfortable, and at night, even if there was a carbon fire in the house, she felt too cold. And Qin Siyang, looking the same as Liu Shuangli, is very unaccustomed to this cold climate.

Liu Shuangli is a southerner, and it is natural that he can't stand the cold of the north. But Qin Siyang is a northerner, and he has spent the winter in the north since he was born, and his unaccustomed habits can only be explained separately.

Refugees who sleep on the streets in the city of Peizhou begin to live one day at a time when the weather is completely cold.

In the end, it's rare to meet one in the city.

I heard that these poor homeless people were either frozen to death in the end, or like geese, looking for their last chance in the slightly warmer south.

Finally, on this day, the heavy snow that blew up one after another turned the heavens and the earth into a silvery white.

Heaven and earth look white, but the people who live between heaven and earth are swallowed up by this whiteness.

In the small city, there are more and more people who are frozen to death, so much so that the hill outside the city that specializes in collecting and burying the dead can no longer fill so many ghosts.

The snow is continuous, and people can no longer go out to do things, so they can only stay in the house and watch the snowflakes fly in the sky.

Recently, because of the weather, people have been idle, and Song Ye, the head of the land in this area, will take the opportunity to visit Mr. Chen from time to time.

In fact, as early as when Liu Shuangli went to the east gate of the city to set up a stall every day, Song Ye often found them to help write. However, Liu Shuangli didn't think much about it at that time, although he didn't like them, but if there was business at the door, of course he would greet him with a smile, not to mention that Song Ye couldn't afford to offend, and the silver he gave was very generous, so they didn't dare to refuse and had no reason to refuse.

But after the heavy snow closed the stall, Song Ye also came to the Chen family, and Liu Shuangli had to pay more attention to them.

"Brother Liu stayed in the house like this, don't you want to do something?" Song Ye, who came to the door again, smiled and watched Liu Shuang leave.

Liu Shuangli tilted his head to look at Song Ye, and replied unceremoniously: "Why didn't I think about it, not only did I think about it, I was still doing it, I helped Mr. Chen tidy up the house, learned to make clay figurines with Brother Zhang, and accompanied my little sister to study, so I couldn't be idle every day." It's Song Ye, you seem to be very idle, and you always have nothing to do. ”

After a few times, everyone has seen that Song Ye's goal here is only for Liu Shuangli alone.

He wanted to bring Liu Shuangli to his door to do things.

However, Liu Shuangli didn't want to accept Song Ye's affection, and she didn't want to mix herself up with bullying the poor to survive.

But even if Liu Shuangli didn't want to do anything with Song Ye, he made it clear that he wouldn't mean Song Ye. But Song Ye didn't mind at all, he would still come to the Chen family every time, and every time he came, he always smiled deeply, looked at her meaningfully, and often saw Liu Shuangli feel cold in his heart.

At this time, Liu Shuangli really felt that this Song Ye was very unusual. If this Song Ye still knows how to read, has read some books, and knows more things, then he will be a more powerful character, and he will not just mix in this unknown small city and be a small place in charge of collecting stall rents.

Before the Chinese New Year, the snow has not stopped, and I heard that this year's snow is heavier than in previous years, but the number of times Song Ye came to Chen's house has not decreased because of this.

Seeing that the Chinese New Year is approaching, Liu Shuangli's heart has begun to get annoyed in recent years.

Fortunately, in the two or three streets in the east of the city, only Mr. Chen can know how to write, so in recent years, the neighbors have come to ask Mr. Chen to write a couplet, so that he can change the door couplet during the Chinese New Year.

Liu Shuangli wanted to help Mr. Chen write a couplet, which caused trouble to Song Ye, so he temporarily put it down.

But when she thought about it in the evening, she couldn't help but feel a little bored.