Looking at the soft snow but with a biting chill, as soon as people fall, they can't help but feel cold and painful.

The carriage fell to the ground and fell crookedly, and the horse pulling the carriage did not get up from the ground for a long time, and fell to the ground with its legs hunched and hissing loudly. In the ice and snow, there was so silence that only the sound of falling snow was heard. The horses had been shouting for a long time, and their voices were getting weaker, and even the heat that came out of their noses was a little lighter.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

Pedestrians look ahead, and everywhere they see is a curtain of snow, and they can't even see the road clearly.

The snow over Kyoto is even heavier. The snow was so heavy that it seemed to bury the whole city under the snow.

The old lady in the long room took medicine after seeing the doctor, and she got a little better, but she was still sweating profusely, coughing cold, and couldn't get out of bed.

Jiang was afraid that she remembered what evil things she had done that day, so even if the old lady didn't say a word, she didn't seem to remember it at all, she didn't dare to show up in front of the old lady from time to time, and only used the excuse that she was busy with the New Year's affairs and couldn't serve the old lady by her side.

The eldest lady Wang is still sick herself, so naturally she can't come to serve the old lady, and after coming and going, only the seventh wife Zhang is left.

As a last resort, this errand of serving the sick fell on Mrs. Seven.

Mrs. Seven secretly rejoiced a few times, the old lady asked her to find relatives for Xie Shuning, she already felt that it was not a good job, but now that she is temporarily exempted, she can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

However, it was snowing heavily outside the house, and there was no light of day all day, and everyone's mood was also difficult to rejoice. There is a slight gloomy color on all sides.

After three days and three nights, the snow finally stopped and stopped.

After the snowfall stops. The sky is getting brighter, and the thick snow outside is also revealing its true appearance.

Whether it is on the eaves of the ground or on the branches, the corners and corners are covered with thick deep snow.

Especially when I stepped on the first foot when I went out, the soft snow scattered in all directions, and it immediately flooded my calves. Shoes, socks, trousers. All of them were wet.

The snow stopped, and it was colder than before.

The sun slowly emerged from behind the clouds around noon the next day.

In the middle of winter. Even the bright sunlight was cold.

But the snow still began to melt and became water, flowing slowly under the porch, on the steps, and in the courtyard. It's wet everywhere.

The maids and ladies worked day and night. Sweep the water with a broom.

When the snow was swept away along with the dirt, the Xie family's room received a message.

Early in the morning, a man in ragged clothes came and knocked at the door.

The little guy looked at the other party a few times, just thinking that it was a flower from somewhere, and hurriedly wanted to drive people away.

This person who looks like a flower child keeps saying, "I'm driving for the sixth master!" ”

The little guy listened to it a few times and secretly despised it in his heart, and suddenly heard that the sixth master was missing, and there was a "buzz" in his ears. I feel that this thing, whether it is true or not, must be returned to the master above, otherwise it is true. He can't afford to delay!

So, this little guy hurriedly went to invite Uncle Xie to come.

Uncle Xie was originally worried about the money in the house, and when he heard Xie Yuanmao's coachman come to the door, his face suddenly collapsed.

In his opinion, this matter is clearly caused by Xie Yuanmao.

Uncle Xie went outside to meet Xie Yuanmao's driver with a displeased face.

On a cold day, the clothes on the coachman's body were dirty and wet, and it was cold when he looked at it.

Uncle Xie looked at it for a while, frowned and asked someone to bring hot tea.

The coachman was shivering with cold, and when he saw the steaming tea, he couldn't bear it, so he drank the tea in three or two sips.

"Since you are the chauffeur of the sixth master, what about the sixth master?" Uncle Xie sat on the chair and asked in a deep voice.

The coachman was still holding the tea bowl in his hand, and when he heard the words, he knelt down with a "plop", knocked his head on the ground, and said: "The slave went to Kyoto with the sixth master, and encountered this heavy snow on the way, and the slave said that the weather was not suitable for hurrying, but the sixth master refused, and only said that he wanted to go quickly." As a result, the horse fell, the cart overturned, and the minions fainted. When the slave woke up and opened his eyes, the horse had already run away, and then went to the car to find the sixth master, but the sixth master was nowhere to be seen. ”

When Uncle Xie heard this, his face turned pale in an instant.

Although he has never been an official, he also knows that Xie Yuanmao is like this, and he can't return to Beijing without authorization.

But now it's a good thing, not only did he sneak back quietly in private, but he also disappeared halfway down the road.

"Could it be that the sixth master rode his horse and left first?" Uncle Xie asked thoughtfully.

The coachman shook his head: "The sixth master can't ride a horse." ”

Uncle Xie was stunned, although he and Xie Yuanmao were brothers, they were not very familiar with each other, how did he know if he could ride a horse, and said later: "The snow is so big, where can he go?" ”

The coachman had a bitter face and did not dare to answer.

"Shouldn't it have been ......" Uncle Xie's thoughts were chaotic, and he thought for a moment that Xie Yuanmao might have died, so he couldn't help but be shocked, got up and left, leaving the driver and ignoring it.

He went directly to the plum blossom dock, but when he walked to the door, he remembered that the old lady's illness had just improved, and if the old lady was informed of the news, would the old lady's condition worsen again. He hesitated, not knowing whether to tell the old lady or not.

