In the middle of winter, when the snow is all over the mountain, a dilapidated wooden house with a white head stands silently in the heavy snow

Hugging the quilt, Ye Mingke, who was pale, leaned sideways against the window on the bed, and stretched out a thin and slender hand towards the window.

It was late autumn before I fell asleep, but when I woke up, it was already the middle of winter

This serious illness lasted for several months.

The goose-feathered snowflakes fell on his hands, soft and fragile, and the slightest bit of coolness, gradually melted.

He has only seen the description of snowflakes in the Gewu book, and he once complained with Qiaoqiao about the cold wind in the town with moisture in winter, and looked forward to the beautiful flying snow in the north together.

Now he finally saw the snow.

The snow is beautiful, but the person who longed for it together is missing.

Ye Mingke stared at the vast snowy land outside the wooden window, and his gaze gradually drifted away.

"Smack"

A small wooden stick suddenly struck directly on his hand stretched out the window.

He subconsciously retracted his right hand, which was a little painful, and his originally distant thoughts were suddenly retracted, and a small beautiful, but puffed face came out of the window.

It was a little girl wearing a white dress with two ponytails tied behind her head, standing thinly dressed in the heavy snow, and waved the small wooden stick in her hand angrily, signaling Ye Mingke not to put his hand into the cold snow again.

Ye Mingke, who was touching his right hand, looked at this grumpy little girl, smiled and grimaced at her and stuck out his tongue.

The little girl's face sank, and she looked at Ye Mingke, who was smiling hippie, and raised the small wooden stick in her hand.

Snapped.

With a "snap", the bamboo pole supporting the window was knocked down, and the window pages of the wooden window closed with a "bang", almost hitting Ye Mingke's nose and startling him.

The wooden windows were closed, the beautiful snow scene was shut out, the biting cold was kept out, and the heat from the warm fire in the stove inside the house was shut in.

The otherwise cold cabin quickly warmed up.

Ye Mingke, who was greedy for snow, sniffed, and stuffed his palm, which was a little red from the cold, into the warm quilt, feeling much warmer.

Outside the window came the sound of the girl's brisk footsteps bouncing away, and the babbling of her song.

It's a pretty little girl, but she's a little grumpy.

Ye Mingke leaned against the bed and shook his head and smiled, remembering that he actually regarded this little girl as a quiet and well-behaved Qiaoqiao when he saw her for the first time.

At that time, I was really sick and fainted.

The little girl looks about ten years old, and likes to wear white dresses like Qiaoqiao, and now it is snowing outside in the middle of winter, so she wears white dresses.

Just like her fiery temper, her physique is also very hot, wearing a thin white dress, bouncing outside on a snowy day, and there is no sign of freezing at all.

"Crunch"

There was a soft knock on the door of the wooden house, and the door opened a small crack, and the wind and snow outside the door penetrated through the crack in the open door, and the snowflakes rolled small white curls on the ground with the cold wind.

A figure with a thick coat and a thick coat turned around at the door. Beat the snow off his body and firewood before he opened the door and walked in.

"Brother Ye, are you feeling better today?"

The figure closed the door, turned around after putting down the firewood next to the door, revealing a square and calm face, it was Li Han who came back from the Misty Sea with Ye Mingke.

"I'm better, at least I haven't passed out again today, and my body is not so afraid of the cold. Ye Mingke replied with a smile.

The illness came so suddenly and violently that his body seemed to be in hibernation after a serious illness, and it took a long time to recover.

"That's good. Today I met a bamboo pole in the mountains, and he gave me some nourishing herbs, and said that he would come from the village to see you sometime. ”

"That kid, I've been feeling guilty that I supported everyone sending you out of the village when you were seriously ill. ”

Li Han turned around and said to Ye Mingke while taking off his coat that was wet with melting snow and baking it in Huolu Mountain.

"Then don't blame him, it's my own fault, and I suddenly got this inexplicable strange disease, which has caused you too much trouble. ”

Ye Mingke's pale face wrapped in the quilt smiled a little weakly, and his sincere eyes looked at Li Handao apologetically.

"I'm really grateful to Brother Li these days, for me, even you and your daughter have moved to this mountain to suffer. ”

Ye Mingke still doesn't know what happened after he fell into a coma.

He only knew roughly that after he fell unconscious, he first made people think that he might be possessed by an evil spirit chasing from the misty sea.

Later, because there are always all kinds of strange scenes around me. For example, things burned inexplicably, the ground suddenly cracked, and the hot porridge placed next to him froze into ice in just a moment of turning.

In the village, it was rumored that he was an ominous, monster, and devil in the sea of mist, and he was expelled from the village.

When he was in the village, it was Li Han, who was the head of the village, who tried his best to defend him, and after being driven out of the village, it was also Li Han, a taciturn man, who carried him on his back in the heavy snow, led his ten-year-old daughter, and trekked to a wooden house deep in the mountains, found him a place to hide, and has been taking care of him until now.

