Ning Jian didn't know when the Spirit Pattern Master left, and he didn't care about the banquet in the mansion afterwards to celebrate the eldest young master's successful awakening of the Spirit Pattern.

He hadn't eaten for two days, and everyone in the house, from the housekeeper to the grandmother who was washing vegetables, knew what happened to Ning Jian, so naturally no one bothered him.

On the orphanage's side, Dong Soon was entrusted to help bring food over every day.

Ning Jian was alone, looking at the sixty-year contract of selling himself in his hand, and was silent alone.

After all, he was defeated, and the bloodline in his body was not enough to stimulate the awakening of the spirit pattern. Don't blame others, don't blame yourself, it's just fate.

A thirteen-year-old boy who is facing a life that has completely lost his freedom in the future, does not know what to do.

There was a knock on the door, and it was Dongshun who had returned.

When he saw Ning Jian like this in the past few days, he was also at a loss. With his understanding of Ning Jian, any persuasion and forgiveness at this time was in vain, and he could only hope that he would come out on his own.

"The children in the orphanage are very good, and they accompany these little ghosts for a long time, but I am tired. ”

"I really admire you for being able to stand the exuberant energy of these little guys. ”

"I went several times, and the girl didn't say a word. If you hadn't mentioned it before, I would have thought she was mute. ”

Seeing that Ning Jian was still unmoved, Dongshun had no choice but to put away the food on the table.

Dong Shun casually threw over a gadget, and Ning Jian took it in his hand, which was a small flower made of dog tail straw.

"The girl named Xiaohua in the orphanage asked me to give it to you, and asked you where you have been in the past few days and when you will go again. ”

Looking at the nondescript dog tail flower in his hand, and then thinking of the innocent smiles of those children, Ning Jian had mixed feelings in his heart.

"It's been a cold winter this year, so I'm going to have to pack some clothes for the little ones. ”

The girl's words of encouragement are still faintly in my ears.

Dong Soon is worried about Ning Jian's current state, what if the housekeeper comes to make things difficult.

only to find that Ning Jian suddenly stood up.

"Yes, even though I already do, I promised the little ones that I would grow up with them. ”

"I promised her to buy clothes for the children. ”

The two sentences that suddenly appeared, Dong Shun was puzzled when he heard it, but Ning Jian's heart was already clear.

Even if you can't get rid of Ning Mansion again, even if you can only be a martial artist in this life, even if your life is already doomed..........

But children still have a future, and there is hope for their future.

I'm going to hold on, for the sake of the kids, for her.

Clutching the dog tail flower in his hand tightly, Ning Jian secretly made an oath.

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Life goes on.

Ning Jian has become a lifelong servant of the Ning Mansion, and he has to spend his whole life in this small gatehouse.

To everyone's surprise, the teenager was not depressed.

As before, I worked hard every day and found time to do boxing and exercise there. In the face of the frequent difficulties of the lady's housekeeper, he also endured it silently.

In the evening, I took food to visit the children in the orphanage and played with them.

Dongshun took out his savings and lent them to Ning Jian, and finally put on new cotton clothes for the children before the winter.

She also knew about Ning Jian.

No words of comfort were spoken, and the two of them remained the same.

That's good.

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A month has passed in a blink of an eye, and the New Year is approaching.

Dongshun took leave to go home to visit relatives, leaving Ning Jian alone to guard the gatehouse.

He knew that Dong Soon understood that he had no monthly money to pay. Dongshun left, Ning Jian was on duty for him, and he could earn some income.

In the small gatehouse, the charcoal stove is bubbling with flames, which contrasts sharply with the snow outside the house.

Buckwheat tea was boiling in the kettle, and the aroma of tea filled the surroundings.

"Knock Knock"

Ning Jian put down the teacup, thinking to himself who came to the door in this counting-nine cold winter, and opened the side door.

In the snowstorm, a woman with a boy of eight or nine years old was shivering.

"Little brother, can you give a bowl of hot water to drink. ”

Ning Jian could see at a glance that the mother and son had not eaten for a few days, their faces were yellow and thin, and the little boy was hiding behind his mother, bowing his head and rubbing his hands.

Looking at the footprints in the snow that stretched all the way, I should have asked several families before.

"It's windy outside, come in. ”

"No, no, we just want a bowl of hot water. ”

Although the woman is down, she must be from everyone's background.

"It's okay, the old men and ladies in the house have gone out to visit relatives, come in. ”

Under Ning Jian's repeated invitations, the mother and son finally came in.

The little boy felt the warmth in the porter, and the snow in his hair was dripping.

Ning Jian moved the charcoal stove to their side and brewed two cups of hot buckwheat tea.

The woman took the tea bowl, didn't care about herself, and first blew and fed it to the little boy.

"There's still it in the pot, just pour it yourself after drinking. After Ning Jian finished speaking, he closed the door and went to the backyard.

The little boy looked at everything in the porter, and his numb hands and feet gradually regained consciousness, and the woman took the teacup and drank it herself.

After a while, Ning Jian came back, dragging a food plate in his hand.

"It's unfortunate that you came, there is only some lotus seed porridge left in the back kitchen, and I have taken some pickles. ”

The woman knew that Ning Jian was kind-hearted, so she no longer shirked, and took it with thanks.

As before, the woman was still feeding the little boy porridge first, and tears were already rolling in the corners of her eyes.

Ning Jian brought another basin of hot water, "If it's convenient, soak your feet, and I'll take your shoes to bake for you." ”

When you walk in the snow, your shoes are already soaked.

The three of them were busy in the porter.

With the help of a warm fire and a warm stomach of lotus seed porridge, the mother and son finally regained their vitality.

Ning Jian looked at the two of them at this time, the little boy was childish but his eyebrows were delicate, and his well-behaved and sensible appearance was completely different from the group of little guys in the orphanage. Although the mother did not wear makeup, there was a dignified atmosphere between her eyebrows, and her ragged clothes could not be concealed.

Ning Jian didn't go to ask the woman about the reason, the world is so big, there are no poor people.

After some time, the mother and son had already finished drinking porridge and tea, and when they saw that the wind and snow outside had stopped, they put on dried shoes and prepared to leave.

Ning Jian took out thirty spirit coins from the wardrobe and looked at the remaining twenty or so. After thinking about it, I took it all.

"It's not a lot of money, you can take it. Go out and go east, there is a mountain temple less than ten miles, although it is dilapidated, but it can also shelter the wind and snow. ”

Ning Jian himself is also under the fence, unable to accommodate the mother and son, and the other party also knows it.

The woman tearfully accepted the coins and bowed to the little boy in thanks, with a slight cry in her voice.

Ning Jian saw the little boy staring at him blankly, thinking that the child couldn't figure it out.

The two who were far away gradually disappeared into the wind and snow, and Ning Jian didn't know that the little boy had already remembered his appearance deeply in his mind.

Ning Jian, who returned to the gatehouse, put away the tableware and didn't wait for a rest.

"Knock Knock"

A knock on the door followed.