Four years after my grandmother's death.

The name was changed for the second year.

The early sun shines in the east, at the foot of Xiaobei Mountain.

Linjia Town is still as quiet as ever.

A young man in a gray cloth coat was carrying a bamboo basket taller than him, and was running fast against the morning light.

I saw him jump over a pile of medicine residue with a brisk step, remove the bamboo basket behind him, and place it lightly on the stone steps next to the medicine shop, and then turned around, facing the light of the early sun.

He doesn't like the sun.

The young man tilted his head and looked at the plaque engraved with "Pharmacy" with cold eyes.

The two gilded characters shine brightly in the morning light, and the two rattans used to hang the plaques are also verdant.

He stretched out his right hand in front of his eyes, comparing the size of the golden characters and the length of the green vine.

The boy is not big, he should be thirteen or fourteen years old.

His lips were chapped and pale, his cheeks were flushed, and his earlobes were covered with blood from frostbite and scabs.

The skin on the face is rough, and even a faint scar of broken nets can be seen.

His facial features are delicate, and the sesame-sized black tear mole hidden under the lower eyelid of his left eye makes him even more charming.

But the boy's eyes were cold. The pupils were slightly blue, as if there was a sinking ice condensing the surface of the lake, and there was no water wave.

The cold and withered eyes, the warm and handsome face, harmonious and contradictory.

It's like throwing a dry and cracked branch into a verdant new leaf.

As long as you hide it deep enough, you won't be picked up by others and used as firewood.

The boy is such a withered branch.

If the dead branch is broken at this time, a crisp sound will definitely be heard.

But will the withered branches be willing to be broken?

As the boy adjusted his breathing, a few more men came running from behind.

The appearance of the leader is particularly prominent, obviously childish, but he was born very handsome.

With a high nose and wide eyes, eyebrows like blades, and beautiful light and shadow in the eyes, under the illumination of the early sun, it is even more luxurious.

The most eye-catching thing is not the leading boy's sharp appearance, but his hairstyle.

It's a shiny big bald head, round and full, and it can even reflect the morning light.

The handsome bald guy didn't seem to feel the chill that the boy exuded from thousands of miles away, so he stepped forward and laughed and said, "Hey, I said Xiaoyuan came early enough!" Let your kid get the first step again! ”

The boy who ran and waited before was Lin Xiaoyuan, who changed the name 'Lin Ideal' in the ancestral hall two years ago.

Lin Xiaoyuan saw that the person who came was bald, and the chill in his eyes melted.

He smiled for the first time of the day in the harsh morning light reflected from his bald head.

"I'll find a way for the boss." Lin Xiaoyuan walked back into the morning light.

The bald boy raised his eyebrows, admiring in his heart, worthy of being my little brother, under his careful teaching, the sycophants are getting better and better.

After a long time, the shopkeeper of the pharmacy opened the door, raised his hand and gave a chestnut to the bald boy who was trying to tiptoe into the door, and then happily assigned the medicinal materials and various miscellaneous tasks to be collected today to these young people who had been waiting for a long time.

The bald boy covered the big bag on his head, and when he wanted to press it, he shivered in pain.

Just looking at the facial features of the shopkeeper Lin, it can be regarded as upright and heroic, and his eyes and nose are somewhat similar to those of the bald boy.

may be that life is too comfortable, he has just been in his prime and has not been able to escape the general's belly, and has become a simple and mellow pharmacy shopkeeper.

"Xiaoyuan is here so early again, fart bigger children, sleep enough to grow better."

Trying to open his eyes, Shopkeeper Lin, who was holding back his sleepiness, patted Lin Xiaoyuan's shoulder and said with a smile.

Lin Xiaoyuan thought for a moment, and then said: "It's not important, picking and selling medicine for Uncle Lin is my top priority, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't know where to drink the northwest wind." ”

Shopkeeper Lin raised his eyebrows, looked at Lin Xiaoyuan, then looked at the bald boy, and then looked at Lin Xiaoyuan.

After a moment of wandering, he didn't say anything, just turned around silently and rewarded the bald boy with a chestnut again.

This bald boy is naturally the son of the shopkeeper Lin, surnamed Lin Honeysuckle, and he is also a naughty boy who used to wear pigtails.

