A week later

"Squeak."

In late autumn, for some reason, this year's snow came earlier than usual, and since three days ago, it suddenly snowed hard, and the street, which was originally quite lively, was suddenly deserted.

Pushing open the door of the medical hall, it was snowy outside, covered in silver, and the avenue in front of the store, because it was in a remote corner of the imperial capital, three days had passed, and it was still covered with snow.

Not far away, a leaning figure was sweeping the snow little by little, but compared with the snow, it seemed a drop in the bucket.

In a white world, the house was covered with snow, hiding its original color, Chen Xiaoming wrapped his coat, put his bags on his back, stepped out, and locked the door of the medical hall behind him.

"Uncle Chen, get up so early to drink again?"

The big cow who got up early not far away saw Chen Xiaoming's figure at a glance, and the corners of his mouth were smiling, but he opened his mouth.

This week, Chen Xiaoming got up early and went to the restaurant to sit for a day, and among the neighbors, some people said that Chen Xiaoming fell in love with the woman who sang in the restaurant, so he ran so diligently.

Such rumors, Da Niu naturally heard it, but he liked to hear it, Uncle Chen is getting older little by little, and he is always alone, and Da Niu also hopes that he can find a companion and accompany each other.

"No, Da Niu, your Uncle Chen, I'm leaving."

Walking lightly under his feet, he walked to the front of the Da Niu blacksmith shop, and a week ago, Chen Xiaoming had already decided to go his own way.

"Uncle Chen, are you going back?"

Da Niu was stunned when he heard this, as to where Uncle Chen's home was, when he was young, he had asked, but the answer he got was far away.

He only knew that Uncle Chen came here just to make money, saying that he could only go back to marry his daughter-in-law if he made enough money, because in Uncle Chen's hometown, marrying a daughter-in-law needed to give a bride price, a lot of money.

"No, I just want to go out and come back."

Shaking his head, go home? In just a few decades, Chen Xiaoming has almost forgotten his former home.

"Big Niu, help me get a few more pots of fruit bars."

It seemed that there was a bit of chill in the snowflakes flying, Chen Xiaoming tightened the fur coat on his body again, and tightened the leather hat on his head a little tighter.

The big cow answered, hurried back to the house, and after a while, he carried a brown baggage, and the wine jug could be faintly seen in the baggage.

"Uncle Chen, it's cold, take it on the road to drink."

Handing over the burden, Chen Xiaoming nodded, took it, hung it behind him, and then looked around, his eyes stayed on Da Niu, patted the latter's shoulder, and a trace of undetectable light was integrated into Da Niu's body.

The light turned into a warm current, moistening the body of the big cow.

"Hey, why doesn't it feel too cold?"

After moving his muscles, the big cow made a soft sound in his mouth, and grabbed the snow on the side, the originally cold snow, but in the hands of the big cow at this moment, he didn't feel much cold.

"Hehe, let's go."

chuckled twice, Chen Xiaoming didn't break it, turned around, and left quite freely.

Walking step by step, stepping on the snow and making a soft sound, the snowflakes in the sky flew and fell on Chen Xiaoming's body, and the white clothes and fur hat gradually fell pieces of snowflakes. Before he knew it, Chen Xiaoming's figure had disappeared into the distant street.

It wasn't until Chen Xiaoming left that Da Niu came back to his senses and forgot to ask Chen Xiaoming how many days he would have been on this trip.

Glancing at the closed medical hall opposite, Da Niu didn't care, after all, Chen Xiaoming had also gone out to see a doctor before.

The cold wind was cold, and the snow couldn't help but be a little bigger, the big cow shook his head and packed up the tools of the blacksmith shop.

simply didn't open today, closed the door of the shop directly, took out a pot of fruit wine from the room, and walked towards Wang Lin on the side of the medical hall.

"On such a cold day, Uncle Wang must be hungry for wine."

With a smile on his face, Da Niu seemed to have returned to his childhood, the boyhood when he helped Wang Lin steal wine every day.

........

The snow is flying, the snowflakes are fluttering between the sky and the earth, Chen Xiaoming is one step at a time, originally on this avenue, because of the snow, there are few pedestrians, and like Chen Xiaoming, who is not afraid of the wind and snow, walking slowly, is the only one.

"Hey, it seems to be Dr. Chen from Beicheng."

People who got up early and were busy along the way, under the eaves, saw Chen Xiaoming coming, glanced at it unconsciously, and then recognized Chen Xiaoming.

In ten years, in this huge imperial capital, under the alchemy of one hand, Chen Xiaoming is quite famous, and many people in the imperial capital have received Chen Xiaoming's favor.

"Doctor Chen, the snow is big, get an umbrella quickly."

A plump woman with an oil-paper umbrella in her hand ran over in the snow and handed over the umbrella in her hand.

Chen Xiaoming glanced at the woman, then nodded, and took the oil-paper umbrella, he remembered that it seemed that a few years ago, he saved the life of this woman, and at that time, his family was poor, but he did not charge her fee.

"Thank you."

Stretching out the oil-paper umbrella, Chen Xiaoming said to the woman slightly, his eyes wandered between the oil-paper umbrella and the woman, and in his heart, he seemed to have an understanding of cause and effect.

Saving people is the cause, giving umbrellas is the effect, is this the cause and effect?

Chen Xiaoming seems to have some awareness in his heart, but he still doesn't feel it enough, knowing and enlightenment are two different concepts.

The woman didn't stay too long in the heavy snow, and after giving the umbrella to Chen Xiaoming, she turned around and ran towards a figure not far away.

There was a man there, who was waiting quietly with an oil-paper umbrella, and the woman's figure quickly scurried under the umbrella, holding the man's arm quite affectionately, turning around, and nodding gratefully at Chen Xiaoming.

Chen Xiaoming smiled slightly, but his eyes looked behind the man, the child with his head out and his tiger brain, the other party's eyes had the same innocence as snow.

Holding the woman's hand with one hand and holding the man's hand tightly with the other, he was not afraid of the wind and snow at all.

Chen Xiaoming stopped, the woman and the man picked up the child, and left sweetly, until the figure disappeared into the distance, Chen Xiaoming shook his head with a wry smile.

The snow was still falling, Chen Xiaoming turned around, and there was an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and the originally lonely and cold atmosphere had a little more warmth.

The city gate of the imperial capital was not closed because of the snow, and even though it was snowing heavily, there were still many pedestrians who were busy making a living, entering and exiting the city gate.

Chen Xiaoming was like an ordinary person, walking in the team out of the city, inconspicuous, until he walked out of the city gate, looking at the vast snow outside the capital, Chen Xiaoming's eyes flashed a trace of essence.

"From this day forward, I will walk my own way."

(End of chapter)