Zhihua changed the water and went back to the house to continue scrubbing the old gentleman.

When Wu Peiye opened his eyes, his gaze unconsciously fell on the little girl beside the bed.

In fact, he had already regained consciousness, but he couldn't wake up at all.

These days it was as if he was imprisoned in a cage, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to even blink his eyes, which he had thought to be the simplest of things. He was also discouraged and angry, but after that, he was only full of helplessness and loneliness that he couldn't shake away.

Just when he was helpless in the dark, a ray of light appeared.

Jingcheng would accompany him every day and talk to him. From Jing Cheng's words, Wu Peiye knew that the two of them had successfully escaped the pursuit. It was now the farmer surnamed Fang who saved them. has been scrubbing him, and taking care of him is the little daughter of this family, who is only ten years old, her name is Fang Zhihua.

How he wanted to meet this child! Thinking that he is a martial arts official to the Taifu, he is the imperial teacher of the current emperor and the teacher of the current prince. He can be said to be a real top 10,000 people, and how many people have slapped him and hated him as a grandson.

But when he was in distress and his life was dying, only Jingcheng, a student, was willing to give up his life to protect him, and only the little girl he had never met would never dislike taking care of him.

Wu Peiye has finally seen Zhihua as he wished. Well, he is indeed a hard-working, well-behaved and quiet good boy as he imagined.

Otherwise, how to say that people can't be good-looking, hard-working and hard-working, knowing that painting is the right thing to do, well-behaved and demure, which has to be carefully considered. Even Wu Peiye was fooled by the appearance of a soft girl, but in fact, people are very Chinese in their hearts.

Zhihua was scrubbing the old gentleman, and she felt that someone was staring at her. Zhihua thought that Jingcheng had come in, but he was looking at her, so he ignored it.

Zhihua continued the movements in her hand, and finally finished scrubbing, she raised her hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead, and then turned around to wash the handkerchief and pour the water.

When she turned around, she saw a pair of wise and loving eyes.

Zhihua calmly put down the handkerchief in his hand and smiled slightly, "Sir, you are awake." Is there anything uncomfortable about your body? ”

"No, just a little hungry."

Wu Peiye was a little embarrassed, he was a sixty-year-old man who asked a ten-year-old girl what he wanted to eat. And the girl was obviously asking about his physical condition very seriously, but he gave the topic to the crooked floor to eat.

"Sir, wait a minute, you just woke up, your spleen and stomach are weak and you are not suitable to eat anything too hard, I will go and boil some gruel for you, you wait here."

Zhihua saw that Wu Peiye was uncomfortable, so he didn't stay in the house. She picked up the basin, opened the door and went out gently.

Jingcheng is still dead under the jujube tree and the pile of dirty clothes. Zhihua looked at his stupid appearance and didn't tell him that the old gentleman had woken up. She poured the water from the basin and turned and went into the kitchen.

Because the water in the pot was warm all the time, the fire in the stove was not extinguished. Zhihua used a burning stick to pull twice to reveal a little spark, she took some thin branches and put them on it, blew lightly, and the fire burst into flames.

Zhihua brushed the pot with a bamboo broom specially used to wash the pot, and then scooped up some rice and put it in the pot, and slowly boiled it over a warm fire.

It didn't take long for the aroma of rice porridge to fill the entire courtyard.

Jing Cheng saw that Zhihua hadn't come out of the kitchen for so long, and thought she was boiling water again, but who knew that the smell of porridge came from this time.

"What do you do with porridge? Are you hungry? Jing Cheng stood up from the small bench, shook his arms and stretched his legs, and then walked lightly towards the kitchen.

Zhihua was scooping porridge into the bowl, and Jingcheng came in.

"Ah, it's red bean porridge, it's so fragrant!" Jing Cheng poked his head out from behind the painting, inhaled it with his nose hard, and exclaimed exaggeratedly.

Zhihua looked at him and thought it was funny. He slapped him on the head.

"I've scooped up the porridge, you can send it to Mr. quickly, Mr. is already hungry when he thinks about it." Zhihua handed the bowl in his hand to Jing Cheng's hand, pushed him to the kitchen door behind him, and urged him to hurry up and deliver the porridge.

"Don't push me in a hurry, what do you mean by what you just said? What to send porridge to Mr., has Mr. woken up? Jing Cheng asked again in disbelief, he wanted to make sure if it was really as he thought, Mr. had woken up.

"You wooden head, since I asked you to deliver porridge to Mr., that man must have woken up. You still have to ask such a simple thing, is your IQ beyond the ordinary level used to watch bibimbap and eat? Zhihua wrinkled his nose with disdain, swept Jingcheng's whole body up and down, and wrote clearly on his face: The rumors are really not credible.

"What, Mr. is really awake!" Jing Cheng couldn't care about anything at the moment, he was ecstatic, and hurriedly ran to the west wing with the porridge in his hand.

