Xia Xia didn't revel for long, she ran in and shook the snow on her body, rubbed her frozen hands and smiled at us: "I hope this snow can fall for a long time, so that there will be snow." ”

I remember that Xia Xia didn't like winter before, because of her special life experience, every winter is very difficult for her, she will have nightmares, will remember the days when she was young, and now I still know that she will remember the life and death of Anzhou, hoping that he will have warm clothes when the wind rises.

As soon as she goes to the street, she will keep paying attention to whether there are beggars in the alleys and alleys, she has always been very conflicted, if there is, she will keep going there, delivering food and clothing, sleeping and eating, but it is difficult to take care of the long and poor, how can she always help like this? If not, she pondered again, where did those poor people go to hide from the cold?

She also told me that she hoped to make a lot of money in the future, and then set up a compound to take in these poor homeless people.

I turned my head to see that Yan Cuo was already lying back, as if he had never leaned over to look out.

"The fire is hot, I'll put a few big hooves on it and roast it for a while." Xia Xia pulled me into the house.

I deliberately said to Hai Piao: "If Yan Cuo wakes up, we have to talk to him, anyway, we also borrowed his land, I just want everyone to be lively, there is no other meaning." ”

Hai Piao smiled: "If you want to say that Sister Fei said it herself, I won't say it." ”

Xia Xia said: "What is there to say, according to his temper, he will definitely drive us away." But if he really has that strength, otherwise we'll just stay, and it's fun for him to blow his beard and stare at him. ”

Yan turned over, didn't pretend to be asleep, and stared at Xia Xia.

Xia Xia stuck out his tongue and laughed softly: "Ah, how can you ask the gods not to hear it, and summon the ghosts to be spiritual." ”

I slammed her and said, "Who is the god and who is the ghost," and explained with a smile: "Yan Cuo, it's snowing outside, let's give you a few more stoves to keep warm, let's put some hooves to bake, if you are hungry, you can just eat, replenish your body - if you are tired, rest, we promise to be quiet." ”

Yan Cuo slowly stood up, and the sea drifted over to help him, but he didn't ask a word.

Yan Cuo gave him a strange look.

Is Haipiao still guilty? Because Yan mistakenly blocked his injury?

Xia Xia asked, "Are you thirsty?" There's water—if you're hungry, there's porridge in the kitchen, and the hooves that have just been put down, and you'll have to wait a while to cook. ”

Yan Cuo pursed her pale lips and said in a dumb voice: "No need, sit down when you are tired." ”

"No need to pull it down—then we'll be roasting in this house, and you don't think we're noisy." Xia Xia's tone softened a lot, as if she was a little coquettish.

"If you love to bake or not, don't burn my house." Yan Cuo didn't twist his eyebrows or speak roughly, he just said lightly, covering the quilt with one hand, his movements were a little clumsy, but he was very cute.

I took the meat clip in Xia Xia's hand and said, "My hands are cold, I'll come." You add a pillow to Yan Cuo, one is too restful. ”

Xia Xia sighed, took a pillow from the bedside cabinet, Yan Cuo because his arm was just in the right position, it was very laborious when he supported his body, Hai Piao pretended not to see it, and came to study the roasted hooves with me, Xia Xia may be used to taking care of it, and he urged Yan Cuo not to move his arms and arms, and Yan Cuo cooperated quietly.

Seeing that there was nothing to help with, and the fire was roasting comfortably, Hai Piao sat on the recliner and picked up a few books and flipped through them.

Yan Cuo sat quietly, staring at the fire beeping and peeling, Xia Xia and I circled the ball of thread.

"Where did the third brother and Sister Song go? Didn't you tell the third brother about the roasted hooves today, why couldn't he be willing to come? Xia Xia asked while paying attention to Yan Cuo, who was resting beside her, while talking to me.

Han Sanxiao's listless appearance came to my mind, Hai Piao said that it was because of an agreement with Mr. Cao, and now that Cao Nan went to the imperial capital and didn't know when he would come back, Han Sanxiao seemed to have been ashamed-

What exactly they had made an appointment, but Haipiao refused to tell me, so I had to ask myself.

