In the fifth year of the Taihe Dynasty of the Great Jin Dynasty, in the middle of spring in February.

In the twilight, in a secluded mountain forest in the territory of the Great Jin Kingdom, there was a lonely and thin young man, carrying a basket full of herbs, in the direction of Fufeng City, stepping on the sparse sparks all the way, walking evenly and slowly.

After a few hours, after entering the city gate, most of the road had passed, and the young man with the basket raised his right hand and gently wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, looked around, and finally with the remaining foot strength, he quickly put the basket on a bluestone step that was half the size of him, and the young man also sat on the bluestone slab, panting.

After gaining some consciousness, his body gradually settled down, and his original rapid and chaotic breathing began to slow down subconsciously, and he looked up at the smoke of the rising houses around him, and the lights of each house.

He was stunned and muttered: "Tianxingjian, a gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement." ”

The young man was dressed in tattered clothes, his surname was Ning, his name was the first year of junior high school, and his father and mother "died early".

For as long as I can remember, I have been wandering around with an old beggar with yellow teeth, begging from door to door with bowls and basins, or begging for rewards from people for red and white ceremonies, or begging for art, but I have not grabbed it, and it is not common for me to be hated and chased by wild dogs, and I can barely live by the charity of people with good hearts, and the hardships are not enough for outsiders.

Twelve springs go to autumn, twelve flowers bloom and thank, since my father and mother left, every day is muddy.

In the Spring and Autumn Period, I didn't wait for my mother to kiss my first child, but when I woke up from the dream, I waited for the old beggar to laugh at himself: It's really cheap, Lao Tzu's life is not long.

The old beggar who had been sick all his life, the young man remembered very clearly, surnamed Wu, before the dawn of the winter of the month a few years ago, was found lying paralyzed outside the gate of the palace and died.

Only a girl who is not related to the boy by blood is left, and the two depend on each other.

In fact, the boy always knew that the pale little sister was a demon.

Ning Chuyi didn't think of the famine when he was young, and the aunt next door ate eggs that she was reluctant to eat all her life, just to suppress the bitter taste of the poison.

After the death of the old beggar, Ning Chuyi did not have his cheekiness, so that he became a lonely ghost for a period of time, and later the brothers and sisters depended on each other, in order to make a living, they went to the pharmacy early to be a medicine farmer, and the silver given was not much, and it was not a big deal to be full.

When he collected medicines, he specially collected some herbs to stop bleeding, clear away heat, relieve fire and detoxify, and dispel rheumatism.

In fact, the boy didn't understand whether these medicines were useful to the little sister, but he was really afraid, so he took out a prescription from his arms, which recorded a few familiar medicinal materials that the old beggar had mentioned to him when he was drunk.

After a few breaths, the boy stood up, put the basket on his back, and finally looked up at the little spark in the sky.

Ning Chuyi's pace gradually became faster, and his eyes were brighter, the spring breeze was coming, and the bluestone slabs on his feet rustled.

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In Fufeng City, in a secluded place called Muddy Water Lane, pedestrians are rare, and there is a poor young man who is hurrying towards a dilapidated house with a medicinal herb bag and three soup dumplings, with a calm expression.

Entering the house, Ning Chuyi gently closed the door, and there was a hard bed inside, stacked with flat thatch, on which lay a thin girl with a coarse cloth clothes.

The young man looked at the sleeping girl and smiled.

The dilapidated house was the only thing left of his mother, and there was nothing but a bed and a rudimentary medicine pod, and he sighed, so he had to set up the pod a little far from the bed, and took some dry wood from outside the house and put it underneath.

Ning Chuyi squatted outside the hut, staring at the fire carefully, always paying attention to the direction of the wind, for fear that everything behind him would be burned by a fire, and all the precautions were written on the prescription, even if he boasted that he had an amazing memory, he still turned out the prescription from time to time, for fear of doing something wrong.

Boiling medicine is not an easy job in the end, in addition to being stared at all times, the unpleasant smell of Chinese medicine is not something that ordinary people can bear after all, and it is necessary to pay attention to the urgent fire and simmering, which is not a big reason, but Ning Chuyi actually enjoyed it.

The young man stared at the fire like this, and for more than an hour, a smell of Chinese medicine came to his nose, he picked up a ceramic bowl in a hurry, carefully poured the boiled Chinese medicine into the bowl, and then picked up the medicine bowl, sniffed it in front of his nose, and held back the tumbling river and sea in his stomach, and there was a smile on his face.

Coming to the little sister with the decoction, he unconsciously slowed down his movements when feeding the medicine, and when there was not a drop left in the bowl, he sat down on the ground and exhaled, got up and took some dry thatch to cover the little girl.

The girl was confused, staggered to get up, rubbed her eyes, and called softly, "Brother, I've been waiting for you for a long time, and you haven't come yet." ”

The poor young man's body was obviously stagnant, and he silently bowed his head, looked at his thin clothes, and then looked at this little sister in coarse cloth, feeling pity.

Coming back to his senses, Ning Chuyi scratched his head and asked a question that was not a problem, "Xiao Que'er, are you hungry?" ”

"Not hungry."

Ning Que said calmly, but there was a look of joy on his face, but his stomach was already hungry and empty, and he grunted very angrily.

The poor boy was stunned for a moment, his mind was a little confused, he thought about it for a long time, and he didn't know the relationship between "not hungry" and "happy", he suddenly woke up like a dream, smiled and said good, and took out a few buns from his arms without hesitation.

Ning Que nodded obediently.

Ning Chuyi rubbed the little girl's head and said softly: "You remember to stay at home and don't move, don't listen to anyone except me, and when I come back tomorrow, I will bring you a sugar gourd." ”

Ning Que's eyes were bent into crescents, and he smiled heartlessly.

The poor young man's eyes were a little moist, he pursed his lips, not letting himself make a sound, pushed open the door, and suddenly looked around, only to see the unusually lush spring flowers blooming in the distance, standing alone.

The fire under the medicine pod in the house was beating and rolling, and the sparks were restless.

The young man came to his senses, listened to the snoring in the house, was stunned, closed his eyes, and whispered: "Flowers bloom and fall every year......