Li Tianhua held the falling spring flying stone and observed it for a long time.

Sima Qin cleared his throat and said kindly: "Tianhua, don't call me too shou in the future, it sounds weird."

"Well, I'm a few years older than your father, and you can call me Uncle Qin in the future, which is more cordial.

In the future, you will treat my Sima Mansion as your own home, no one dares to bully you, as long as you don't do too much, you can play as you like here. ”

Li Tianhua glanced at Sima Qin and said seriously: "Then thank Sima Taishou." ”

Sima Qin couldn't cry or laugh: "It's all said, it's called Uncle Qin." ”

The young man smiled and said, "Okay, Uncle Qin. ”

Looking at the young man's careful observation of the stone lines, Sima Qin couldn't help but sigh in his heart: He really deserves to be that person's son!

Not far away, a gentle and generous woman dressed in green clothes was quietly watching them.

The woman's thin lips showed a sickly pale, and her beautiful face was full of exhaustion.

A maid was supporting her, feeling her tiredness, and said urgently: "Miss, let's go back first, this winter, you must pay attention to your body." ”

The woman smiled helplessly: "Are I still afraid of catching a cold in my body?" Whether I can survive this winter is still to be seen. Probably I can't get by... Well, listen to you, go back to the house first, and stay up until what time is it. ”

When the maid heard this, she was so annoyed that she hammered her thigh, and tears burst out of her eyes: "It's all the slave's fault, it's the slave maid who is not good, and she didn't take good care of the young lady, so that the young lady was sick."

If there is a cure for the disease, the slave is willing to exchange her life for it. Miss is such a good person, it shouldn't be like this. ”

The woman in Tsing Yi helped the maid wipe away her tears, and said with a wry smile: "Okay, how many times have you said this, don't exchange your life for your life every day, you are not allowed to say it again."

There is no way to exchange lives for lives in this world, and even if there is, I will not let you use it.

Life is impermanent, this is my own life, and there is no reason for others to die for me.

My life is my life, isn't your life your life? They were all raised by my father and mother, so why is my life more precious than yours?

There is no such thing as a cheap life in this world, and there is no reason why anyone's life is cheap.

You have worked so hard for me, taking care of me day and night, even if I can't survive in the end, you little girls have to live well, live for me. After speaking, the woman in Tsing Yi choked up a little.

The maid held the hand of the woman in Tsing Yi distressedly. There was a chill in the palm of her hand, and the maid cried even more sadly.

The woman in Tsing Yi hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, Ying'er won't cry, let's go back to the house." ”

Only then did the maid named Ying'er stop her tears, and wept and helped the woman back to the house.

In the cold winter of slaughter, this green coat looks incomparably small and fragile between heaven and earth.

Li Tianhua was carefully observing and feeling the lines on the flying stones of the falling spring. He was already engrossed in the aura around him, and he could naturally feel the existence of the woman in Tsing Yi and the maid not far away.

The young man vaguely felt that the aura of the woman in Tsing Yi was extremely weak, and he couldn't help but ask Sima Qin, "That young lady is..."

Sima Qin had already felt the two familiar breaths, and a touch of sadness suddenly appeared on his face.

Sima Qin said in a deep voice: "That woman in Tsing Yi is my daughter, named Sima Wenxin. ”

Li Tianhua asked, "Why is Miss Sima's breath so weak?" ”

Sima Qin looked at the young man with a little surprise, and said sadly: "Wen Xin, this girl is only eighteen years old this year, which is the age of starting a family. This girl is a warm-hearted child who often helps those displaced people, and has a great impact on Xihe Prefecture.

It's just that two years ago, during the Qingming Festival, I took her to the suburbs of Tianshu Mountain to go on a trip, and this girl didn't know what happened, and she was bedridden after she came back.

At first, I thought it was just a minor illness, so I didn't take it seriously. Later, she didn't get out of bed for a whole month. When I went to see her again, she was completely blank.

There are a lot of official documents in the state capital, and I can't get out of the way, so I have to let the housekeeper take care of her. It's just that by the time I was done, her illness got even worse. ”

Sima Qin's voice became hoarse and slightly choked: "I have found famous doctors in the city, but none of them can treat Wen Xin's illness.

I asked a doctor what kind of disease Wen Xin was suffering from. He said that he didn't know, only that Wen Xin was cold all over his body and his breath was weak.

Later, I asked several doctors one after another, and their answers were all the same.

This winter, her condition has worsened, her health has deteriorated, and now it is even more difficult to get out of bed and walk. ”

When Sima Qin said this, sadness came from it, and he couldn't help but leave tears, and sighed: "I'm old, just such a daughter." What will I do if she's gone!

Wen Xin's mother died when Wen Xin was eight years old. Since then, she seems to have changed as a person, becoming quiet and deep.

She treats people gently, she can think about others at a young age, and people in the whole state and city will like her from the bottom of their hearts when they see her.

Wen Xin helped me review official documents and solve official duties, and even a lot of my prestige was brought by her. It can be said that without her, I would not be where I am today.

I tried everything I could not cure Wen Xin's illness. Seeing her breath getting worse and worse, I couldn't bear to watch her leave.

Not to mention the maid beside her, even any poor people in the state city are willing to die for her.

In countless long nights, I also thought that if it was me, not Wen Xin, who was sick, maybe I wouldn't be so miserable. White-haired people send black-haired people, which is what all parents in the world do not want to see. ”

Seeing Sima Qin's silent crying, Li Tianhua couldn't help but feel a little sentimental.

Li Tianhua silently wrote down the symptoms of Sima Wenxin's strange illness and began to think about ways to cure the disease.

On the way back to the other hospital arranged for him by Sima Qin, the young man has been thinking about how to cure Sima Wenxin's illness.

But no matter what he thought, Li Tianhua had no clue. He found that his knowledge was far from enough. Sima Wenxin's illness alone has already made him anxious.

The boy was a little distraught. At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from behind him.

The boy looked back and found nothing. Suddenly, he only felt his feet slip, and the whole person fell on his back.

The boy fainted. And the falling spring flying stone was thrown into the air, and finally landed firmly at the center of Li Tianhua's eyebrows.