It seems that Han Sanxiao will also be poked at the point, but I'm really worried that he will collapse, what should I do if he is always so depressed in the future? - It seems that I have to inquire with Zhu Jing when I have time, even if it is to ask about Mr. Cao's whereabouts.

"Pengdang" sounded, and there was a loud bang at the front yard gate.

Yan Cuo frowned vigilantly and looked out, we are all used to it, I saw that Yan Cuo was so nervous, and said with a smile: "Don't panic, it must be that Lai Pi is back." ”

Soon, Han San's roar came from the front yard, and he was not afraid of scaring people: "What about people?" Where are they all dead! ”

"Hahaha, it's the third brother who is back-here, Yan's house!" Xia Xia ran to the door and shouted.

The footsteps were fast, Han Sanxiao came in with a jump, and he didn't care that we were sitting firmly at this moment, like a monkey with a burned stomach shaking the snow on his body, rubbing his hands and covering his ears and shouting: "My ancestors are eighteen generations, Lao Tzu has froze to death, and his grandfather's is still snowing halfway through, and the umbrella that comes from the door of the house is still broken, and grandma's watermelon skin is a ghost who lacks morality, and she actually put a broken umbrella at the door!" ”

I was thrown off my face, and while wiping my face, I smacked him and said: "You obeyed other people's umbrellas, and you still suspect that other people's umbrellas are broken, so you lack virtue." ”

Xia Xia smiled and pulled his broken, and said, "Take it off and come in again after shaking the snow outside, the room that is finally hot will let the third brother bring the tide to you!" ”

Han San shook halfway through his smile, and when he saw the hooves on the stove, he immediately pounced with a hideous face, and regardless of whether his hands were hot or not, he grabbed a pinch and gnawed it in his hand.

Hai Piao looked at Han Sanxiao's rogue virtue from the moment he came in, rolled up the book and said with a smile: "The third brother has a big mouth, but he can stuff a lot of things." ”

Han San smiled and pointed at him, indicating that he didn't have time to speak now, and laboriously swallowed his mouth full of hoof meat.

"You're really, you shout and scream as soon as you come in, there are patients in the hospital, and you're not afraid of scaring people to rest."

Han San smiled and turned his head to look at Yan Cuo, made a few gestures that I couldn't understand, and continued to eat his own.

This Han San smiled, when they were separated, he was still wearing the clothes brought by the Shangguan Mansion, combing his neat and decent hair, and his preoccupied appearance was quite distressing to look at, how much effort had been done, the clothes on his body had been changed back to sloppy old clothes, and his hair was also messed up as if he had just finished a fight with someone, and he didn't know if he really took it away.

I disliked his messy appearance, and hurriedly moved my elbow to the side, I wanted to treat him well, but when I saw his virtue, I couldn't help but smack him: "You, don't eat up the tip of the hoof, I specially bought it for Song Lingjian and Haipiao to eat - and that elbow, don't eat it, it's for Yan Wrong, you want to use it for him to make up for his body." ”

"Yes, yes, yes, it's all bought for others, and I don't have my share! And what about the? Why isn't it there? Hide in your room and eat a pig's head, right? Han Sanxiao looked around, and there was already another one in his hand.

"Sister Song went out early in the morning with Yan Cuo's stick, it seems that she was looking for Master Zhang." Xia Xia shook the snow and came in to answer.

Yan wrong stick?

Yan Cuo, who had been quiet, immediately touched his right arm, and when he moved, he probably pulled his tendons, but he didn't have time to pay attention to the sudden pain, gritted his teeth and frowned: "I-my stick?!" ”

Xia Xia said: "Yes, I'm also wondering, it's just a stick, where else can it be broken?" She said she would be back soon—but she never saw her and didn't know where she went. ”

Could it be that Song Lingjian just said that he was going to Zhangshan to get the repaired things, and he said that it was Yan Wrong's stick? But I had already seen it in the courtyard of the Zhang family a few days ago, how could Song Lingjian take it back and send it back? Is there something wrong? Or - or is it too hard to fix the scratch?

