Dizzy, there seemed to be people around him, and it seemed to be empty, I don't know how long he fell asleep, Ozawa slowly opened his eyes.

Mu'er, who was sitting in the cradle and entertaining himself, saw that Ozawa woke up, grinned and giggled, holding a rattle and waving it in the air.

Ozawa felt that his body was stronger than before, jumped out of bed and walked around the room, and asked, "Mu'er, where did Uncle and sister-in-law go?" ”

Mu'er seemed to understand, babbling and gesturing, but Ozawa couldn't understand Mu'er's words, so he had to sit on the edge of the bed and play with Mu'er.

Not long after playing, Mu'er suddenly began to cry, thinking that he should be hungry, so Ozawa went to the kitchen to find some food.

Pushing open the door of the kitchen, Ozawa was startled: "Uncle, are you at home?"

The old man turned his back to him and quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Ozawa is awake."

"How long did I sleep?"

"How long?" The old man's eyes were empty, "About three or four days." ”

"Where's my sister-in-law?"

She ...... Went out. ”

The suspicious pause alerted Ozawa, who asked, "Where did you go?"

The old man hung his head and did not speak, silently threw a handful of firewood into the stove, and slowly fanned it with a fan.

"Uncle, where did sister-in-law go?" Ozawa was in a hurry, he ran to the old man, squatted down and looked into the old man's eyes.

As soon as the old man's gaze made contact with Ozawa, tears flowed down the wrinkled ravine.

A bad premonition flashed in his heart, and Ozawa anxiously asked, "Uncle, did something happen to my sister-in-law?" Just tell me okay? Please, Abel. ”

The old man slowly stood up on crutches, and he poured the medicine from the stove into the bowl: "I'll tell you when I drink it first." ”

Desperate to know the whereabouts of his sister-in-law, Xiao Ze drank it all despite the medicine, and urged the old man while sighing: "Uncle, what's wrong?" ”

"You promise me first, no matter what you know, don't be impulsive."

After receiving an affirmative answer, the old man walked slowly to the room and took out a letter from under the worn cotton wool.

Ozawa quickly opened the letter and read it, his face becoming paler and paler. He trembled, and felt that the sky was spinning, like falling into an ice cave.

"Impossible, how possible, impossible......," he muttered, and sat down on the ground, still clutching the letter tightly in his hand.

The old man hugged Xiao Ze and said, "Xiao Ze, I will treat you as your own son in the future, okay?" Three generations of our ancestors and grandchildren, live a good life, okay? ”

Ozawa stood in front of the window, day after day, watching the sun rise and sunset, watching the snow melt, and watching the old trees in front of the house grow buds......

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The trees are shady, and the summer insects are croaking.

It was dusk, while the sun was still struggling on the horizon, when a rough knock was heard at the door.

The old man walked from the kitchen to the door, and he was out of breath after only a few steps, and he coughed, and his voice was hoarse: "Who? ”

"Is there a guy named Zhuan who has lived here?" The man outside the door asked sharply.

Hearing his sister-in-law's name, Ozawa's ears moved, and he slowly turned around and stared straight at the door.

As soon as they opened the door, a group of people broke in violently, pushed away the old man who was blocking them, smashed something when he saw it, and kicked it a few times after smashing it.

The loud noise woke Mu'er, and he was so frightened that he cried.

"Yo, there's a kid here." Someone walked over and looked at Mu'er, who was still a toddler, and sneered.

The man raised the short knife in his hand, Ozawa's eyes widened, and he rushed over, and the man fell to the ground unprepared for a moment. Ozawa picked up the wooden chair and threw it at him, and the man just stood up with his stomach in his hands and fell down again.

Ozawa picked up the short knife on the ground and walked towards the rest with a blank face.

At this time, Ozawa's eyes were outward, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was completely angry.

The born calf was not afraid of tigers, and the group was calmed down and retreated step by step.

"Get out of my house." Ozawa said viciously.

"Just by ......" Before the words fell, the short knife cut off the speaker's little finger without hesitation.

The man screamed and pushed behind his companions: "This ...... This kid is a practitioner. ”

"I repeat, get out of my house!"

The group weighed it, although it should not be difficult for so many people to subdue a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, I am afraid that the price ...... They looked at each other and walked out in a huff.

Ozawa dropped the knife, bent over and gasped, his bones stiffened a lot after not practicing for too long, and coupled with his long-term illness, this tossing almost consumed all his energy.

Fortunately, the foundation of childhood is very good, and it can also play a deterrent role.

When his strength recovered, he hurriedly ran over to help the old man up: "Uncle, how are you?"

The old man had his eyes closed, and his breathing was very weak and intermittent.

Ozawa shook the old man's shoulders, and the old man finally opened his eyes slowly, and he was overjoyed: "Uncle, hold on, I'll go find a doctor."

The old man grabbed Xiao Ze's wrist, and the thin knuckles were so powerful at this time, and he said, "Xiao Ze, can you do Abel a favor?" Help me get Mu'er ......"

Ozawa shook his head desperately: "I don't want it, Uncle, you want to watch Mu'er grow up by yourself."

"Don't make a fuss." The old man stopped and took a deep breath, "There is a package in Abo's house, and there are some copper coins in it, although it is not much, it is enough for you to get out of the city."

"I don't want you to take care of Mu'er, you give him to someone who is willing to adopt him, and then you go out of the city immediately, these people are not coming for you."

"And who are they aiming for?"

"Hurry up, don't go or ......"

The old man's words came to an abrupt end, his hand still maintaining a pushing posture, and Ozawa tried the old man's snort tremblingly, and suddenly burst into tears.

He swallowed tears into his stomach, and now was not the time to cry.

Ozawa covered the old man's eyes, picked him up and put him on the bed, and covered him with a quilt as if he were asleep. The old man is as light as a withered fallen leaf, and the fallen leaves can still return to the roots, I don't know if the old man can return home.

He stuffed the copper plates into Mu'er's pocket, and hung a lotus-like peace charm with the eight characters of his birthday on Mu'er's neck, and carried Mu'er out of the house to the Guanyin Temple.

He squatted there to watch the pilgrims come and go, and the temple was dedicated to Guanyin, who sent her son, and most of the young women came in and out.

Suddenly, he rushed in front of an older woman, shoved Mu'er into her hands, turned and ran. When he heard the woman calling out to him from behind, he didn't look back, and ran out of a few streets in one breath before he dared to stop.

The night wind swept up his wide coat like an eagle ready to fly.

He used the money he had left behind to buy a knife from the vendor, stuck it in his waist, and slowly walked towards Shangfu.