Yuan Qing was helpless, looking at the young man's painful expression, and told the old man that he was dead again.

When the young man heard this, he was very sad, there was no one here except his master, and Yuan Qing had no reason to lie, all kinds of reasons and signs that he had been waiting for his master to no avail, indicating that his master had gone.

His master is over 80 years old and is already in his last years, and he has lived enough, he was lonely for half of his life, and he was lonely after his death. But for the elderly, this may be the best ending.

"Life and death are fate, let's mourn and change." Yuan Qing saw that the young man did not hurt Xiaobao, and there was no unnecessary suspicion, he was already a little ashamed, and he had a feeling of spending the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. Of course, this feeling is only the feeling of this moment.

"Where is my master's grave?" The boy looked up and asked her, tears clearly visible on his face. Bleeding without tears, without tears is just not to the point of sadness.

"You don't mean to dig up a grave for an autopsy, do you?" Yuan Qing looked at the young man's soft face and was grief-stricken, and couldn't help but persuade: "You are also tired, take a rest first, and go to see him tomorrow." ”

"No, you take me to him." The soft face suddenly turned cold.

Yuan Qing had no choice but to take the young man to the old man's grave by the moonlight. This tomb is not very high, and there is no sign similar to a tombstone in front of the tomb, because Yuan Qing doesn't know what the old man's surname is and what his identity is, so he doesn't bother to draw snakes. If you don't look closely, it's hard to tell that it's a tomb.

"He's buried here." Yuan Qing pointed to the grave, and his tone was not half deceitful. She didn't want to explain it again.

The young man was heartbroken, he was not in the mood to think about anything, and fell to his knees with a thud, "Master, Zisang is late, and I can't give you the last ......" At the end, the young man couldn't cry.

The young man's surname is Mo Zisang, because his father's surname is Mo, his mother's surname is Zisang, his name is from the surnames of the two, but his parents died one after another when he was five years old, he is lonely, and is now adopted by the old man who is lying in the grave, the old man is very close to him, Mo Zisang worships the old man as a teacher, although he is a master and apprentice, but the relationship between the two is like a grandson.

Mo Zisang left the old man when he was 14 years old to deal with some of his own affairs, and after a year he came to this mountain hut again, but his master was gone, and he walked silently. In just one year, it has already been a matter of fact.

Before he had time to say a word to his master, when he saw the last face, he was already separated by yin and yang, and there were really too many helpless things.

He was so grief-stricken that he could only kneel before his grave and weep aloud.

"Brother, don't be sad, grandpa will always watch you in the sky and will not leave you." Yuan Bao comforted Mo Zi Sangdao. When his father died, his mother comforted him in the same way.

Maybe Mo Zisang had a good impression of this innocent boy, and his words made Mo Zisang a lot better, "Well, Xiaobao is right, Master, he will always be by my side." "He is only a 15-year-old boy, and no matter how mature he looks, he still needs to be comforted.

"Brother, let's go back, it's cold here, how about coming to see the old man tomorrow?" Yuan Baodao.

"No, my brother still wants to accompany the master, you can go back first." Mo Zisang calmed down a lot.

"In that case, Xiaobao, let's go back first, and let my brother be quiet here." Yuan Qing seized the opportunity, she was not a warm-hearted person, and it would be better to go when she encountered this matter.

"No, sister, I want to stay with my brother here." Xiaobao is unusually determined.

"But, brother, he wants to be alone for a while, let's not disturb him." Yuan Qing didn't back down, and let her younger brother stay alone with a stranger in the middle of the night, she didn't dare to take such a risk.

"But ......" Yuan Bao hesitated for a moment and said, "But, if I want to be alone and quiet, aren't you always by my side, sister?" ”

Now Yuan Qing has nothing to say, how can this bear child use what I said to pressure me? Brother, you don't want to think about it, can you compare with others?

"Go back, I'll be fine alone." Mo Zisang turned his head, his handsome face was gentle in the moonlight.

Damn, this person is changing his face too fast! Yuan Qing scolded in her heart, she was more worried about him, but because of Xiaobao's seemingly good relationship with him, she couldn't say it directly. Now, she had to swear to stay by his brother's side.

So, the three of them stood in front of the old man's grave, kneeling and standing twice, the night wind in early winter was biting, and someone had to shiver silently.

Finally, the young Xiaobao couldn't resist the onset of sleepiness and fell asleep, so Yuan Qing ran to the hut with Xiaobao in his arms without thinking, leaving the young man alone to kneel in front of the grave.

In the second half of the night, the thick black clouds covered the moonlight, and a few muffled thunders sounded quietly in the sky, and small raindrops slowly fell from the sky, and then, the rain fell like a torrent.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, but Mo Zisang was still kneeling in front of the grave, the rain mixed with tears sliding down his soft face, and he didn't feel motionless. His head had stopped thinking, and he knelt down in front of the grave like a corpse, letting the cold rain fall all over his body.