"Daddy! What are you doing! Lin Rongdong couldn't bear it anymore and roared angrily: "What's wrong with me? I come to help you collect medicine every day, why don't you appreciate it! ”

The bald boy Lin Honeysuckle glared at the shopkeeper Lin, trying in vain to find a little face in front of his younger brothers.

The two teenagers standing next to Lin Xiaoyuan were named Lin Beiguang and Lin Tao.

After his grandmother's death, Lin Xiaoyuan made two more friends.

The round-faced fleshy one is Lin Beiguang, who should be the youngest among several people, and his eyes are wandering, revealing a sense of cleverness.

Lin Tao is not very old, but he is a young man and an old man, and his temperament is very calm.

Lin Tao and Lin Beiguang were both grinning, and Lin Xiaoyuan also watched it with relish.

The betrayal of the younger brothers made Lin Rongdong so angry that he stomped his feet. If it weren't for Shopkeeper Lin's presence, it is estimated that he would have suppressed the younger brothers by force to take back the majesty of the eldest brother.

"Are you going to take medicine for me? Lao Tzu is your father, and he is not saving you a wife. Don't hang around all day long, go on the side! ”

Shopkeeper Lin rolled his eyes, and he had the urge to reward his own son with a chestnut.

Suddenly, Shopkeeper Lin looked up suddenly.

The green rattan used to hang the plaque trembled imperceptibly.

Shopkeeper Lin opened his eyes to the sun, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

At this time, the morning glow is still a little dim.

The dark clouds, which briefly obscured the early sun, were slowly being pushed away by the heavenly wind.

The time has come.

At this time, the shopkeeper Lin realized that the children were looking at him suspiciously, he eased his mind and said in a deep voice: "From now on, you will not use to collect medicine for me." ”

"Huh?"

Except for Lin Rongdong, the other three teenagers were stunned for a moment, and then showed disappointed looks.

After all, they are not big families, and picking medicine is not only fun but also makes money for the family at the moment, and if this job is gone, their future life may not be as comfortable as it is now.

Especially Lin Xiaoyuan, if he is lonely and miserable, if he loses this income, he is afraid that it will be more difficult in the future.

How long can he last with the money he saved before?

Lin Xiaoyuan frowned slightly, and began to think about how to support himself in the future.

A few acres of land at home have been sold, and it is late to study, so if you go to other shops to find a job......

People don't seem to like themselves very much.

Maybe I can rely on the social skills that Honeysuckle taught me?

This is the first time since Lin Xiaoyuan's grandmother passed away that he was at a loss.

Lin Honeysuckle felt the loss of his little brothers, and immediately looked at his father with blank eyes.

Shopkeeper Lin naturally took in the expressions of the teenagers, so he had to comfort him: "What are you discouraged, I can make a dime here, the pattern is open, this town is too small, the world is so big, if you are in a safe corner, it would be a pity not to take advantage of your youth to see." ”

"So, tell me, have you seen or experienced anything unbelievable?" Shopkeeper Lin's tone was a little stunned, it was time to raise their horizons.

"Yes, kind-hearted daddy, every few years before, I will let me take a bath in the spring equinox, miscanthus seeds, the beginning of autumn, frost and other special solar terms, and occasionally put some bright things, every time I take a bath, I will grow taller the next day, and I always collapse several loud farts, those bright ones must be treasures, my father is the best in the world!"

Lin Rongdong was attentive and laid the foundation for himself to negotiate the living expenses of the younger brothers in the future.

"Bright baby?" Lin Tao, who had a wooden expression, hesitated a little, "I heard my father say that a lot of such things appeared on Xiaobei Mountain many years ago, and when they found it useless, they were all sold to pawnshops." ”

"I know that!" Lin Beiguang hurriedly stood up, "I've heard many old people in the town say that those are treasures, and they are our unique immortal fate, hehe...... I just don't know if we can bump into it! ”

Lin Xiaoyuan pursed his lips, he thought of the intermittent dreams he had had, and what he had seen and heard in the ancestral hall two years ago.

But he didn't say anything.

For freedom, Lin Xiaoyuan is far from the enthusiasm he once had.

He's been like this since his grandmother died.

He was like a stagger of water now, and even a butterfly prettier than a moth could not attract his attention.

The work of collecting medicine is like a hanging rope, allowing him to hold his head up every day and live numbly and soberly.

But now the rope that strengthened his spirit was about to break.

Will what awaits him after that be shattered?