"It's okay, Brother Ye, don't say anything, I don't know how many times Brother Ye saved our lives in the sea of mist, we can't help it in the face of immortals, but as long as we can do something, we should do anything. ”

Li Han, who was tall and strong, sat sideways by the fire, and said with his head down while adding materials to the stove.

In his heart, he had always felt a little guilty about the fact that when he first met those immortals in the Misty Sea, he could only watch Ye Mingke face those white-clothed monks who spoke to take their lives. In the sea of mist, he was the leader, but he was not capable of taking on the pressure of those horrors.

Or has it been that I have not been able to overcome my fears?

However, in the end, he was able to throw stones at the white-clothed immortal who escaped, and he was finally not so cowardly all the time.

"Bang"

The door was slammed open a small crack, and a small figure wrapped in the wind and snow outside crashed into Li Han's arms at once.

"Babble"

The little girl buried her head in Li Han's broad chest and shouted crisply, the two little braids trembled and trembled, very cute.

Li Han stretched out his hand to hug the little girl, lowered his head and looked at the little face stained with snow chips generously and dotingly, and said gently.

"Aru ran outside again today?"

"Bah" The little girl raised her head, stared at Li Han with big sparkling eyes and replied, still only that simple syllable.

"It's better not to go out of the yard, especially in the woods, don't you know? Li Han nodded her little nose and said in a serious voice.

"Yikes. ”

The little girl broke free from Li Han's embrace a little unhappily, brandished the small wooden stick in her hand and slammed it into the air, looked back at Li Han and snorted again, saying that she was very powerful and did not need to be afraid.

But Li Han still shook her head seriously when she looked at her, she lowered her head unhappily, and the originally high-pitched "ah" also slipped down all of a sudden.

"And ......" The tall Li Han stood up from the fire, looked at the little girl more seriously, and said three times in a row.

"Did you copy today's article?"

"Have you read the book?"

"Did you review your homework yesterday?"

Li Han asked, and the little girl lowered her head and carefully took a step back.

"Babble"

This time, the "babbling" is very light and weak, and it is pitiful.

Li Han spent all day outside running around fighting snowflakes, and the little girl who smoked the hand of a patient who didn't know how to keep warm looked at her serious father with smart black eyes, and said timidly.

Li Han looked at the pitiful little face, although he knew that this girl was "cute" again, but his heart still softened.

"Okay. It's not an example.,It's still early today.,Now come over with me to sharpen my ink and read and write together.。。 ”

The little girl nodded, and immediately ran to hold the book obediently, and took the ink block and carefully grinded the ink in the inkstone with water.

Ye Mingke, who was lying on the bed, looked at the father and daughter who were singing and harmonizing, and grinned, this little girl was well-behaved and clever in front of her father, and the little girl when Li Han was not there just now was not like this.

In the warm wooden house on a snowy day, two figures, one large and one small, were crowded on a small bookcase, the little girl leaned on the bookcase to polish the ink, and Li Han, a man who had been sharpened by hard life, sat in front of the book, and his temperament suddenly became calm and gentle.

The room fell silent all of a sudden, and in the dim firelight, only the sound of Li Han's flipping of books and the almost inaudible sound of the little girl's grinding ink.

It's just that Li Han felt sorry that the candle flame was not lit separately, and there was only the flickering fire in the stove in the dim room, and Li Han lowered his head with some difficulty when he looked at the book.

"Open the window, and the room will be lit up with some good books. ”

Ye Mingke, who had been looking at this warm picture, took the opportunity to smile and said.

"Yikes. ”

The little girl who suddenly understood what Ye Mingke was thinking about turned around and looked at Ye Mingke with a loud bang with her mouth puffing.

But Li Han, who raised his head, stretched out a big hand and touched the little girl's head, and she flattened her mouth and quieted down.

"It's not too late, and it's not too windy outside. Ye Mingke knew that the little girl was getting angry, and said with a smile.

"It's fine to open a little. You can't keep a fire burning in the house too tight. ”

"But Brother Ye don't get too close to the window, it's cool outside. ”

Li Han looked at Ye Mingke and said gently and steadily.

The windows were reopened, and the bright sky light reflected in the snow shone through the windows, illuminating the room very brightly.

Outside the window, the snow was falling, the sky and the earth were quiet, and a mellow and gentle voice sounded loudly in the room, accompanied by a small head gently shaking its pigtails with the sound of books.

"There is no injury, it is a benevolent technique, and I see the cow but not the sheep. ”

"A gentleman is to a beast: he cannot bear to see his death when he sees his life, and he cannot bear to eat his flesh when he hears his voice. It is a gentleman who cooks far away. ”

Ye Mingke listened to this article that he had never heard before, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.