In the courtyard, a wooden stake was placed not far from Wuyin and Zhao'er, Wuyin squatted and tied a small sleeve arrow to Zhao'er's arm, and then tied a sleeve arrow to his arm, the wind blew gently, and Zhao'er looked at his father curiously.

"Zhao'er, you stand aside first and see how Daddy uses the Hidden Arrow." After standing silently, he quickly activated the mechanism of the Hidden Arrow, and an arrow shot out, and the arrow swooped into the stake with a swift sound, and □□ deep into the stake.

Zhao'er immediately ran to the front of the stake and stood on tiptoe to pull out the arrow, but she couldn't pull it out because her strength was too small, but Zhao'er just refused to let go, and got on the bars with the arrow, and silently laughed on the side, ignoring the image at all.

"Zhao'er, you can't pull out my strength."

Zhao'er continued to pull it out for a while, but still couldn't pull it out, so she gave up, walked over silently, easily pulled it out, and then reloaded the arrow into her sleeve arrow.

"Come on, Daddy will teach you how to use it."

Wuyin taught carefully and then asked Zhao'er to give it a try, the first attempt failed and the second attempt was made, Wuyin told him that he was wrong before trying again, and Zhao'er seemed to understand whether he knew whether he knew what was wrong and nodded.

After many more attempts, Zhao'er finally succeeded in shooting an arrow, and he happily jumped up and dragged his silent clothes like a little bird chirping happily: "Daddy, I shot out." ”

"Awesome, awesome, come, let's continue."

"Hmm."

It's Zhao'er's sixth birthday, Wuyin made a table of delicious meals, Zhao'er smelled the fragrance wafting from the kitchen when he practiced writing in the study, and kept swallowing saliva, but he couldn't go out before he completed today's word learning task, QAQ, I really want to eat, I stopped writing Zhao'er, ran to the door with small steps, and then ran back with a struggle, or I should complete the word learning task first, otherwise my father should be angry again.

Not long after, Wuyin came to the door of the study and knocked a few times: "Zhao'er, come out for lunch." ”

In an instant, Zhao'er ran out and took Wuyin's hand, and Wuyin shook his head helplessly: This child, I heard that I was eating lunch, and I was running at this speed.

When he arrived at the dining hall, Zhao'er stood on tiptoe and came out from under the table with a small round head, and he began to order after seeing the dishes on the table: "There is my favorite sweet and sour fish, well, this is also what I like, it's delicious." ”

Wuyin sat down and said, "Although the food is delicious, you can't be greedy." ”

"Zhao'er won't be like that." He pursed his lips and said.

Wuyin scratched Zhao'er's little nose: "So who ate so much last time and cried and said that his stomach was upset." ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhao'er's face turned red.

"Eat it, it's all your favorite food." Wuyin didn't continue to talk about it, Zhao'er, this kid is so cute, if he continues to tease, this child's face will be as red as a tomato.

After eating, Wuyin put some dishes in a bamboo basket, put them layer by layer and finally covered the lid, and took out the prepared paper money and took Zhao'er to Zhang Lian's cemetery to worship, Zhao'er's birthday is Zhang Lian's death day, Wuyin lowered his eyes, he will not be happy on this day, he has gained a relative and lost a relative.

Walking on the road, Zhao'er asked a little timidly: "Daddy, will my mother not like Zhao'er?" ”

Silent sighed: "Zhao'er, how can your mother not like you, you are the most precious and important person in her heart." ”

Approaching the cemetery, Wuyin's heart is heavier, the closer he gets, the more he can think of Zhang Lian's voice and smile, if Zhang Lian can live, she will definitely be the best mother in the world, a few years ago, when he came to worship, at first because Zhao'er was still young in his arms and couldn't call his mother, and then there were two years, one year Zhao'er was sick, one year it rained heavily, this year Zhao'er can finally kneel in front of the tomb in person, and call her mother.

When I arrived at the cemetery, the small bushes on the side were verdant, and from time to time birds flew to sing, and the offerings were placed silently, so that Zhao'er knelt in front of the tomb, and lit the prepared paper money with a fire fold, the fire burned, and the detriments formed after the paper money was burned were flying, and Wuyin said: "Zhao'er, kowtow to your mother, and say what you want to say." ”

Zhao'er kowtowed very obediently and said: "Mother, my father said that you must like me very much, well, I also like my mother, although I haven't seen my mother, but I think my mother must be the same as my father." ”

Wuyin looked at the burning paper money and listened to Zhao'er's words, his eyes were red: "Lian'er, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of Zhao'er." ”

After returning home, Wuyin drew a portrait on the paper, and Zhao'er got into Wuyin's arms and asked, "Daddy, who are you drawing?" ”

"Your mother."

Zhao'er blinked: "Is this my mother, as good-looking as my father." ”

Silent smiled: "Yes, your mother is not only good-looking, but also good-hearted"

After finishing the painting, Wuyin stared at the painting and shook his head: "No matter how good the painting is, it is not as good as a real person." After saying that, Wuyin wanted to tear up the portrait, but Zhao'er, who was dozing off on the side, woke up and saw that Wuyin was about to tear up the portrait and immediately stopped him.

"Daddy, why are you tearing it off?"

