In early spring, the days were short and the nights were long, and by the time Zhou Zheng and Yuan Zizheng returned to the hospital, it was already completely dark. He was severely criticized by Wen Siqi, which is needless to say.

But fortunately, Wen Siqi did understand Zhou Zheng's temper, and all the firepower was concentrated on him, and he didn't sprinkle any sparks to Yuan Zizhi. And after the training, she urged Zhou Zheng and the others to go to dinner, and the meal was also specially ordered by her to be kept, and it was warmed by the stove, and it was not cold.

"I knew you wouldn't be really angry."

"Shut up and eat, I'll poke your anger when I see you."

Poke gas is the Pingjiang dialect, which means to hate. Wen Siqi stayed in Jinshui Town for a few days, with an interesting attitude, and learned two sentences, most of the time, which was used to mock Zhou Zheng. And Zhou Zheng didn't go out of the Wu language area in his previous life and this life, so he naturally understood it, so he pulled the rice and laughed twice.

Yuan Zijiu, who was a little hanging, watched Wen Siqi and Zhou Zheng frolicking on the sidelines, and couldn't help but think of the old days. At that time, although the conditions in his family were very poor, his father was a hard-working man, and his mother was a skillful person. When the sun set and the moon rose, his father returned home, and the family gathered at the small table, eating coarse tea and light rice, but they never frowned. Sometimes, just like Zhou Zheng and Wen Siqi now, his father and mother also like to joke with each other......

Memories are like the tide of winter, cold and bitter, and it will wash Yuan's introspective heart to pieces. His expression also changed with his mood, less lazy and more melancholy.

How hopeful Yuan is for self-reflection, the events of Chinese New Year's Eve have never happened, they are all just a dream. Neither relatives nor neighbors have ever left. And he himself is still the most ordinary peasant child, his father and mother have worked hard for a year, just to save some silver, to prepare a bundle for him. So that after the beginning of spring, he will read the Four Books and the Five Classics seriously, and he will not always gather around the fortune teller and beg the half-baked man to teach him to read and write.

Love is the sound of the wind blowing on the treetops in late autumn, and tears are a drop of cold rain that is better than a drop. The wind is full, and the rain falls, naturally.

"Why are you crying?"

"Nothing ......"

Wen Siqi on the side saw it, put away his angry face when facing Zhou Zhengshi, and talked to Yuan Zizheng for the first time: "Let's change a bowl of rice, tears have fallen in." ”

Yuan Zizhi wiped two handfuls of his face with his sleeve, and choked up: "Thank you, don't ......" Before he finished speaking, he sobbed again.

This situation, for some reason, reminded Wen Siqi of her sister. Perhaps, as Zhou Zheng likes to say, human beings are empathetic and will compare hearts to hearts. Her thoughts softened as she turned to this. She took two steps and walked behind Yuan Zijiu, and her white jade carved hand gently stroked Yuan Zijiu's vest. She is like a young sister, comforting her younger brother: "If you want to cry, cry, just cry." ”

"Yes!" After reluctantly answering the words, Yuan Zizhi's tears fell into the bowl and mixed with the food. Wen Siqi wanted to reach out and change a bowl for him, but he refused. He shook his head with teary eyes, then shuddered, and silently took everything in the bowl into his mouth, almost covering his entire cheek.

Emptying the bowl completely, Yuan Zizhuan raised his head and chewed hard, letting the tears run down his cheeks. Wen Siqi took a step back and gave the space back to himself. At this time, I realized that I don't know when, Zhou Zheng was also full of cheeks and was staring at her.

Wen Siqi frowned and waved her pink fist. Zhou Zhengze used his stretched face to reluctantly make a smiling expression, looking from a distance, like a frog with a bulging mouth.

"Idiot!"

There was no sound, but Zhou Zheng read these two words according to Wen Siqi's lips. But he didn't care about it, and continued to keep the funny smile that was stretched out.

Everything for today, everything for tonight, everything in this room...... It's like the climate at this time, although it is still very cold, but after all, it is spring, and you can expect the warm sun in the future. The last victim and survivor of the Jinshui tragedy, his story, at this point, also has a comforting ending for the time being.

As for the future...... Who knows what the future holds but God? But with the belief of never giving up and the vision of good things, it is always possible to move forward.

It was also on this night that Zhou Zheng taught about one-third of the content of the "Nine Turns of the Golden Body Technique" to Yuan Zijiu. And Yuan Zijiu also lived up to expectations, and easily established a preliminary movement vein, dissipating part of the dead qi in his body.

