"Well, let's raise him first, let him be your brother, and tomorrow I will find another one with Lao Zhao for Mrs. Zhang."

Xiang'er pouted: "I don't want to be a sister, I want to be a sister!" ”

The man was helpless: "Okay, let him be your brother, it's okay now." ”

Xiang'er was satisfied, sitting on the edge of the bed and fantasizing that she would marry into a wealthy family in the future, just like in the script, and she would not worry about food and clothing.

I touched the baby's face, and the more I looked at it, the more pleasing it became.

"He will be a good-looking man when he grows up, otherwise how can he be worthy of me."

The man in her Yin Yushang must be extremely good-looking!

It's winter again, and the goose feathers are snowing heavily, flying all over the sky.

At the request of the man, the little boy who had gone out to beg in a tattered suit hobbled to the door, looking to be only four or five years old.

After a day of hunger, my stomach rumbled, and I knocked on the door weakly.

The father and daughter, who were eating meat on the fire in the house, heard the sound, wrapped the meat and hid it skillfully, took out a few cold and hard rough noodles and a plate of pickles and set them up, and opened the door after a while.

The boy, who was about to lose consciousness from the cold, hurriedly entered the house, sat by the fire and roasted his hands, smelled the residual smell of meat in the air, took a few greedy breaths, and said strangely: "It seems to smell of meat." ”

The man subconsciously glanced at the place where the meat was hidden, and coaxed: "Where did the meat come from?" Because our family has raised an extra you, the poor are almost unable to open the pot, how can they have money to buy meat? Hurry up and eat, and sweep the floor when you're done eating! ”

The boy only thought that he was too hungry and had hallucinations, so he picked up the cold steamed bun after answering the call, ate a few bites casually, and began to sweep the floor and make a fire.

Day after day, year after year.

The boy would go out to beg every day, and only when it was dark did he go home with a few copper plates, his clothes were tattered, and the house was leaking, so he really thought that his family was so poor that he would jingle loudly, and in order to reduce his father's burden, he would even go to some large families as a handyman, doing the hardest and most tiring work, just for the money of five or two months of the month.

Later, I met an old man who lived alone, his legs and feet were inconvenient, he had always been warm-hearted, so he would often help the old man do some small things within his ability, the old man was a cultivator, and saw that he was gifted and kind, so he taught him to cultivate Neidan, he was very interested in it, and he practiced diligently every day.

The days went on like this, until one day.

He went home as usual, only to find his sister alone and his father missing.

Xiang'er was looking through the script, and when she saw him coming back, she hurriedly got up and took off his coat.

He was a little uncomfortable with her sudden hospitality: "No, I'll just come by myself." ”

As he spoke, he took off his coat and put it away.

Seeing that he refused, Xiang'er's face changed slightly, but she quickly recovered, and said with a smile: "Dad has something to delay, I will come back later, you sit down and rest first, and I will pour you tea." ”

He was a little suspicious, his sister was always on top, and she had never been so attentive to him, what happened today?

Sitting down and looking at his busy sister, he shook his head and hooked his lips, probably because his sister has grown up and is sensible.

After waiting for a while, he caught a glimpse of the book next to him, so he picked it up and flipped through two pages.

Somehow by coincidence, he flipped through and just happened to turn to a page of drawings on which a man and a woman were intertwined in extremely explicit poses, making it impossible to look at them directly.

He was a young man, and he had always been blank for this kind of thing, so when he saw it, his face suddenly burned like fire, and he didn't dare to look at it at a glance, so he hurriedly closed it and let it go farther away.

The girl who came with the tea looked at the book that had obviously been moved, and then at his red ears, with a slight smile on the corner of her lips, and handed him the water cup, laughing harmlessly: "Brother drinks tea." ”

He looked at his sister again and again, and after enduring it, he still spoke: "In the future... That kind of thing, sister or ...... It's better to see less. ”