"Brother Qingyang, what poetry will you teach me today?" Ha Xue hugged Qingyang from behind and said affectionately.

Qingyang also smiled softly when he heard this, and immediately stroked Haxue's shoulder-length hair dotingly, which exuded a fragrant smell, which was the smell of the blue leaves by the village river.

"You girl, I won't teach you poetry today. Poetry is something that should be tasted slowly, not just useful by memorization, and recitation, let alone to show off to other friends in the village. The cloth band on Qingyang's eyes was still there, but because of habit, he still scraped Ha Xue's white nose and said thoughtfully.

"Oh" Ha Xue's mouth pursed slightly, it was cute, if Qingyang could see Ha Xue like this, presumably the softest place in his heart would also be touched.

This is the tenth day that Qingyang has come to the hunter village, the snow outside has stopped, the sun is warm, the earth is full of spring flowers, and the scenery outside is completely new.

It's just that these are all told to him by Ha Xue, although the injuries on his eyes have been healed, but the cloth belt can't be removed yet.

At this time, a majestic figure came in from outside the door, and when he saw that Ha Xue was pestering Qingyang again, he immediately feigned anger and said: "Ha Xue! Why are you pestering your brother Qingyang again? Why don't you hurry up and help your mother work?"

Immediately, Uncle Ha was a little embarrassed and followed Qingyang and said, "Qingyang, I'm sorry, this girl is very stubborn like this." ”

Qingyang smiled when he heard this, waved his hand and said, "Uncle Ha, don't say that." I think Ha Xue is my sister, how can I bother her, besides, it's good to read more books. ”

Uncle Ha touched the back of his head when he heard this, hahadaxiao.

In the past ten days, Qingyang has basically known the people in the hunter village, Uncle Ha is Qingyang's life-saving benefactor, oh no, it should be counted Ha Xue, if it weren't for Ha Xue discovering Qingyang, the latter must have frozen to death in the snow at this moment.

At that time, Qingyang's will to survive was weak, and his royal spirit and courage were violently depleted, so it was very likely that he would be buried in the heavy snow, of course, because of Haxue, Qingyang was sitting on the edge of the bed at the moment.

"By the way, Qingyang, the cloth belt on your eyes can be removed tomorrow, Dr. Mao said that since you have healed, then this thing can also be removed. Uncle Ha said with concern while cutting through a hare he had caught today with a knife.

Dr. Mao is the only doctor in the village, because of his advanced age, coupled with his excellent medical skills, specializing in the treatment of all diseases, he has won the respect of the people in the village, and this time Qingyang's eyes are what Dr. Mao sees.

"Oh, good. Qingyang has no accidents, his own situation, he is very clear, there are no surprises, and now his state of mind is indescribably calm.

In fact, people always come to the end before they realize the true meaning of life, but it is difficult to say whether it is useful or not.

At this time, a middle-aged beautiful woman walked in with a bowl of soup, and when she saw Qingyang, she immediately smiled and said softly: "Qingyang, come, drink this nourishing soup, it will be beneficial to your physical recovery." ”

"Sister Xiexie Su, you've been boiling this for me every day these days, it's so hard!" Qingyang was grateful, these days, Ha Xue's mother Su Yi's care made Qingyang feel the warmth of his mother.

Su Yi is young and beautiful, so even now that she is middle-aged, she is still beautiful, so everyone affectionately calls her Sister Su. And Uncle Ha is Sister Su's brother-in-law, since Sister Su's husband died tragically due to hunting, Uncle Ha has been taking care of them.

"Hehe, meeting you is also our fate. Needless to say, let's stay here from now on. "Sister Su said kindly, there are not many villagers in the hunter village in normal times, but it is rare that there are more Qingyang at this moment, and everyone is also very enthusiastic and willing.

Ha Xue took the soup from Sister Su's hand, brought it to Qingyang's mouth, and fed him to drink. Ha Xue finally has a brother, and he is also a brother who loves her and can teach her poetry, so she naturally has to treat him well.

Qingyang felt very happy, a happiness that had not been seen for a long time, Ha Xue's family was like a warm flame that quietly melted the frozen heart in Qingyang's heart, so that Qingyang would not become as lost and painful as before. At the same time, they never asked Qingyang about his origins and why he appeared in the snow, but just treated Qingyang as if he were his own family, and this sincerity moved Qingyang.

Now he has figured out a lot of things, and the death of Jian Lao has become inevitable, so the only thing he can do is to live. As for how to survive, the path of pursuing Liliang made him lose Jian Lao, so in the following days, he would rather live an ordinary life.

The water-like boy, the wind-like song, all the things in the past, just go, go.

The boy is not old, but he is already mad.

"I want to untie the cloth belt today, can I?" Qingyang suddenly asked.

