"Brother Qingyang, what poetry will you teach me today?" Ha Xue hugged Qingyang from behind and said affectionately. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qingyang also smiled softly when he heard this, and immediately stroked Haxue's shoulder-length hair dotingly, which exuded a fragrant smell, which was the smell of the blue leaves by the village river.

"You girl, I won't teach you poetry today. Poetry is something that you have to taste slowly, not just memorize it, let alone show off to other friends in the village. The cloth tape on Qingyang's eyes was still there, but due to habit, he still scratched Ha Xue's white nose and chuckled.

"Oh..."Ha Xue's small mouth pursed slightly, it was cute, if Qingyang could see Ha Xue's appearance, presumably the softest place in his heart would also be touched.

This is the tenth day that Qingyang has come to the hunter village, the snow outside has stopped, the sun is warm, the earth is full of spring flowers, and the scenery outside is completely new.

It's just that these are all told to him by Ha Xue, although the injuries on his eyes have been healed, but the cloth belt can't be removed yet.

At this time, a majestic figure came in from outside the door, and when he saw that Ha Xue was pestering Qingyang again, he immediately feigned anger and said: "Ha Xue! Why are you pestering your brother Qingyang again? Why don't you hurry up and help your mother work?"

Immediately, Uncle Ha was a little embarrassed and followed Qingyang and said, "Qingyang, I'm sorry, this girl has such a temperament... Very stubborn. ”

Qingyang smiled when he heard this, waved his hand and said, "Uncle Ha, don't say that." I think Ha Xue is my sister, how can I bother her, besides, it's good to read more books. ”

Uncle Ha touched the back of his head when he heard this, and laughed.

In the past ten days, Qingyang has basically known the people in the hunter village, Uncle Ha is Qingyang's life-saving benefactor, oh no, it should be counted Ha Xue, if it weren't for Ha Xue discovering Qingyang, the latter must have frozen to death in the snow at this moment.

At that time, Qingyang's will to survive was weak, coupled with the violent loss of Wang Qi, his body was seriously damaged after soul synchronization, and it was very likely that he was buried in the heavy snow, of course, because of Ha Xue, Qingyang was sitting on the edge of the bed at the moment.

"By the way, Qingyang, the cloth belt on your eyes can be removed tomorrow, Dr. Mao said that since you have healed, then this thing can also be removed. Uncle Ha said with concern while cutting through a hare he had caught today with a knife.

Dr. Mao is the only doctor in the village, because of his advanced age, coupled with his excellent medical skills, specializing in the treatment of all diseases, he has won the respect of the people in the village, and this time Qingyang's eyes are what Dr. Mao sees.

"Oh, good. Qingyang has no accidents, his own situation, he is quite clear, there are no surprises, and now his state of mind is as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

In fact, people always come to the end before they realize the true meaning of life, but it is difficult to say whether it is useful or not.

At this time, a middle-aged beautiful woman walked in with a bowl of soup, and when she saw Qingyang, she immediately smiled and said softly: "Qingyang, come, drink this nourishing soup, it will be beneficial to your physical recovery." ”

"Thank you, Sister Su, you have boiled this for me every day these days, it's so hard!" Qingyang was grateful, these days, the care of Haxue's mother Su Yi made Qingyang feel the warmth of his mother.

Su Yi was very beautiful when she was young, so even now that she is middle-aged, she is still beautiful, so everyone affectionately calls her Sister Su. And Uncle Ha is Sister Su's brother-in-law, since Sister Su's husband died tragically due to hunting, Uncle Ha has been taking care of them.

"Hehe, meeting you is also our fate. Needless to say, let's stay here from now on. "Sister Su said kindly, there are not many villagers in the hunter village in normal times, but it is rare that there are more Qingyang at this moment, and everyone is also very enthusiastic and willing.

Ha Xue took the soup from Sister Su's hand, brought it to Qingyang's mouth, and fed him to drink. Ha Xue finally has a brother, and he is also a brother who loves her and can teach her poetry, so she naturally has to treat him well.

Qingyang felt very happy, a happiness that had not been seen for a long time, Ha Xue's family was like a warm flame that quietly healed the sad and sad heart in Qingyang's heart, so that Qingyang would not become as lost and painful as before. At the same time, they never asked Qingyang about his origins and why he appeared in the snow, but just treated Qingyang as if he were his own family, and this sincerity moved Qingyang.

Now he has figured out a lot of things, the disappearance of Qingyue and the death of Jian Lao have become inevitable, so the only thing he can do is to live. As for how to live, the path of pursuing power made him lose his loved ones, so in the following days, he would rather live an ordinary life.

The water-like boy, the wind-like song, all the things in the past, just go, go.

The boy is not old, but he is already mad.

"I want to untie the cloth belt today, can I?" Qingyang suddenly asked.