Yuan Qing couldn't help it, and hurriedly ran to the cemetery with a bamboo umbrella.

"Get up, you'll get sick if it's raining so hard." Although Yuan Qing would not be kind to others easily, she was really moved by this young man's respect for his master.

A person who respects his teachers and respects his ways, no matter how bad he is, will not be so bad.

Yuan Qing came to his side, holding an umbrella, and the two people under the umbrella stood and knelt together.

"Go back, I'll be fine." Mo Zisang opened his mouth, and his voice was due to

Crying loudly and becoming hoarse before.

"Let's go back together, it's raining so hard, are you going to let me go back alone? I just took an umbrella. ”

The boy looked up at her, his pale face stained with a soft smile.

At this time, the moonlight was unknown, and Yuan Qing didn't see anything, "Let's go, do you really want me to carry you away, are you willing to go?" ”

She reached out and pulled him, but he didn't move.

Really, I've never seen such a stubborn person. Yuan Qing's thin physique couldn't pull Mo Zisang, who was a head taller than her, so he simply stopped pulling, "If you hold this umbrella, I won't give up my life to accompany the gentleman." Shoved the umbrella into his hand, she ran quickly into the rain and disappeared into the night.

No one noticed, Mo Zisang looked at the place where she disappeared for a long time.

In the early morning, the rain stopped, but the wind was still bitterly cold.

Yuan Qing stretched his waist, made a hitch, put on the cotton clothes he bought yesterday, and suddenly felt refreshed, "I don't know if any stinky boy has come back." "Yuan Qing's soul is also in her 30s, which stubborn teenager, she defines as a stinky boy.

She was about to go to the cemetery to see, and when she came to the outer hall of the hut, her eyes were fixed on the bamboo umbrella she had given the boy last night, and she wondered: Is he back? Why don't you see others?

She looked over and saw a bag and a note on the table.

picked up the note, the words were traditional characters, and Yuan Qing could understand it. "I'm in a hurry, so don't leave it at that, you two sisters and brothers will use these silver taels first." ’

A few words, written in a hurry, concise and to the point, nothing else.

opened the baggage, and inside was a pile of white silver, which was originally taken by Mo Zisang, to honor his master, but people are not as good as heaven, and his master went. So he gave the money to the helpless brother and sister, and the reason was not clear.

Yuan Qing didn't make a big fuss about this sudden windfall, she was still very calm. She is not a saint, and she also loves money, but she believes that a gentleman loves money and should take it in the right way. It was given to her by others, no matter how much, she didn't want it, she took it herself, no matter how little, she would cherish it.

If she is as proud as her, how can she be so rare for other people's charity?

"This money should be borrowed from you by me Yuan Qing." Yuan Qing whispered in her mouth, she would return it to him if she had a chance.

With this considerable amount of money, there is no doubt that the life of the two sisters and brothers is completely better.

They went to Luo County to buy food to prepare for this cold winter.

The snow is falling, the green mountains are dyed with snow, and the land is white.

In the thatched huts of the mountains, smoke rises from the dark smoke in stark contrast to the cold snow.

"Eat the way." Yuan Qing looked at the boy sitting on her right and coaxed with a smile

"Sister, did you say that brother would still come to see us?" Dare to love him, he is thinking about Mo Zisang.

"This ...... I think I'll be back. She didn't know, she wasn't a prophet, "Okay, Xiaobao, let's eat first, my sister is hungry." After speaking, Yuan Qing picked up a piece of rabbit meat caught on the mountain, mixed it with the white rice cooked from the rice bought from Luo County, and feasted on it.

Yuan Bao also slowly ate under the influence of Yuan Qing, but he still missed Mo Zisang, the brother who was the best to him except for his sister. Indeed, since the death of the parents of the sister and brother, Yuan Bao has not experienced the goodness of others, so Mo Zisang cherishes Yuan Bao's kindness to Yuan Bao.

After eating, the snow covered the mountains and there was nothing to do. Yuan Qing taught Yuan Bao to read and write.

"That's how you hold the pen." Yuan Qing said as he corrected Yuan Bao's posture of holding the pen, fiddling with it and finally satisfied, "Yes, that's it." ”

"Sister, how do you see the word 'Yuan'?" On the white paper is a slightly larger character 'Yuan', and the penmanship is very beginner's style.

"Well, it's much better than yesterday, Xiaobao keep coming on!"

"Well, Xiaobao will definitely practice his name well." After speaking, he wrote a crooked word 'treasure' next to 'Yuan'.

However, Yuan Bao is also smart, a five-year-old child, just practice slowly.

Yuan Qing used a hard pen to write in her previous life, and she couldn't write better than Xiaobao with a soft pen like a brush, so she was also practicing calligraphy hard.

Throughout the winter, the two sisters and brothers had nothing to do, and they spent time practicing calligraphy.

In the spring, when the ice melts and the snow melts, the earth warms up, and there is not much food left in the house this winter, so it's time to get busy again.

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