The days slipped away quietly, Pu Cao's body gradually improved, and the skin on her face was much plump, and she even looked slightly better than when she was in Sanduoji.

From turning over to half-sleeping, then getting up, until walking slowly, Pucao felt that her head was about to fall asleep during this time, and the most annoying thing in the second half of her life should be to go to bed.

Huo Dingzhi came a few times during his period, and brought the firewood knife he carried with Pu Cao. The handle of the chai knife is entangled in the numbness of the pulp, the softness and hardness are moderate, the feel is full, and the blade has also been rubbed with oil, not only is it not rusty, but it looks a little brighter.

Huo Dingzhi always seems to be busy and is often absent from the academy. I heard from the students of the medical department that if the other six departments of Anlan College develop any new achievements, they will all be practiced and disseminated by the department.

Pu Cao also thought about apologizing solemnly and formally to Mr. Huo, but every time he came, Huo Dingzhi talked a lot. Pu Cao has a thin skin, sometimes it has been brewing for a long time, and he doesn't know how to speak, after knowing Huo Dingzhi's identity, Pu Cao is even more reluctant to mention being his apprentice. In Pu Cao's view, Mr. Huo is going to become a big man in Dean Anlan in the future, Mr. Huo's disciple is at least qualified to have Wen Tao's martial arts strategy and the ability to carry forward the skills taught by Mr. Huo.

Pu Cao lost his father since he was a child, and he never experienced the care from his father's love, Pu Cao often wandered when listening to Huo Dingzhi's speech, and thought stupidly, if this thin man was his father, how good it would be.

It is a kind of unreserved, frank and sincere care, this kind of care is different from the care of those kind-hearted uncles and aunts in Sanduoji, the people in Sanduoji are more pitiful to Pucao, but Pucao feels that Mr. Huo looks at him with no pity for the weak, but the kind of love that goes straight to the tip of his heart. Pu Cao likes to listen to Mr. Huo talk about the outside world, the anecdotes of the gentlemen in the courtyard, the childishness of Mr. Huo when he was young, the worship of the dean, and the truth of life, fragmentary, concise and to the point. The thin figure and gentle tone will make Pucao inexplicably feel at ease.

The students of the medical department often lamented that Pucao was really lucky, and Mr. Huo had never been so concerned about people.

Every time Mr. Huo leaves, Pu Cao begins to look forward to the next arrival of Mr. Huo, and this expectation is like the stabbing of the Yiren who sucks ghost fans on more than three episodes, making the waiting time become longer and longer. The only thing that flawed this expectation was that Mr. Huo never mentioned the matter of accepting apprentices again. Pu Cao thought that if Mr. Huo leaked a little bit more, Pu Cao would immediately agree, but unfortunately, Mr. Huo seemed to have forgotten about it.

For the first time, a twelve or thirteen-year-old child secretly made up his mind that he would not be disappointed in this man for the rest of his life.

Mr. Huo bought clothes for Pucao from outside, sometimes brought some snacks, and gave Pucao a small bookbag as a gift. Mr. Huo asked Pucao that after he got better, he must go to the school department to read and read with the gentlemen. Although Pu Cao didn't think it was useful to read, since Mr. Huo asked for it, he must read it to the best, and he couldn't find fault with reading until those gentlemen couldn't find fault with it.

Pu Cao asked the students of the medical department for a box, and specially asked the students who were discharged from the hospital to buy a small lock, and put the things sent by Mr. Huo and the firewood knife in the box neatly. Those eaters are carefully wrapped in oiled paper, only taking a small bite at a time, but they don't dare to eat too much, and while eating, they think about when Mr. Huo will come back, so that waiting will become the same as eating, it is a sweet and sour taste.

Pu Cao has two keys hanging around her neck, one is the key to a small box, which contains what she thinks is the most important thing, and the other is the key that Mr. Huo gave to Pu Cao's room, Mr. Huo said that if Pu Cao recovers, she can go to Mr. Huo's room by herself at any time. Grabbing the key, Pucao felt that the whole world was in the palm of her hand.