Uncle Ha pondered for a long time when he heard this, and finally said: "Okay, I think you have been bored for a long time, and it is not a big deal to solve it today." ”

"Oh oh oh, yes, Brother Qingyang can finally see me!" Ha Xue also danced with her hands, and she also hoped that Qingyang could recover quickly, and then take him to see the scenery of the village.

Shhh

As the cloth belt fell off, Qingyang could gradually feel that the dazzling light was desperately shining through, as if it was about to pierce Qingyang.

"Hmm. When the last piece of cloth fell, Qingyang subconsciously raised his right hand to cover his eyes.

And when Qingyang slowly lowered his hand, a pretty and lively figure was looking at him with a smile.

Ha Xue's jet-black hair and shawl were sprinkled neatly, a pair of big dark eyes looked at Qingyang with a smile, and the delicate goose egg face was filled with a youthful and lively atmosphere, Qingyang couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

This little girl... I'm only eleven years old......

Finding Qingyang stunned in place, Ha Xue waved her hand strangely in front of Qingyang's eyes and said, "Brother Qingyang, what's wrong with you?

And Qingyang, who came back to his senses, suddenly laughed, laughing so happily, he said loudly: "See, Ha Xue is so good-looking!"

Ha Xue was stunned at first when she heard this, and then a blush immediately climbed onto her pink cheeks, two cute dimples slowly emerged with a sweet smile, Ha Xue said a little shyly: "How can there be... Brother Qingyang's eyes are good-looking!"

Qingyang has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, coupled with those deep pupils, I am afraid that anyone who sees it will praise it, Qingyang is born with a clean taste.

"Yes, Qingyang, I didn't expect your eyes to be so bright and beautiful!" Uncle Ha also walked over at this time and said in a refreshing voice.

Qingyang glanced at Uncle Ha and nodded slightly, sure enough, it was not much different from what he imagined, with a thick body, full muscles, and a rugged face full of a sense of justice.

And Sister Su is really carved out of the same mold as Ha Xue, but the former has more mature beauty, a great virtuous beauty.

Qingyang suddenly stood up, came to Uncle Ha and Sister Su, solemnly hugged his fists, and said sincerely: "Thank you Uncle Ha and Sister Su, as well as Ha Xue's life-saving grace, Qingyang doesn't know how to repay you." ”

Hearing this, Uncle Ha was so heroic that he laughed out loud and said, "You kid, you still come to this set of crepe, you listen to me, you kid, I like it." You don't need to thank you, just stay and live with us. Of course, if you have other things to do or don't want to, then we won't force you to stay. ”

Sister Su also smiled calmly when she heard this, and nodded her head.

"Brother Qingyang, don't go, stay with Ha Xue. Otherwise, Ha Xue will be bored to death. Ha Xue said pitifully.

Qingyang only then knew that Uncle Ha's family had sincerely accepted him, since this was the case, Qingyang didn't say anything more, nodded, stayed, and lived a dull life.

Uncle Ha laughed heartily when he saw this, he is going to have a big drink tonight! Uncle Ha can naturally see the extraordinaryness of Qingyang, but he will not expose these things, Qingyang's stay is meaningless to him, fate gathers and scatters, but in this way, an ordinary person can see these things so openly, which shows Uncle Ha's open-mindedness.

Ha Xue's face also swelled with ecstasy again, Brother Qingyang stayed, great!

...

In the evening, Qingyang and Ha Xue were playing in the room, and suddenly Qingyang glanced at the purple spirit sword beside the bed, which was dim at the moment, like a broken copper and iron.

Qingyang walked over, picked up the sword, and slowly walked out of the door under Ha Xue's puzzled gaze.

"I'm sorry, big sister... I'm sorry, Ziyanmen, Master. Qingyang's eyes were complicated, and he muttered.

Shout!

With a wave of Qingyang's arm, the Purple Spirit Sword crossed a beautiful arc in the sky and plunged heavily into a clearing in front of the door.

"Brother Qingyang, what are you doing, why are you throwing away that sword?" Ha Xue said with a puzzled expression.

Qingyang suddenly smiled with relief, his heart was also clear, and he said softly: "I'm in... Throw a sword from the book!"

"I want to be a useless scholar!"

A gust of wind blew away, blowing away the long hair that covered Qingyang's eyes, and also blew away the wisps of complex emotions in Qingyang's heart.

"Come... Ha Xue. Let me tell you the story of an ancient poet named Xin Qiji, who threw his pen into Rong!"

"Yay... Okay!" Ha Xue jumped up, and the flowers bloomed.

As the sunset fell, migratory birds flew by, smiling happily with Qingyang.

(P: Do you like the text of tea and light rice?, we need to take a break.) I don't want to write purely fast food articles, but I still want to have some feelings and humanity. ）