Anwar would notice the father and daughter duo because she found something odd in some of the details.

The luthier's clothes were very old, and there were no signs of frequent washing, but they were unusually clean, and what was even more strange was that there was a slight snow inside and outside Gaoyang Town, and the streets were muddy and difficult to walk, but there was not a single mud spot on his cloth shoes, which looked like new.

There is also the beautiful little girl, without the timidity or self-pity of ordinary little girls, just sitting quietly in the corner of the room, raising her head slightly, with a slightly wooden look, because the indifference between her eyebrows and eyes can also be understood as disdain for everything around her, in short, there is a sense of alienation from the world.

This is not an ordinary singing father and daughter, at least not a common singing father and daughter.

As soon as Anwar thought of this, a crisp and moving piano sound sounded from the middle-aged scholar's fingers, and then it was not broken, like flowing water.

Then came the little girl's singing, the little girl's voice was very good, but the pronunciation was somewhat peculiar, and the tip of the tongue would be slightly curled up at the end, as if to swallow back a part of the syllable, but it did not make people feel vague, nor did it make people feel bored and bored to listen to, but like a peerless beauty behind a half-rolled beaded curtain.

Anwar has lived in Kyoto for a long time, and has heard many famous songs, but he has never heard such songs, and he unexpectedly immersed himself in it, forgetting the strange feeling in his heart for a while.

After a song, the second floor of the inn was quiet for a long time before applause and admiration rang out. The applause and admiration were not particularly enthusiastic, not because everyone felt that the father and daughter sang badly, but because everyone, like Anwar, felt that the afterglow was unforgettable and couldn't bear to interrupt with applause.

The father and daughter did not get up to return the salute, nor did they express their gratitude, nor did they even make a move to collect the money, and sat quietly in the corner of the house.

The father adjusted the strings, but the little girl remained expressionless.

Anwar instructed the maid to bring the little girl over and asked her a few words.

The little girl ignored it, still looking out the window, her eyes a little out of focus, and she didn't know where to look.

Anwar was a little depressed, but she had a gentle temperament, and she didn't think she was angry, so she called Xiao Er who came to the inn and asked a few words, only to know that the father and daughter who sang were in Gaoyang Town yesterday. The father was mute, and the daughter had some problems, as if she had some strange disease.

Anwar got up and walked to the corner of the room, smiled at the mute luthier, and then crouched down in front of the little girl and reached out to take her hand.

She is a teacher of the thirteenth division of Qingyun, and her holy light technique and medical skills are extremely proficient, just a simple hand-holding, and her fingers have already completed the pulse. Feeling the pulse from her fingertips, she frowned slightly, and found that the little girl's body was indeed problematic, and it was very complicated, and it was very likely that it had caused great damage to Zhihai.

She looked up at the little girl.

The little girl was still looking out the window.

Anwar's gaze fell on the little girl's side face.

The little girl couldn't find any problems except for the slightly wide eyes, and she was born very good-looking, and it could even be said to be very beautiful.

- It's a pity that such a beautiful little person is a little stupid.

Anwar felt a lot of sympathy for this little girl, took a purse from his sleeve, and prepared to secretly stuff it to the other party.

There was some broken silver in that purse.

At this moment, the little girl withdrew her gaze from the window and looked at Anwar.

At this time, several breaths had passed since her hand was held by Anwar, and the little girl's reaction seemed to be a little sluggish.

But Anwar would never think that way again, or rather, dare not think so.

Because she saw the little girl's eyes.

From such a close distance, she finally understood that the little girl's eyes were not dull, but calm.

Her aura is not alienation, but arrogance deeply rooted in her bones.

Except for the snow, no other person or thing in the world can disturb her heart lake and make her no longer calm.

Seeing the little girl's eyes, Anwar suddenly felt that all the snow outside the window poured in, penetrated the clothes and flesh, and fell directly on his own sea of knowledge.

