Yuan Zhiheng has the habit of getting up in the morning to read, so when he opened the door early in the morning, he was startled by the "snowman" curled up in a ball at the door.

When I looked at it again, it was Diancui squatting there with her knees crossed, her head and face and long neck were wet. Yuan Zhiheng called his female student into the house in a little panic, there was no brazier in the countryside, only an earthen kang. Yuan Zhiheng lit the stove fire with all hands and feet, poured a bowl of hot ginger soup down, and after a while, the frozen Diancui eased up.

"Teacher," Diancui grinned and thanked him, then took the firewood in Yuan Zhiheng's hand and filled it into the stove one by one. Yuan Zhiheng thought about it a little and understood that this little girl was bullied by her adoptive parents' family again, and it was not good to ask what happened, but after looking at Dian Cui, who was squatting there into a ball of roasting fire, a strong sense of responsibility for being a teacher arose, and he whispered: "Don't be too sad, people have a long life, and they have experienced hardship, so they know that they are sweet ......" He said this to Dian Cui, and also to himself.

Diancui nodded, and whispered for a while, I'm not sad, they are not my biological parents, so I am not sad.

Yuan Zhiheng had heard her say that Qian Lao and his wife were her adoptive parents, but she was an abandoned child, but the next words of Diancui made a huge wave in his heart.

"I should be from a family, that is, I returned home in the capital," Dian Cui said suddenly: "The teacher's family in the south should not have heard of the return of the capital home......"

"I know that everyone who rose up a hundred years ago opened shops all over the country, and there are also shops in my hometown that have returned home." The light of the fire in the stove reflected the light in Yuan Zhiheng's eyes, how could he not know that he was home......

"Why do you say that you are a daughter who has returned home?" Yuan Zhiheng looked at this thin and cracked face and asked.

I once had a hairpin, which I can prove to be, but then I lost it, and Dian Cui said this with a hint of chagrin in his nose.

Yuan Zhiheng sighed, without a token, how could she believe her when she returned home. But seeing the light floating in her eyes, Yuan Zhiheng knew that this matter should be a huge hope in her heart, don't people just want to run for a head in this life, Yuan Zhiheng didn't say more.

"You go to sleep on the kang, I'll read a book outside." Yuan Zhiheng said lightly, picked up the book and went outside.

Diancui obediently went on the kang in the inner room, she was really cold, and she fell asleep after a while.

It is said that she is only fourteen years old in this life, and if you count the previous life, although she is a woman in her twenties, she has been ignorant and unenlightened all her life in her previous life, and she is not as good as her current mind. Looking at Yuan Zhiheng again, he was a respectful teacher, and he didn't feel anything wrong with it.

Although Yuan Zhiheng is a teenager who is less than seventeen years old, his fate has undergone great changes in his early years, although he acts casually, his mind is more mature than others.

When Diancui woke up, he opened the door and saw such a scene, the thin young man was standing tall and jade, and was holding a branch to practice calligraphy on the snow, and the residual snow on the old persimmon tree in the courtyard was falling in a hurry, and it was hitting the young man who practiced calligraphy, and the young man was wearing a blue cloth straight shirt, which was indeed a thin layer, but the young man was not afraid of the cold, and kept waving, as if he was immersed in it.

Dian Cui didn't dare to come forward to disturb, only regretted it in his heart, and knew that it would be good to buy a jacket with him.

"Diancui, you come, teach you to write." Yuan Zhiheng's tone carried a hint of youthful cheerfulness.