The young man with inconvenient legs closed the door, and when Wang Jiang walked into the room, his first feeling was that it was dilapidated and unbearable.

Although the door was closed, there was always a little wind and snow falling in the roof and windows, adding a chill to the already warm room.

Under the bed in the house, there was a stove burning, and the flame was not loud, but it was the warmest place in the house.

The little girl first helped her brother back to the bed, and then passed the stove to her brother's feet, and her little hands skillfully rubbed the almost unconscious soles of her brother's feet.

The young man put down the cane in his hand, gently brushed the top of his sister's head with his palm, cleaned up the wind and snow on it, and comforted, "I'm fine, since there are guests coming, I will go to warm a pot of tea first, I don't care."

"Alright then!"

The little girl turned around and asked Wang Jiang to find a place to sit down and said, "I'm sorry, the house is a bit messy, son, if you don't dislike it, sit on my bed, wait a while, I'll heat up the tea." ”

The atmosphere was slightly awkward, Wang Jiang didn't say anything, but naturally moved a bench to sit down.

Wang Jiang watched the little girl lift a heavy futon, there was an object similar to a farmer's rice jar underneath, and the little girl selected a slightly intact porcelain bowl from the many slightly broken porcelain bowls, and carefully took out a bowl of water from inside.

Place on the stove and warm it finely.

The boy sitting on the bed took out a pack of oil paper from his arms, and the boy gently opened the oil paper wrapped on the surface, and gently poked a small part of the tea leaves from it with two fingers, and put it in warm water.

After doing this, the brother and sister didn't say a word.

After the little girl did all this, she took the initiative to come behind Wang Jiang and said that she wanted to take off the clothes that had not been completely sewn on Wang Jiang's body.

"Childe, you take off this dress, I'll wash it for you, although it's snowing outside now, but it will dry quickly when you put it on the stove."

But Wang Jiang didn't blame her for putting pollen on her clothes, nor did she ask her to brave the snow to wash her clothes.

He could see that the little girl's family did not have much water available, and if they wanted to wash their clothes, they had to go outside to the river or stream to wash them.

But the weather now, the water in it is bitterly cold, and if it weren't for the monks washing clothes in such water temperatures, their hands would definitely be frozen.

Doesn't this little girl know?

"I really don't need to, it's good to have a pot of hot tea on this snowy day."

Wang Jiang didn't want to let this well-behaved and sensible little girl run outside to wash his clothes because of a little pollen, so that he would have a sense of guilt in his heart.

The little girl said forcefully, "Then how can it be done, son, don't worry, I will increase the firewood later, and it will be dried in a while." ”

At this point, the little girl thought that Wang Jiang was afraid that his clothes would not be able to dry quickly after being washed, so he was reluctant to wash his clothes, and he didn't feel that washing clothes in the river water in such weather would hurt his hands.

Or maybe the little girl really doesn't care what happens to herself, she just doesn't want to owe others, and feels that if she does something wrong, she must correct it seriously, so that her heart can get by.

"Little girl, you misunderstood, I didn't mean that, it's so cold outside that I got frostbite on my hands in order to wash my clothes, and the gains outweigh the losses." Wang Jiang tried his best to explain.

But the little girl stubbornly wanted to take off the pollen-stained clothes on Wang Jiang's body, and she must wash them.

At this time, the young man sitting on the bed suddenly said, "This son, you just let the sister go, otherwise she will probably talk about this every day in the future, she just can't tolerate a little sand in her eyes." ”

Only then did Wang Jiang let go of the hand that grabbed the collar.

Since everyone has said so, I can only obey her wishes, after all, it is a good intention, and I am not good at refusing strongly. First\./Hair\./More\./New'.. Hand. Machine. edition

After taking the clothes, taking a wooden bucket and beating the board of the clothes, the little girl pushed open the door of the room, the wind and snow blew on her dry face, her lips were slightly white, and she turned her head and smiled and said to Wang Jiang and the brother who was sitting on the bed, "You wait for me for a while, and I will come back immediately." ”

After saying that, the little girl closed the door and carried the wooden bucket, took her clothes and walked through the snow, and finally disappeared into the snowstorm.

Under Wang Jiang's perception, the little girl walked out. (More exciting on the next page!) )

In a few steps, the heavy snow on the ground soaked her thin cloth shoes.

It's like stepping barefoot in the snow, and every step hurts.

Even if Wang Jiang had never experienced such devastation when he was a child, some were just disgusted and discriminatory eyes from others, although there was physical devastation, but it did not look so sad.

At this time, the young man sitting on the bed suddenly said, "Where is Childe from, I'm really sorry that this New Year's housesister soiled your clothes, I'm afraid I'll delay you going home for the New Year, I'm really sorry!" ”

One sentence, two apologies, which made a monk like Wang Jiang feel that the life of the brother and sister on weekdays must be unsatisfactory, otherwise they would not be so cautious in their words.

"Don't delay, you don't have to take a bite of a son, my name is Wang Jiang!"

The young man hugged his fists, "Wang Gongzi, my name is Chengcai, and my sister's name is Chengya." ”

The young man also wanted to ask Wang Jiang where he was from, but seeing that he didn't answer and deliberately avoided it, he didn't ask more.