However, Xie Yuanmao is a piece of meat in the old lady's heart, and the old lady was worried about Xie Yuanmao's matter before, if she knew that something had happened but didn't tell her, if it happened in the future, he would be afraid that he would be the son of him.

He gritted his teeth and stomped into the plum blossom dock.

The old lady was sitting reclining, looking old. The seventh wife, Zhang, was feeding her medicine, and after blowing it cold, she fed the old lady to drink.

Zhilan lifted the curtain and came in to report that the eldest man was here and asked to see the old lady for something important.

The old lady half-closed her eyes, waved her hand weakly, and said to Mrs. Seven, "You go down first." He also instructed Zhilan, "Let the uncle come in and speak." ”

"Yes." Zhilan responded and left.

Seventh Mrs. Zhang also quietly avoided the medicine bowl with her hand.

Suddenly, Uncle Xie came in from outside with a white face.

The old lady lifted her eyelids and glanced at him. Seeing him stumbling, he couldn't help but wonder, "What happened again?" ”

I went out of the shop before. Uncle Xie is also like this.

The old lady didn't look down on him like this, "Is it about money again?" ”

“…… No. Uncle Xie wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, "It's the sixth brother's business." ”

The old lady immediately opened her eyes when she heard the voice, and said hurriedly: "What's wrong with the sixth child?" ”

Uncle Xie cried with a sad face: "The sixth is gone!" Without waiting for the old lady to speak, he said at once, as if he were pouring beans, all the things he had just heard from the coachman.

After saying that, he felt much more relaxed. Secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The old lady's face was blue and white.

Uncle Xie asked worriedly, "Mother, are you okay?" ”

"Well, why is it bad...... the old lady panted. Her voice was unsteady as she spoke, but she quickly calmed down, "Since the coachman can come back alive to report the news." The sixth child may be home in the next few days. ”

Uncle Xie was speechless. After a long time, he suddenly asked in a whisper: "Mother, did you say that in the carriage in the third room a few days ago, could it be the sixth child?" ”

No one saw the person coming out of the carriage with their own eyes, so it was hard to guarantee that it would not be Xie Yuanmao.

The old lady categorically vetoed: "Don't say that the words in the coachman's mouth are not in line with the time, even if it is right, the sixth child returned to Beijing, and if he didn't come to see me first, he went directly to the Longtan tiger's den in the third room?" It's impossible! ”

But where did Xie Yuanmao go?

Two more days passed. The hungry and thin meat on the coachman's body is about to grow back, but Xie Yuanmao still has no news.

Uncle Xie has already decided that he is dead.

The old lady was still faintly looking forward to it.

Wasn't that the same back then?

The sixth child went to Jiangnan for a study tour. As a result, they suddenly lost contact, and they didn't see anyone alive or dead, but after many years, they had all their wives and returned safely.

It can be seen that he is a person with an organic destiny for creation, and the old lady does not believe that he is no longer there.

At the same time, Shu Yan had already returned to Kyoto with Xie Yi.

When the group arrived at Xie's house, the old lady of the long room was sending someone to quietly inquire who was in the carriage that the third room had returned earlier.

As a result, no one inquired, but they happened to meet Shu Yan and his party returning.

The old lady gasped after hearing this, no wonder the people sent to the academy by Xie Sanye couldn't find Xie Yi, it turned out that he had secretly followed the Song family to Kyoto!

Angry, the old lady only felt that the corners of her forehead were beating with green tendons, and for some reason she felt that she had become a field chicken in warm water, and was being stewed over low heat.

She thought she had set up a clever game, but she didn't know that she was the one in that game.

Xie Yi was surrounded by a large group of fierce-looking swordsmen, and even if the people in the long room wanted to get close, they couldn't get close at all, so they could only watch as the group of them entered the third room and closed the door again.

The old lady vomited blood in her own powerlessness.

The long house was in chaos in an instant.

In the third room, it is a good and happy place.

Shu Yan was a person who couldn't hide his words, and he had already told Xie Yi everything that happened to the Song family along the way.

Xie Yi has grown older in recent years, and he also understands Song's good intentions, knowing that she sent herself to the academy for his own good, and gradually began to study hard. However, he didn't hear the consequences of what happened outside the window, and he didn't even know that his mother had such a big incident, so he blamed himself immediately.

In addition, over the years, although he has a weak relationship with his father, he has always felt that his mother and sister have been too harsh on his father, but he now knows that for so many years, the person who thinks wrong has always been him.

As soon as he entered the third room, he began to gallop.

Rao is Shu Yan was chasing after him, and he felt that he couldn't catch up, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

Xie Yi, who doesn't even know the kung fu of a three-legged cat, is running extremely fast at this moment.

Running all the way along the verandah, he plunged into the main room: "Mother-"

Panting heavily, he looked up and saw that it was not his own mother's house, but a man dressed in a snow-white coat with strange eyebrows and eyes. (To be continued......)

PS: Sorry, broke my promise yesterday. You may not understand this feeling, and you obviously know the plot below, but no matter how you write it, you don't feel right, and you can't write it. I don't know how to express this feeling, and the word pain is probably not enough to express it. Yesterday, I actually wrote a lot, but I also deleted a lot, and I tossed and turned over and over again, and in the end I only hurriedly explained 3,000 words. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. This is the first chapter for today, and there will be updates in the evening. But the author has to go to eat first, since yesterday afternoon until now, there is no grain of rice, although I don't feel hungry, I feel that I should eat a little...... The pink reward of the relatives is a thank you in the evening.