Yan Cuo was a little unhappy: "Who let her move my stick?" ”

It seems that he cherishes his stick—no matter how precious it is, it is a relic of my father's legacy, though he doesn't know its secrets—but he cares about his father very much.

"I grinded my mouth during the last fight, and Ling was just about to find a single order, so I took it to fix it by the way." Hai Piao explained, and only his explanation could reassure Yan Cuo.

Xia Xia muttered: "It seems that everyone has to have a bad heart for you, and you don't know the hearts of good people." Song Lingjian is willing to help you, that's the luck you picked up. ”

Yan Cuo glanced at her, and Xia Xia also glared at him, but the two did not quarrel, because Yan Cuo's glance was gentle, and Xia Xia thought that his momentum had overpowered him, and smiled proudly.

"Song Lingjian said at the entrance of the alley that he was going to Zhangyuan to get something, it should be your stick, and he is almost back after calculating the distance-" I added.

Yan Cuo leaned back, stroking his injured arm and saying nothing.

I wrapped the coil around Han Sanxiao's hand, first, to continue winding, and secondly, to let him eat a few less hooves, and asked him, "By the way, have you found Uncle Hei?" ”

Han Sanxiao shook his hand to wrap the wire around me, shook his head and said, "I don't know where I went." But I've already told them to come and let us know as soon as Heijun returns, and nothing will happen. ”

I nodded worriedly, I really hadn't seen him in a few days, it was freezing, where could he go?

"Don't worry, such a big person, I have to work every day to find it. Isn't there a person who has nothing to do, you want to stew hooves for Song Lingjian to eat, and you have the ability to ask her to help you find it! Han San smiled and said with a sour and vinegar taste.

"Don't gossip behind people's backs." Song Lingjian's voice immediately rose.

I smiled, hurriedly threw the string ball, stood up and went out to greet it.

Han San stuck out his tongue with a smile, eager to hit his mouth: "It's over, Cao Cao is here." ”

Hai Piao was puzzled: "When will Ling change his name to Cao Cao?" ”

Xia Xia giggled, Yan turned her face to look at Han San mockingly, but the corners of her mouth hooked up a smile.

Song Lingjian has already pushed the door in, I am busy stepping forward to relieve her, what Xia Xia does for me on weekdays, I will also do it for Song Lingjian, like Xia Xia is my little girl, and I have become her little girl in front of Song Lingjian.

Song Lingjian didn't change his outfit, he was still dressed up in Shangguan Mansion, his long hair was scattered behind, and there were some small snows on it, which looked like pearls embedded in it at first glance, but as soon as he entered the warm house, it turned into water.

Everyone may not be used to her outfit, the cold wind blew her face red, and her long black hair was scattered on her body, as if she had been specially dressed up, so everyone stared at her strangely and curiously.

Song Lingjian put the black iron rod in his hand on the table, looked at us lightly and said, "What are you doing?" One by one. ”

As soon as Yan Cuo saw the Xuantie rod, he immediately got up to get it, Xia Xia snorted fiercely and pressed him back: "What are you messing with." "Then run and get the black iron rod.

"Oh, it's so heavy." Xia Xia fell down with a short stick in both hands, was surprised, and handed it to Yan Cuodao, "Then, your baby, don't use your injured arm, it's okay to blame me." ”

Yan Cuo took back the short stick with one hand and stroked it nervously, inch by inch, for fear that there would be a flaw somewhere.

"Don't be nervous, a stick, I don't look at it yet." Song Lingjian sat in front of the stove and roasted his hands.

"What did you do with it? It's not going to break—" Yan Cuo's injury was only a matter of moments, and of course his own Xuantie rod was already scratched-

But—

Yan Cuo suddenly stopped his movements and stared at the stick face quietly.

Did he see a scratch?

Yan swallowed his saliva, looked up at me, and then looked down at the stick.

I took a few steps closer and looked at it, but my eyes got wet.

I saw the words on the stick, bronzing like a deed, although I don't know much, but I am familiar with this word like blood-

Yan.

On the black iron rod passed on by his father to Yan Cuo, there is the indestructible treasure of the Yan family's legend, and the surname of the Yan family is engraved on it.