Look, although Mr. Huo didn't say it, I am already the same as Mr. Huo's disciple, no, it should be better than the disciple, and the apprentice doesn't have the key to Mr. Huo's room. No, I'm so stupid, I'll embarrass Mr. Huo, when I'm well, I'll be a servant for him.

These silly and tangled thoughts, as well as the posture of holding two keys and not letting go, often pass the whole day lying in bed with the grass.

Anlan College enrolls students once every ten years, and it has only been two years since the last enrollment, Pu Cao is not a nominal student of Anlan, and under Mr. Huo's arrangement, Pu Cao stayed. Everyone in Anlan Academy accepted Pucao in good faith, and no one stipulated which college Pucao was in, and Pucao was also happy to run around, today to help the master of the Agricultural Institute weeding and hoeing the grass, tomorrow he went to the martial arts training ground of the martial arts department to hand the students dry sweat towels, and the day after tomorrow he went to the art department to watch those good-looking sisters pluck the strings and play the piano, or sat quietly on the threshold and watched the masters of the military department take the students to catch and fight on the sand table. It's just that I went to all of this after completing my schoolwork. Mr. Huo hopes that he will study hard, and Pu Cao will not dare to forget.

In the first test after Pucao learned to read and write, the masters rated a first, and Pucao took the masters' comments and sent them to Mr. Huo, and Mr. Huo was very happy.

When there is nothing to do, Pu Cao will take a little dirt dog that I don't know where to pick up, and run up the back mountain of the college, digging birds' nests, catching roe deer, chasing rabbits and chickens, and is very happy. The porter Lao Li likes this black boy, as long as he catches the prey, the porter Lao Li must carefully take out the seasoning that is said to be the secret of the Li family, cook a pot of fragrant game, snort a pot of old wine, and laugh so much that he can't cover the back sockets of the two teeth.

The back mountain is very high, and Pucao likes to go up the back mountain, just because Mr. Huo comes back from outside, Pucao will be the first to see it. Seeing the thin figure, he took the earth dog down the mountain like a gust of wind, dropped the "spoils" of the mountain, and silently followed Mr. Huo's side, walking slowly one after the other, imprinting the long and slender back on the winding stone path.

If it weren't for the unpleasant smell of thorn grass brewed every day, Pucao would feel that every day at Anlan Academy was a perfect day.

Mukoku, Luoling, Zaifufufu.

When the child is about to enter, the busy Zaifu Mansion during the day finally quiets down, and the people who come to this Zaifu Mansion are either seeking official fame or doing things, and there is an endless stream of people queuing up every day. Zhang Jaefu is the most powerful person in the United Kingdom, and if he takes the line of Zaifu, he can fight for decades less, and no one will give up such a good opportunity. At this time, except for the servants of the patrol courtyard and the chief butler of Zhang Zaifu, the entire mansion was quiet. The candles were still lit up in Zaisuke-sama's study, and the candles swayed from side to side by the breeze that blew through the crack in the door, and the flames flickered and shuffled, illuminating the figures sitting at the desk reviewing the reports from all over the world.

Zhang Zaifu's chief butler personally stood at a side door in the courtyard, and just after the hour, there was a rhythmic knock on the door. The chief butler gently pulled down the door bolt, opened the crack in the door that only left one person in and out, and saw a man wrapped in a black robe, with a black scarf on his face and only a pair of eyes exposed, standing at the door.

"Where do the guests come from?" The butler asked in a low voice.

"Guests come from outside the world." A male voice scraping the bark of a tree came from a knife.

"Where are you going?"

"Go to the depths of the clouds."

Seeing that the code was on the top, the chief butler said no more, and stretched out his left hand to lead the way. "Distinguished guest, please, my lord has been waiting in the study for a long time."