Young Master Song is sick.

The illness is very serious, the Song family invited the doctors of the entire Jiacheng to see a doctor, and now it is a harsh winter, and the doctors who came out of the Song family were asked about it, and they were vague and investigated, saying that the young master Song was born prematurely that year, and the fetus was insufficient, and he had raised it for many years, thinking that his body was no different from ordinary people, but he didn't expect to fall into the water in the cold winter, and all the roots of the disease that had been pressed over the years were brought out at once.

For a while, there were rumors in Jiacheng, saying that the son of the Song family was afraid that he would not be able to survive this winter.

"Guanyan." Ruyi saw Guan Yan guarding under the corridor and beckoned gently.

Guan Yan glanced at her and didn't make a sound.

As an opinion, he stomped his feet a little anxiously and stepped forward: "How is the young master?" ”

"Why are you here?" Guan Yan said lukewarmly.

"I care about the young master and want to ask ......"

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Guan Yan: "Do you care about the young master?" You care about yourself. ”

After Song Yu fell into the water, Ruyi was punished to be the lowest maid in the kitchen, and was shrouded in the smell of oil smoke all day long, and now she is naturally trying to come back.

"What nonsense are you talking about, although I haven't been serving the young master for a long time, I really care about the young master." Ruyi was caught in the heart by Guanyan, and stomped his feet in anger.

Guan Yan listened to her words, glanced at her, and then chuckled, his eyes full of sarcasm.

"Even if you squeeze the apricots away, what's the use?"

At this moment, there was an uncontrollable coughing sound in the room, which was still low, as if it wanted to be suppressed, but in the end it was still not suppressed, and the cough was heartbreaking, as if it was about to cough out the lungs.

Guan Yan immediately glanced at Ruyi, and said unceremoniously: "You go quickly, don't come again, after all, Xing'er was sold because of you, the young master didn't pursue you, you steal the fun, and dare to want to come back with a shy face!" Hurry up, hurry up, go away! ”

After driving away Ruyi, Guan Yan cautiously walked to the door and respectfully said to the person inside the door: "Young master, do you want to invite a doctor?" ”

"No, no." As soon as the voice fell, there was a violent coughing sound.

Guan Yan listened to the door several times and stopped, and finally sat down under the porch, with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the evening, Mrs. Song came on crutches.

"How is the young master today?" Mrs. Song seemed to have aged a lot overnight, and her original gray hair color turned white.

Guan Yan looked into the room, and stopped talking.

Mrs. Song didn't say much, just slowly pushed the door and walked in, she didn't enter the room, she sat down on a chair in the room, the curtain in the room hung down, and there was a low coughing sound from inside.

She didn't speak, just looked at the curtain silently.

The people inside heard the movement, forced a cough, and said, "The road is slippery on a snowy day, why are you here?" ”

"Come and see you." There was a hint of melancholy between Old Lady Song's eyebrows.

"I'm fine, and the rumors out there can't be counted."

"I know." Old Lady Song sighed heavily and slowly stood up, "If you need anything, just ask." With that, he turned around and was about to leave.

At this moment, there was another violent cough in the room, and then it finally subsided, "I thank you very much. ”

Mrs. Song was about to leave, but suddenly she heard it again, and her old face showed a trace of emotion and sadness: "We are also very grateful to you." ”

Coming out of the room, Mrs. Song saw Guan Yan standing aside.

She slowly stepped forward, stretched out her hand and touched Guan Yan's face: "Are you afraid?" ”

"Don't be afraid!" Guan Yan shook his head firmly.

"Good boy." Old Mrs. Song finally couldn't help it, and two lines of turbid tears slid down the old cheeks.

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It's already the middle of winter, there are a few snows outside, and it's so cold in the house, Xing Runan can't help but stand up, spinning around in the house, she rubs her cold hands, and looks outside, it's already dark, and it seems to be snowing outside.

This night, I'm afraid it's a little difficult.

Thinking of this, she turned around and took out another thick dress from her baggage and put it on.

As soon as I put on my clothes, I heard a creaking sound outside, as if I was walking in the snow.

The door was pushed open.

It was the woman who bought her before.

Fortunately, Runan caught a glimpse of a man in a cloak behind the woman, but the woman did not speak, helped the man wipe the stool, turned around and went out.

"Old lady." Xing Runan looked at the man, and although the man was wearing a cloak and his whole face was hidden behind the cloak, she could still see at a glance who it was.

When Mrs. Song heard her voice, she couldn't help but smile and took off her hat.

"It's me."

"It's snowing heavily." Xing Runan said slowly, "Why are you here now?" ”

Old Mrs. Song looked up at her: "Do you blame me?" ”

Xing Runan shook his head.

"Hate me?"

"I don't hate."

"You don't have the baggage that Guanyan gave you?"

"I know, there are my deeds of identity and two fifty-tael silver tickets."

"Then why don't you go?"

Fortunately, Runan didn't speak, if she wanted to leave, she could naturally leave, when she knew that she was going to be sold, she made up her mind, if it wasn't for what she guessed, she was really sold, then she would make a deal with Ah Piao, and she would definitely be able to get out.

But if she made a deal with Ah Piao, she would also be damaged, and she would not do it unless she had to.

Later, when she found her body deed and two fifty taels of silver tickets in the baggage, she knew that she had guessed correctly.

"You're here to protect me." Fortunately, Runan's eyes fell on the old lady, "Whether I choose to go or stay, my life is saved, isn't it?" ”

"Then why don't you go?" Mrs. Song looked at her directly, as if she wanted to see what was going on.

Fortunately, Runan was silent, of course she could go, since she came to this place, the woman who bought herself, except for bringing food to herself every day, has never appeared, even the door is not locked, and the Song family also left her a hundred taels of silver.

"Because, there are unavoidable reasons." Fortunately, Runan could only say this, she was afraid that she would swap bodies with Song Yu next, because she had this premonition.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Song listened to her words, and actually smiled: "When Brother Xing'er was three years old, the Great Wilderness in the Southern Mountains, many victims ran to Jiacheng, our Song family built a porridge shed to help the victims, at that time, there was an old way, to Brother Xing'er calculated a hexagram, he said that Brother Xing'er has three tribulations, the first calamity is when he was born, the calamity has been transformed, the second calamity may happen when, maybe it is before the weak crown, maybe it is after the stand, if it is not before the weak crown, then it is after the stand, there is no way to crack this calamity, my Song family is just the old way to fight Mien, That old Taoist would rather leak the secret of heaven than repay the grace of this doumi. ”