The two sat very awkwardly for a while, the young man may have seen that the firewood was reduced, and he wanted to add a little more to pick up the crutches and was about to go to the ground, but what he didn't expect was that this time his leg disease was more serious, and he fell to the ground in pain as soon as he touched the ground.

Maybe as the only man in the family, he wanted to have an extremely sensible sister, but he couldn't bear it and didn't call out.

Wang Jiang couldn't stand it anymore, walked straight over, carefully helped Chengcai back to the bed with his hands, and added a little firewood from the side to go in.

This time, Wang Jiang did not return to his bench, but sat on the same bed with Chengcai.

Chengcai was very embarrassed and said to Wang Jiang, "Thank you, blame me for this leg, if it weren't for this leg, my sister wouldn't have suffered so much since she was a child, it's really useless to blame you." ”

A trace of crying appeared on Chengcai's face as he spoke, but he endured it and beat his wasted legs with his hands.

Wang Jiang deliberately avoided looking at Chengcai, looked at the tea on the stove, and said lightly, "The tea is ready." ”

The world is suffering, life is even more suffering, if you show compassion, you will feel that you are too hypocritical, if you really pity this brother and sister, he should do something, instead of self-sentimentality, self-compassion.

can help them, but Wang Jiang can't help himself, can he save himself from the countless sufferings in the world?

With this time, the next time he sees something like this, he will help again, he is not a saint, he can't save it, let alone save it.

Some things are either not done at all, or they are done all the way to the end, but Wang Jiang chose not to do it.

Those who stand on the sidelines, who show compassion and sympathy for those who are suffering, who borrow the mentality of saints to sympathize with those who are suffering, but they never see these people really helping those who are suffering, and they keep shouting: Why don't you help these people who are suffering, and have no compassion at all? The conscience of you people has been eaten by dogs. No \./Wrong \./More\./New '.w'.a'.p'.'.'.c'.o'.m

And so on.

Wang Jiang poured out a cup of slightly cloudy tea, first handed a cup to Chengcai, and then brought a cup himself.

Raise your glass to Chengcai and smile: "Happy New Year!" ”

The taste of the tea was not very good, but Wang Jiang still drank it all, this was the first time he had celebrated the New Year in the world after his practice, although the surrounding environment and the contents of the cup were not very good, but it was enough for him.

Chengcai, who was about to cry, laughed again at the moment, although it was not wine, it could also eliminate the sorrow of the moment.

After Chengcai drank it all, he sighed, wondering if he would be able to see such a heavy snow day again this year.

Wang Jiang looked around the house, all the living utensils were for two people, and he was supposed to be surrounded by his parents at a happy age, but he didn't see the smile on his face that should have belonged to them.

Regarding such a stupid topic as whether the parents of the talented brothers and sisters are alive, Wang Jiang knows it well, but he also exhales a long breath while learning to become a talent.

Both of them have different sorrows, but fortunately neither of them has anyone to talk to, maybe all this can only be said to the silent God.

"Happy New Year, Prince Wang!" ”

Looking at the wind and snow that kept whistling outside the window, Wang Jiang put it down and left. (More exciting on the next page!) )

The teacup with residual warmth, suddenly looked into the distance.

Although he was in the house at this time, in Wang Jiang's eyes, he crossed the cover of the house and saw the scene of hundreds of zhang outside. \./手\./machine\./version\./none\./error\./first\./发~~:筆瞇樓

The little girl Cheng Ya was soaking her feet in the cold river water, her little hand dragging her clothes, and the other hand was beating hard with the board.

The turbulent river and the cold and biting temperature made Cheng Ya's already pale face more and more pale.

The cold wind blew, and her petite body looked so thin in the cold wind whistling by, like a grass without roots.

The hemp rope is short and small, and the bad luck is looking for the miserable.

At this time, a group of richly dressed teenagers came to the river to play, and when they saw Cheng Ya standing alone in the river washing clothes, they suddenly had evil thoughts.

One of the bloated boys picked up a stone at his feet and threw it at Chengya.

Fortunately, the stone did not hit Cheng Ya's body, but the splash of the river that fell into the side wet her chapped face that was blown by the cold wind.

Feeling a tingling pain, Cheng Ya turned around and saw that several boys were looking at herself, shy and afraid, and more inferior.

Cheng Ya, who didn't know the situation yet, barely squeezed out a smile: "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

The stone didn't hit Cheng Ya's body, and several other boys were laughing at the bloated boy, and even betting on who would hit Cheng Ya first, and all of them began to look for stones on the ground to take advantage of.

Seeing that the boys on the shore ignored him, Cheng Ya didn't care, turned his head and prepared to call it a day after washing.

But as soon as Cheng Ya turned her head, a pain soon came from the back of her head, followed by several consecutive pains from all over her body.

Cheng Yagang wanted to turn around and see what was going on.

Suddenly, it was dark, and a stone the size of an egg came to me.

Maybe it was because she was afraid that she would get sick and catch a cold if she fell into the water, and she thought that there was an older brother with a leg disease at home, and if she was sick at this time, there would be no one to take care of her brother.

barely stabilized the body that almost fell into the river, and a little blood oozed from his forehead, and the blood on his forehead was particularly eye-catching in this snowy world.

Several young boys were scared when they saw the little girl Chengya being smashed out of blood by them.

Each pushed each other a few times, and then ran away in a hurry.