Xinyue complained in her heart as she descended the mountain. If he hadn't met that son, he wouldn't have returned so late. If it weren't for his sharp arrows and lack of eyes, he wouldn't have fallen on his back. It's dangerous! Sharp arrows fly by the ears!

She muttered, "What the hell! Nothing to do is idle, and people are mistaken for prey hunting. Girl, I'm begging heaven and earth in this life, just don't meet him again..."She folded her hands and prayed on her chest.

All the way to the town. At a glance, I saw the young man next door, Dongmu, carrying a large bundle of firewood on his shoulder, dragging heavy steps, walking slowly towards the town.

Dongmu and Xinyue, the house is adjacent to each other, separated by a wall. Grow up in a small piece, childhood sweethearts, two little guesses. Xinyue Xiao Dongmu is one year old, and he calls Dongmu brother.

Dongmu is five big and three thick, and his appearance is mediocre. And Xinyuesheng is petite and lovely, and she looks like a moon. The town is full of admirers of Xinyue, and Fuyuki is a loyal guardian of Xinyue. With Fuyuki here, no one wants to bully Xinyue.

Both families are poor. But Dongmu is even more pitiful, he is the only one in the family who works and makes a living by collecting firewood. Those who used firewood in the town bought firewood for winter. Selling firewood compact silver tickets, all used to take care of the parents on the sickbed.

"Brother Fuyuki." Xinyue looked at Fuyuki's back and called him as usual. Pleasant sound transmission, attracting people's attention.

Hearing Xinyue's familiar voice, Fuyuki turned back happily. He stopped and stood in place, looking at her walking slowly, his eyes couldn't hide the full of happiness, "Xinyue." ”

When the heart moon came to Dongmu, her flower-like smile was embedded in Dongmu's eyes, like a spring breeze and spring flowers. Perhaps the most beautiful thing in the world is the smile that Xinyue brings him.

"Brother Dongmu, which one are you sending firewood to?" Xinyue looked at the large bundle of firewood on Dongmu's back, the heavy weight bent his back when it was crushed. She asked distressedly, seeing beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, she gently wiped his sleeve for him.

Dongmu looked at Xinyue with a smile, enjoying her love. It took a while to spit out three words, "For your home." ”

When Xinyue heard this, her heart suddenly tightened, and she twitched inexplicably. She knew in her heart that Dongmu didn't need money to give her firewood. Over the years, Dongmu has silently paid a lot for her family.

"Don't, Brother Dongmu, you can sell firewood to others. This is a lot of money to buy medicine for your parents. Xinyue's eyes were sour, and she almost burst into tears.

"Xinyue, for you, I am willing." Fuyuki whispered in his heart, but Xinyue couldn't hear it.

Fuyuki smiled at her, a little sour. insisted on speaking, "Xinyue, I'll get it from other families, and yours is indispensable." My father's illness can't be cured for a while, so I have to treat it slowly... You don't have to worry about it..."

Xinyue knew it in his heart, Dongmu was persistent, and the nine cows couldn't pull it back. She no longer admonishes, but is speechless. Silently accompanied him on the way home.

Along the uneven bluestone road, the old cloth shoes stepped on the stone road, and the pain of the feet.

Xin Yueben lowered her head to look at the road, her eyes unconsciously shifted, and she fixed on Fuyuki's old cloth shoes. One of his cloth shoes had a big hole in it, and his toe was exposed.

Fuyuki, who was hanging his head and moving forward, didn't notice Xinyue's expression. Xinyue slowly retracted her gaze, rubbed her astringent eyes, and looked at the road ahead.

Approaching the direction of home, you can see the two houses of Xinyue and Dongmu, the dilapidated and low wooden houses, as if the years are too long, and the layers of peeling wood bark are blown by the wind, and the wood bark is in danger, as if it is about to fall off.

At the chimney in the corner of the eaves, wisps rose, and the gray smoke was blown away by the wind and drifted in the air...

Hey, that's amazing. In the past, I used to cook by myself, but who cooks now? Xinyue looked at this scene, and her heart was full of questions.