Uncle Ha pondered for a long time when he heard this, but Zuihou still said: "Okay, I think you have been bored for a long time, and it is not a big deal to solve it today." ”

"Oh oh oh, yes, Brother Qingyang can finally see me!" Ha Xue also danced with her hands, and she also hoped that Qingyang could recover quickly, and then take him to see the scenery of the village.

Hiss lala!

As the cloth belt fell off, Qingyang could gradually feel that the dazzling light was desperately shining through, as if it was about to pierce Qingyang.

"Hmm. When a piece of cloth fell, Qingyang subconsciously raised his right hand to cover his eyes.

And when Qingyang slowly lowered his hand, a pretty and lively figure was looking at him with a smile.

Ha Xue's jet-black hair and shawl were sprinkled neatly, a pair of big watery eyes were looking at Qingyang as if smiling, and the delicate goose egg face was filled with a youthful and lively atmosphere, and even Qingyang was a little stunned.

This little girl is only eleven years old

Finding Qingyang stunned in place, Ha Xue waved her hand strangely in front of Qingyang's eyes and said, "Brother Qingyang, what's wrong with you?

And Qingyang, who came back to his senses, suddenly daxiao, smiled so happily, he said loudly: "See, Ha Xue is so good-looking!"

Ha Xue was stunned at first when she heard this, and then a flush immediately climbed onto her pink cheeks, two cute dimples slowly emerged with a sweet smile, Ha Xue said a little shyly: "How can there be Brother Qingyang's eyes are good-looking!"

Qingyang has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, coupled with those deep pupils, I am afraid that anyone who sees it will praise it, Qingyang is born with a clean taste.

"Yes, Qingyang, I didn't expect your eyes to be so bright and beautiful!" Uncle Ha also walked over at this time and said in a refreshing voice.

Qingyang glanced at Uncle Ha and nodded slightly, sure enough, it was not much different from what he imagined, with a thick body, full muscles, and a rugged face full of a sense of justice.

And Sister Su is really carved out of the same mold as Ha Xue, but the former has more mature beauty, a great virtuous beauty.

Qingyang suddenly stood up, came to Uncle Ha and Sister Su, solemnly hugged his fists, and said sincerely: "Xiexie Uncle Ha and Sister Su, as well as Ha Xue's life-saving grace, Qingyang doesn't know how to repay you." ”

Hearing this, Uncle Ha was so heroic that he said loudly, "You stinky boy, you still come to this set of literary crepe, you listen to me, you kid, I like it." You don't need to thank you, just stay and live with us. Of course, if you have other things to do or don't want to, then we won't force you to stay. ”

Sister Su also smiled calmly when she heard this, and nodded her head.

"Brother Qingyang, don't go, stay with Ha Xue. Otherwise, Ha Xue will be bored to death. Ha Xue said pitifully.

Qingyang only then knew that Uncle Ha's family had sincerely accepted him, since this was the case, Qingyang didn't say anything more, just nodded vigorously, stayed, and lived a dull life.

Uncle Ha laughed heartily when he saw this, he was going to have a big drink tonight! Uncle Ha naturally could see the extraordinaryness of Qingyang, but he would not expose these things, Qingyang's going and staying was meaningless to him, and the fate was gathered and scattered, but in this way, an ordinary person can see these things so openly, which shows that Uncle Ha is open-minded.

Ha Xue's face also swelled with ecstasy again, Brother Qingyang stayed, great!

In the evening, Qingyang and Ha Xue were playing in the room, and suddenly Qingyang glanced at the dancing sword at the foot of the bed, which was dim at the moment, like a broken copper and iron.

Qingyang walked over, picked up the sword, and slowly walked out of the door under Ha Xue's puzzled gaze.

"I'm sorry, I'm dancing. Qingyang's eyes were complicated, and he muttered.

Shout!

With a wave of his arm, Qingyang's sword sword slashed a beautiful arc in the sky, and it was heavily inserted into a clearing in front of the door.

"Brother Qingyang, what are you doing, why are you throwing away that sword?" Ha Xue said with a puzzled expression.

Qingyang suddenly smiled with relief, his heart was also clear, and he said softly: "I'm throwing a sword from the book!"

"I want to be a useless scholar!"

A gust of wind blew away, blowing away the long hair that covered Qingyang's eyes, and also blew away the wisps of complex emotions in Qingyang's heart.

"Come to Haxue. Let me tell you the story of an ancient poet named Xin Qiji, who threw his pen into Rong!"

"Yay!" Ha Xue jumped up, and the flowers bloomed.

As the sunset fell, migratory birds flew by, smiling happily with Qingyang.

(The second more, bland text, bland everything.) If life can be dull, then everything will be quiet, good night, everyone. ）