Zhihua saw that Jingcheng's joy and anger were shown on his face, and he felt very happy in his heart, which showed that he was really relaxed here.

"What a nerd!" Zhihua sighed, and then picked up the pot and scooped the remaining porridge in the pot into the clay pot.

The two young people here were talking and laughing, and Wu Peiye over there was secretly relieved in his heart after Zhihua went out with a basin of water.

To be honest, for his age, it was the first time he had seen such a calm little girl in most of his life. I really didn't know how to react for a while.

After all, it was the beginning of recovering from a serious illness and he had just woken up, Wu Peiye's body was still very weak, and he felt bursts of fatigue at this moment. Thinking that it would take a while for Zhihua to make porridge, he closed his eyes first and squinted. Who knew that it would be dark when I woke up again.

"Are you awake, sir?" Jing Cheng stood beside the bed and looked at Wu Peiye eagerly, when he brought the porridge from the kitchen to the room, Mr. was already asleep. So he sat quietly on the edge of the bed and waited, but he waited until it was dark.

"I'm fine, just a little hungry."

"I'll go get porridge for Mr., and Mr. will wait here." After Jing Cheng finished speaking, he quickly pushed open the door and ran out, as if someone was chasing him from behind.

Wu Peiye looked at Jing Cheng with a reckless look, and he only felt funny in his heart. This little prince has been looking old and dignified since he was three years old, when has he ever behaved so childishly. This is really rare, leaving that deep palace compound, I'm afraid that no matter how complicated people are, it will become simple, and it's really a good place to raise people.

After the old gentleman had eaten dinner and cleaned up, Grandpa Fang and the others also came back in an ox cart.

When Grandpa Fang heard that the old gentleman had woken up, he was also very happy. To tell the truth, the old gentleman has been asleep these days, and he thought that this old brother would not survive this time. Fortunately, now that people have woken up, there is nothing wrong with raising them well in the future. So Grandpa Fang went to the west wing to meet the old man.

"Sir, how is your body now?" Grandpa Fang stood on the side of the bed and asked a little crampedly.

Finally saw a peer, Wu Peiye was actually quite happy in his heart, but this old brother seemed to be a little restrained, thinking that he respected him as a scholar. Thinking of this, Wu Peiye decided to ease the atmosphere first.

"Brother said this, it's a foreign way, what is Mr. not Mr., my life and Jingcheng's lives were saved by your family, you are kind to us and rebuild, we should be like a family, where do you want to say such a life."

Wu Peiye's words can be said to have lowered his posture as much as possible, he is an old minister of the Three Dynasties, and he once served as the emperor of the Son of Heaven. In the court, he can be said to be able to say nothing to anyone, and now he can say such a thing to Grandpa Fang, which shows that he is really grateful to Grandpa Fang's family.

Grandpa Fang was still a little in awe, after all, this old gentleman was not an ordinary person at first glance. He was afraid that if he said something wrong, it would not be good to invite disaster. Who knew that this old gentleman was so approachable, since the other party had already taken the initiative to show goodwill, then he couldn't continue to be so polite.

Both of them are interested in making friends, and they are of the same age, although they are at different social levels, but after all, their age and experience are there. Grandpa Fang worked as a dart master when he was young, and he has traveled a lot of places, so he doesn't have to worry about having nothing to say with Wu Peiye.

The two of them were like this, under the dim oil lamp, you and I talked one sentence at a time. It was already very late at night, thinking that he would have to go to work in the store tomorrow, and Wu Peiye had just woken up and was weak after all. Grandpa Fang reluctantly said goodbye to the old gentleman, and was carried back to the hall by Grandma Fang's ears to sleep.

Wu Peiye looked at the old brother he had just recognized, and it turned out to be a strict wife. He didn't think that a woman should be virtuous and virtuous, as other sour literati did. I just feel that I was talking to myself just now, and I look like an old brother who is not afraid of the sky and the earth. Now he is being carried by his wife, and he looks like a chick being nagged by a hen. Oh, thinking about it, he couldn't stop laughing.

"Ahem, cough, cough..." Wu Peiye didn't pay attention for a while, laughed out of breath, and coughed violently.

"What's wrong with you, sir? How can you cough so violently? "Jing Cheng was talking to Zhihua in the courtyard just now, so he didn't know what was going on here. He also heard Wu Peiye's cough outside the courtyard, so he hurriedly ran in.

Wu Peiye's old face turned a little red, he couldn't tell Jing Cheng that he was laughing at himself because he was watching other people's jokes, which affected his face as a teacher.

So he casually came up with a reason. "I just accidentally choked on water just now, you don't need to worry."

What a smart person Jing Cheng is, he knew that what he said was not the truth as soon as he saw Wu Peiye like this, but since Mr. didn't want to mention this matter, he, as a student, always had to be informed and interesting, so he kept his mouth shut and stopped talking about this matter.

The happy heart of the family rested, and there was nothing to say all night.