It's as if a small grass sees an endless snowstorm, as if an ant sees a giant.

Her body became so cold and stiff that she couldn't even move a finger.

She even felt that the next moment her sea of knowledge would be frozen into ice, and then die quietly and silently.

It was then that the little girl saw the purse in her hand.

The little girl nodded very slowly, and the movements were so subtle that she couldn't notice them at all if she didn't look closely.

Then, she turned her head to look out the window again.

The violent wind and snow stopped, the giant's indifferent overlook disappeared, and Anwar finally felt the warmth of the real world.

Her body was no longer stiff and could move, and she didn't dare to stop any longer, and walked downstairs with the maid.

When she came downstairs, she found that her clothes were all wet with sweat.

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Anwar didn't tell anyone about it, including the general who led the team and the steward of the Holy Doctor's Hall, whose surname was Yang. Because she has a strong sense that she almost died because she discovered a secret, and now that she can survive, she should keep this matter as a secret.

That's what the little girl asked of her wordlessly.

Because of fear, when she returned to the backyard and heard the general say that it was better to leave immediately, she had no opinion, only a few questions.

"Have you confirmed the exact location?"

"The military government has already sent someone to check the whereabouts of the medicinal materials for two days in advance, so there should be no mistake. ”

There is a pharmacy in the town of Gaoyang, and according to the scouts, many medicinal herbs will be transported to this pharmacy, and then in the middle of the night, they will be transported outside the city, and they will be missing. Obviously, the owner of Cinnabar Dan chose Gaoyang Town because it is now convenient and can get any medicine he wants.

In the afternoon of the same day, the general, Anwar, Mr. Yang and dozens of sergeants, with their maids and young soldiers on stretchers, embarked on the road to seek medical treatment.

Leaving Gaoyang Town, deviating from the official road and the military road, heading further north to the depths of the cold mountains, the road is covered with snow and is no longer muddy, and it is also difficult to walk.

The deeper you go into the mountains, the more quiet and beautiful it is, and between the cold pines, there is a light smoke of hot springs.

If it weren't for the war, or it would have been turned into a scenic spot long ago.

The red and warmth of the twilight disappeared, and the night fell, and with the help of the starlight, the team struggled forward, and finally arrived at their destination.

There is a small courtyard in the depths of the cold mountain, surrounded by living water next to the courtyard, and the smoke is steaming, which should be the hot spring drainage.

Because of the geothermal heat, even though it is a cold winter, the courtyard is still full of life, and the distance from the hot spring water naturally forms the state of the four seasons.

There is a green bamboo forest on the courtyard wall, with blooming flowers in front of the courtyard and deciduous trees in front of the half-arched window.

Of course, the vast majority of places are still freezing, such as the small lake with snow everywhere.

There is a pavilion in the snow lake, surrounded by a gauze curtain, and there are two figures faintly inside.

The wind suddenly lifted the corner of the curtain.

There is a fire in the pavilion, and several plums.

A man and a little girl sat across the fire.

The girl looked childish, dressed in black, and was cold.

The man was not very old, and his eyes were clean.

Neither snow nor plum is as good.

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(Last year's Chinese New Year's Eve is also being updated, just for fun, and then avoid the embarrassment brought by TV, last year's Chinese New Year's Eve chapter was very good, it was Chen Changsheng who shouted in the spring of Xunyang City that Su Li was here, this year's chapter is also interesting, writing about the two most terrible little girls in the Chosen Heavens, and the male protagonist finally appeared again...... I don't want to use the chapter name to pretend to be a family wine, because this chapter doesn't mention it, but it's actually a good chapter name, and then, I seriously wish everyone a happy new year, the whole family is healthy, I will take annual leave from tomorrow, ten days as in previous years, I love you. PS: The name of this chapter is actually not particularly suitable.,It's just that I haven't written that for ten years.,A little nostalgic.,I'll really write that again.,It's not a continuation or a rewrite.。 ）