The rest of the trivial matters need not be repeated.

On the second day, not long after dawn, Zhou Zheng took Yuan Zizheng out for a walk and visited several famous gentlemen. He wants to find a suitable one among them to solve Yuan Ziji's problem of schooling.

In fact, to really put it mildly, the highest institution in Pingjiang Mansion is undoubtedly the Pillow Flow Book Club.

This is not only because Teacher Song is both civil and military, but because he is a great talent, but also because he was originally born in the Confucian altar and is a direct disciple of Yan Hui, one of the seventy-two sages. In the future, whether it is walking the rivers and lakes or devoting himself to the imperial examination, when exchanging names and surnames, he will say "Teacher Pingjiang Song is the teacher below", which is a very face-saving thing.

It would be even more remarkable if he could be favored by Teacher Song and be able to enter the hall like Meng Zhuo and become a true disciple of Teacher Song. The heir of Yan Hui's lineage, this name is even more famous, and in places where Confucianism is strong, it can be used as a credit card.

In addition, the relationship network between the seventy-two sages is also invaluable. Walking in officialdom, with this network, if it is operated well, it is enough to save people ten years of hard work.

And Zhou Zheng happens to be the type that can be favored by Teacher Song, and if he wants to stuff a child to study in the book club, it is absolutely no problem. However, Yuan Zijiu was 120,000 wary of the Pillow Flow Publishing House, so he could only give up.

In the end, after going around for a morning, according to Yuan's self-reflection and self-reflection, he handed over the bundle to one of the teachers, Mr. Huang, even if he had gone through the admission procedures. Then there was nothing to do, Zhou Zheng took Yuan Zizheng to make a few new clothes, and bought some preserved fruit and candied fruit, ready to take them back for Wen Siqi to eat.

Walking back to the hospital, Zhou Zheng saw two big carriages parked at the door from a distance. He didn't care about this, and led Yuan Zizheng to bypass the carriage and go to the hospital. Unexpectedly, as soon as he approached, a familiar voice sounded.

"Zhou Daxia, the contemptible person came early in the morning, brought some gifts, and wanted to visit you. I didn't expect to come with you with a front foot and a back foot. So I didn't go in at all, just waiting for you to come back at the door. ”

It was none other than the haunting horse commander. I saw that he was very dressed up today, the miscellaneous hairs on his face were shaved clean, and his beard was shiny. Coupled with his bright armor, there are really so many famous warriors.

The horse commander laughed twice, picked up the curtain of the carriage, and jumped down with a plop, and the ground shook. He had a smile on his face, his eyes swept, and when he swept Yuan Zijiu's face, it was obvious that his face twitched, but it immediately returned to normal.

"Zhou Daxia, I have heard that you rescued this child. You are really a bodhisattva, the reincarnation of an immortal, with the heart of all sentient beings and the ability to conquer mountains and seas, my Zhou Daxia. ”

In the face of the praise of the flesh, Zhou Zheng was unmoved, he looked at Commander Ma's round face full of oil, and asked without humility or arrogance: "Commander Ma, don't talk about those vain, tell me, what do you want to do?" ”

"Haha, Zhou Daxia is refreshing, but I'm an official like me, cheesy, vulgar!" The horse commander roared and laughed, and the guards standing beside him also laughed, as if this was a sea of joy. People who don't know think that monkeys are playing at the entrance of the medical hall.

After laughing and laughing, Commander Ma pointed at Yuan Zijiu, and said slowly: "At the beginning, you didn't hand over the child to me, saying that you wanted to save the child's life. I accepted this reason, so I didn't dare to nag you. But now that the boy is no longer in danger of his life, I say, you should give him to me, right? ”

As soon as Commander Ma's words came out, Zhou Zheng only felt that his sleeves sank. He turned his head sideways to look, and it turned out that Yuan Zizhi was sweating on his forehead, looking panicked, and was grabbing the corner of his clothes.