Xinyue and Dongmu were just approaching the front of the house, only to hear the sound of the Wang family coming out, "Where did the dead Nizi die?" It's noon, and I haven't come back to cook yet! Do you want to starve your mom to death?! This unfilial madgirl... Wild all day long... It's not decent..."

Xinyue was outside the door and listened to Wang's scolding. Although I have long been accustomed to it, I still get angry every time. At this time, the face couldn't stop alternating red and white, and a nameless fire rose in his heart.

"This wretch! I know how to scold you all the time. I've had enough... Wait, wait for me to scold back! Fuyuki blushed, his teeth rattling. Reckless as he was, he was about to rush in, but was stopped by Xinyue.

No one can do Wang's scolding, and that mouth is like oil. Her mouth only moved, and the quasi-guarantee made people speechless. Dongmu is clumsy, where is the Wang family? He was just angry, and wanted to vent his evil anger for Xinyue.

"Forget it, for my father's sake, let her go." Xinyue didn't want her father to be embarrassed, so she could only swallow her anger and calm down.

Although Fuyuki is unhappy with Xinyue, he listens to Xinyue's words the most. If you want him to go east, he will not go west. If you want him to go to the sword mountain, he will never go into the sea of fire.

"Daddy." Xinyue stepped through the door and called her father loudly, and Fuyuki silently followed.

When I entered the house, I could see through it at a glance, and my home was surrounded by walls, and I was destitute. In the small main hall, there are no superfluous objects except for gray painted old wooden tables and chairs.

Diao woman Wang, an eye-catching fat body, is lying leisurely on a wooden chair, stilting her legs and munching on melon seeds. The melon seed shells all over the ground are a mess.

When Wang saw Xinyue Dongmu enter the door, she raised her eyes in a lazy state, squinted at Xinyue with small eyes, and said with a strange yin and yang aura, "Yo, are you still willing to come back?" If you don't come back, I'm afraid that the sky will fall..."

Xinyue ignored it and ignored her. Fuyuki passed by Wang's side and glared at her fiercely. The two of them walked straight into the back hall. I saw Xinyue's father, thin and short, with patches and shirts. Half squatting in front of the stove, stuffing firewood into the stove.

"Ahem, cough, cough..."The back hall is smoky, choking the smell of smoke, and the smoky Xinyue father can't stop coughing, there is an old disease of asthma, this cough is like opening a water chisel, and it can't be stopped.

"Daddy." Seeing this, Xinyue couldn't help but panic. She hurriedly ran over, hugged her father and said distressedly, "I said that my daughter would cook every day." How does Dad cook? ”

After thinking about it again, he blamed himself, "It's my daughter's fault for this matter, and I shouldn't have returned too late." The father listened to his daughter and went to the main hall to rest. ”

Xinyue's father turned his head and saw Dongmu carrying firewood on his back, standing at the door of the back hall in a daze. And greeted, "Fuyuki is here, cough cough cough..."

"Uncle, put the firewood in the corner of the wall for you, it should be available for some time." As he spoke, he walked to the corner and unloaded the large bundle of firewood. The wooden walls of the back hall have been smoked for a long time, and the natural wood color has turned black.

"Ahem, good boy..."Father Xinyue slowly approached Dongmu, touched his head with a loving gaze, and smiled with relief, "Thank you." In the eyes of Xinyue's father, Dongmu is like a half-child. Dongmu is desperately good to Xinyue's family, and Xinyue's father is in his eyes and hurts in his heart.

"Oh, Dad, get out of here, don't stay in this smoke." Xinyue pulled the corner of her father's clothes, dragged her father's arm, and forcibly sent her out of the back hall.

At this time, in the back hall, only Xinyue and Fuyuki remained. The two of them faced each other silently, standing in the smoke...

Outside the back hall, there was a series of coughing voices from Xinyue's father, as well as Wang's chattering voices. Dongmu looked at Xinyue and whispered, "I, I'm going back." ”

"Hmm." Xinyue nodded at him, wrapped a few baked cakes in paper, and secretly stuffed them into his arms. Fuyuki refused to answer, and Xinyue pushed him out and watched him walk out the door.

His strong back, his soaking back, and his tattered clothes fluttered in her eyes......