After drinking the herbs fried by the old man, the scholar immediately fell asleep in the hut. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Early the next morning, the old man went out to look for someone, and when the scholar woke up, the little boy had just put a bowl of porridge on the table.

The scholar got up and ate breakfast with the little boy, and then the two of them sat on the small bench at the door and chatted.

After staying here for a night, the scholar suddenly remembered that he had never seen the little boy's parents, so he asked, "Miao Lang, where are your parents?" ”

Miao Lang sat on a stool and said in an old-fashioned tone that his peers did not have: "Oh, my grandfather told me that he will know when I grow up." ”

The scholar frowned, this pair of grandfathers and grandsons is obviously not too ordinary, they must have their own stories.

Seeing Miao Lang sitting on a stool staring at the snowflakes falling in the sky with big eyes, he suddenly remembered his son, he should be as old as Miao Lang, right?

"Uncle—" Miao Lang shouted, his tone seemed to be a little hesitant.

"What's wrong, Miao Lang?" The scholar asked.

Miao Lang lowered his head and said, "I know that grandpa lied to me, I don't want to grow up, and I don't want to grow up, grandpa will leave me when I grow up." Grandpa coughed a lot, and he always said it was okay, but I knew his condition was getting worse—"

The scholar's heart felt like he had been pricked by a needle, but it was not easy to say such a thing at such a young age.

In fact, he hadn't slept all the time last night, because after lying down, he realized that his injuries were completely beyond his imagination, and his liver was bleeding at that time, but after drinking the old man's fried herbs, those injuries were miraculously stabilized.

The scholar knew how important that herb was, it could be said that the old man's medicine saved his life, although the herb could not cure his injuries, but as long as he could drag him to the army * team to bring someone to save himself.

I waited in the courtyard for a long time, and just after noon, there was a sound of footsteps outside the courtyard.

After the army team came, the scholars knew how big the mistake they had made, but it was important to save their lives, and the army did not say anything for the time being, but just carried the scholars out of this primeval forest on a stretcher.

When leaving, the old man asked Miao Lang to bring a bag of tobacco leaves to the scholar.

More than a month later, the scholar had fully recovered, and one day he suddenly remembered the bag of tobacco leaves, and was ready to open it and take a puff.

However, after opening it, the scholar realized how much mistake he had made.

Miao.

s*x has not decayed for hundreds of years, because of ** and that porcelain, it has fallen to the point where it is today.

Miao Lang's father is a certain hero in the East * North, and after being sent to SX, he fell in love with the old man's daughter, but after giving birth to Miao Lang, he abandoned his family and went to the East * North again.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be him, the scholar clenched the letter in the cigarette pouch, and felt extremely annoyed and remorseful in his heart, he and the Ning team should not have let him go in the first place.

When he and the Ning team were licking the knife and drinking blood to live a life, they did meet this person. At that time, he owed a gambling debt and was about to be cut off two arms, and he and the Ning team happened to go to smash the field, and then inadvertently saved the man, and later he came to thank him, but the two of them ignored him.

A few years later, I didn't expect him to change his life, and with a woman in the east * north - Nalan * Xiangxiang, he became a person who could share the country with Nalan * Chang in the northeast black road.

At the end of the letter was a very simple sentence: I saved your life, you saved my grandson's life.

After reading the letter, the scholar immediately took leave and returned to the small courtyard deep in the mountains, but when he came to the courtyard, there was no one to be found.

The self-blame and regret in his heart constantly tormented the scholar's heart, and he began to look around.

On that day of that year, the scholar remembers very clearly, it was the great cold, the coldest day of the year.

There was heavy snow in the sky, and after a few days of snow, it had covered all the roads, and it was more than a person's knees thick.

The scholar kept shouting Miao Lang's name in the snow, he knew that he had made a mistake once before, and he must not make a mistake again this time.

After searching for a long time, the scholar finally found Miao Lang in a corner of the back mountain.

On the snowy mountain, a little boy sits quietly in front of a small grave bag with an erhu and a pipe in his arms.

The scholar stood in the distance and knelt down directly in front of the grave bag in the distance.

The snow was still falling, hitting the scholar's face and body, soaking through his hair and clothes.

"I, Zhongsheng, swear in front of God today that Miao Lang will be my Zhongsheng's righteous son from now on, but if I Zhongsheng is sorry for Miao Lang, Old Man Miao can come to me!"

Zhongsheng blamed himself too much in his heart, if he had found the letter in the cigarette pouch earlier, he might have been able to save the old man's life, and now he would not let Miao Lang live alone in the world.

"Miao Lang," Zhong Sheng quietly walked behind Miao Lang, stroked Miao Lang's head behind him, and said, "Will you live with me in the future?" ”

Miao Lang opened his eyes and looked at Zhong Shao's tears streaming down his face.

"Grandpa is so tired, he needs a break." Zhong Shao said gently, "I'll take you out, you will have an older brother in the future, about the same age as you, can you two play together?" ”

Maybe he had been sitting in the snow for too long, Xiao Miaolang moved his arm, and then sobbed and said, "Uncle, will I never see grandpa again-"

Xiao Miao Lang cried out as soon as he spoke, there is nothing more painful in the world than life and death, not to mention that he is just a child.

Zhongsheng really blamed himself in his heart, this little boy's life experience was so complicated, and he lost all his relatives at such a young age, so in Zhongsheng's heart, he didn't decide to support him with a hot brain.

There are some things, even if you don't like them, even if they are not your responsibility, but when they come, they do not refuse or evade, and bravely face and bear them.

This is called real maturity, and such a man is the real male god.

"Uncle, grandpa asked me to give this to you—" Xiao Miaolang took out a box from his arms and handed it to Zhongsheng.

Zhongsheng took the box and let out a long sigh.

The rise and fall of the Miao family is all because of the contents of this box, and now it has been twisted into his own hands several times, who can be sure that this is a fortunate thing?

"Let's go—"

Zhongsheng took Xiao Miaolang's hand, turned around and walked down the mountain.

Before going down the mountain, Xiao Miaolang turned back again and looked at the small tomb in the distance.

At the same time, Miao Lang, who had entered the Turtle and Snake Illusion Realm, knelt down in front of the tomb and cried out, "I'm back!" I am back! Grandfather! I am back! I'm back—"

It doesn't hurt to be bitter in life, but it is good for a loved one. (To be continued.) )