Zhou Zheng pulled out the corner of his clothes from Yuan Zizhi's hand, put his hand on his shoulder, gave him a "reassuring" look, and then replied to the horse commander: "When he was unconscious, there was such a question as who would take care of him." Now that he has recovered his health and is a living person who can make decisions for himself, it is natural that he should go to school, eat and eat, so why bother the horse to command you? ”

Seeing that Zhou Zheng didn't give him face, the false smile on his face collapsed in an instant, and his tone became cold: "If it is an ordinary child, then I naturally can't control it." But as the commander of the garrison in Pingjiang Mansion, his lifeless spirit has not disappeared, and there is still a risk of undeadness, so it naturally has something to do with me. Do you think I'm going to ignore Pingjiang's father and let him wander the streets? ”

"Oh? Risk of Undeadness...... How do I not know, who told you? You brought him to confront me, I don't think he dares to talk nonsense anymore. ”

There is no doubt that just by relying on the horse to command this pustule, it is absolutely impossible to detect whether Yuan Zizheng has the breath of the undead. Thinking about it this way, Zhou Zheng could only wonder if Meng Zhuo had inadvertently revealed something - he wasn't worried that Meng Zhuo would deliberately betray him, after all, when he was unconscious before, it was Meng Zhuo who blocked the horse commander for him. That's why he said that he wanted to find someone to confront him, and he believed that Meng Zhuo would never talk nonsense in front of him.

Unexpectedly, Commander Ma heard this, but laughed hahahahaha. This time he didn't smirk, but a real smile out of ten, just sinister and full of mockery.

"What, do you want to find Teacher Song to confront you?"

"Teacher Song?"

Zhou Zheng was taken aback, he really didn't expect that Commander Ma would spit out such a name in his mouth. Although it is only a one-sided relationship, Zhou Zheng absolutely believes that Mr. Song will not be a despicable villain. Can...... Could it be that Commander Ma lied? Zhou Zheng thought so, but soon this idea was overturned by himself - he didn't believe in Commander Ma's cowardice, and dared to arrange Teacher Song.

So, why exactly? Zhou Zheng fell into deep thought.

It was at this moment that Commander Ma saw that Zhou Zheng was silent, and thought he was afraid. So he waved his hand and gave instructions to the left and right: "Come on, take down the little doll." If you do things cleanly, this commander will be rewarded in the future. ”

Six or seven family members got the order, and rushed over with a strange scream, and they were going to arrest Yuan Zijiu. Yuan Zizhi looked at Zhou Zheng nervously, he clenched his fists, and his bones turned white. If it weren't for the fact that after all yesterday's events, he had established initial trust in Zhou Zheng, I'm afraid he would have killed these people in front of him.

But fortunately, Zhou Zheng quickly came back to his senses and didn't let a farce end in blood.

Although the time is counted, it is less than a month. But today's Zhou Zheng is no longer the stupid boy who just crossed over and was powerless. He who has practiced the "Nine Turns of the Golden Body Technique" and received the empowerment of Daigo, even in the heartbeat realm, is a rare master. To solve the small trouble in front of you, it can be said that it is a no-brainer.

"Drink!"

With a low shout, he brought the mystery of the roar of the lion of Buddhism, like a violent wind, and easily blew away a few guys who rushed up. And although Commander Ma is a fusion warrior, he will not be blown down so easily, but his well-dressed image has also been devastated. Needless to say, the armor was crooked, and even the shiny beard was covered with sand and dust, as if it had become a "yellow beard".

Since the first day of the Lunar New Year, the horse commander, who has been living a proud life in the spring breeze, did not expect that he would bring two large cars of gifts to the door, so that he could say good things and get such treatment. This made him angry, it was the birth of one Buddha and the ascension of two Buddhas, and the three souls and seven spirits collectively exploded.

"So, surnamed Zhou, you are deliberately trying to oppose me?" Commander Ma gritted his teeth and said hatefully.

Zhou Zheng didn't have that anger, and still replied without humility or arrogance: "There are still traces of the dead on this child's body, which is true." But I am not at ease with your ability to hand him over to you. So it's better to let him follow me, and I will take care of him left and right, even if he is really crazy and wants to harm someone, that will start with me. ”

"Yes, you wandering madman, homeless wild dog! You snatched my knife first, and now you dare to rob the person I want? What do you think is great about martial arts, do you think the world is looking at martial arts? Commander Ma trembled with anger: "Today, the commander still has important matters, when I am free, you see if I can dismantle your dog bones!" ”

"Then wait for the good news."

Zhou Zheng ignored the interest of Commander Ma, took Yuan Zijiu's hand, and walked into the compound of the medical hall with him. Behind him was the unwilling roar of the horse commander and the terrifying sound of smashing gifts.

But these Zhou Zheng don't care, and they don't have time to care. Because he went back to his room, he saw Wen Siqi frowning, drinking tea alone in his room.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Zheng felt that the atmosphere was wrong.

Wen Siqi first asked Yuan Zixu to retreat, then sneered twice, took out two letters from his sleeve, and threw them on the table.

"What is this?"

"A love letter, a critical illness notice."

"Huh?"