"Alas, what is the use of keeping the style I painted is not as good as your mother's."

Zhao'er held the portrait baby in his arms: "Daddy, give the portrait to Zhao'er." ”

"Okay." It's not bad to leave it to Zhao'er, at least so that he can remember what his mother looks like.

After washing up and sleeping on the bed, Zhao'er scurried around in the quilt and finally put on the most comfortable position and hugged Wuyin: "Daddy, I can't sleep, can you tell me about my mother's parents?" ”

The boy poked the wound in his heart again.

But is it normal for a child to want to know, look at his expectant eyes, don't you talk about it?!

"Your mother" As he spoke, Zhao'er fell asleep, and Wuyin wanted to continue talking, but suddenly found that his son fell asleep, so he stopped and rested.

Suddenly, he heard the slurred words in the child's mouth, and he leaned over to listen carefully, and called out, "Mother, hug." ”

The corners of Wuyin's mouth were slightly hooked, and he hugged Zhao'er in his arms, and straightened the quilt on his body and went to sleep.

In the early morning of the next day, Wuyin got up and washed up refreshed, and when he saw Zhao'er's sweet smile, he couldn't bear to disturb him, thinking that he would take a day off, and quietly left the house to make breakfast.

After making breakfast, he filled his stomach first and looked at the sky, so he came to the house and asked Zhao'er to get up, Zhao'er's eyes were closed, the quilt was buried under his chin, his body was straight and straight, and he knew that Zhao'er had woken up and was pretending to sleep.

Wuyin went over and pushed: "Zhao'er, get up." ”

The person on the bed didn't move.

Keep pushing: "Little lazy cat, get up." ”

Still didn't move.

"Little lazy cat, if you don't have breakfast, it'll be gone."

Suddenly, the person on the bed got up: "Don't eat up my breakfast." ”

"Haha, little lazy cat, pretend to sleep with your father, get up and have breakfast."

Zhao'er snorted lightly: "Daddy, I'm not a little lazy cat. ”

"Okay, okay, it's not a little lazy cat, it's a big lazy cat." Said mischievously without a voice.

"Bad daddy, Zhao'er is not a cat." However, his words had no credibility at all, and his bulging cat's eyes had betrayed him.

Zhao'er didn't want to be called a cat, but many years later, a beautiful man in white chased him every day and called him a cat, a cat, which made him collapse but was willing.

Everything is withered and prosperous, the four seasons change, it has come to the cold winter, this year's winter is particularly cold, and the dry cold of Saibei, and here is the cold, the cold that goes deep into the bone marrow, Wuyin feels a little unbearable, I think that at the beginning, when I was still Ye Ying, the winter was all relied on a righteous body, and it was nothing to experience so many cold winters, but I was used to it in Miaojiang and Saibei, and I felt so cold.

He really misses the extremely luxurious life in Wanmei Villa, with fur and charcoal, and now he can only rely on internal strength to keep warm.

He is fine with internal force to protect him, but Zhao'er is different, Wuyin has to wrap him layer after layer, and he is definitely fully armed when he wants to go out.

It's time to go to the kitchen to cook, Wuyin is very unhappy to go out, as soon as he gets outside, the cold wind is cold, and three hundred and sixty degrees are blowing without dead ends, like countless knives cutting his skin, Wuyin wrapped his nose and sobbed and muttered: "Why is it so cold this winter, hurry up." ”

However, after walking a little distance, the silent hands that arrived at the kitchen were red from the cold, and with every step I took, I felt that my bones were about to break, and after the fire was burned, my body slowly warmed up, and I finally felt that my body was my own.

After the meal was ready, he put it in a basket with a slight heat preservation effect, and immediately threw it up to the warm room, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Zhao'er, it's time to eat." ”

Zhao'er immediately dropped the pen in his hand and ran over to help set the dishes, the cold hand touched the warm plate very comfortable, and immediately started to eat after it was placed, like if you don't eat it in this weather, the food will be cold for a while.

After Wuyin drank a bowl of bone broth, he warmed up from the inside out, and he sighed: "Zhao'er, let's eat hot pot tomorrow." ”

Zhao'er asked: "What is hot pot?" ”

"Eat something very warm in winter." Wuyin didn't know how to explain it, so he said it casually.

Emma, silent tears in her heart, I haven't eaten hot pot for a long time, I miss the hot pot in Tangjiabao so much, it's spicy, one bite down, it's refreshing, but it's a pity that tomorrow's hot pot is destined to be light, there is no chili pepper here in Changzhou Mansion, and my heart hurts.

Zhao'er, who was full of anticipation, waited for the arrival of tomorrow, and the next day the two got up early, and after opening the door, a lot of snowflakes floated in the door outside, and the world outside the house was covered in silver, and Wuyin stretched out his hand and touched the snowflakes lightly: "It's snowing." ”

"Snow? This is snow, it's beautiful. Zhao'er said with wide eyes.

"Alas, the snow looks good, but when it melts, it's even colder."

As soon as he heard Zhao'er, he felt that the cold air around him was coming, he shrank his head, it was still cold, so it was better not to snow.

The snow piled up on the road, and Silent left Zhao'er in the room and came out to sweep the snow in his coat and hat, he swept it for a while and rubbed his nose, it was so cold {{{(>_