In the sixteenth year, at the end of the year, the sky was cold.

In the coup d'état in the south, the three forces of King Sun, King Zhao, and General Li took the lead in attacking, and then many large and small forces appeared like spring bamboos after a rain, and the huge southern country was divided in an instant.

The wind was howling and the road was covered with snow. Sitting in the carriage, Fu Hua involuntarily put his face into his neck, revealing two small black eyes looking ahead.

I don't know if Fu Hua has moved several times, and each time he moved, he couldn't stay for long. It snowed heavily last night, and as soon as the snowflakes fell, Fu Hua was woken up by his parents and continued to hurry despite the night. When they arrived in the north, the cold wind was howling in winter, and it happened that the mountain road was rugged and difficult to walk, so Fu Hua's parents asked people to remove the shed of the carriage and put food to prevent the carriage from overturning.

"It's hot, it's steaming, be careful of the heat!"

At this time, a beautiful woman came over and sat down next to Fu Hua, broke the steaming roasted sweet potato in half and handed it to him, and said softly.

The buttocks moved, looking at the sweet potato in his hand, Fu Hua seemed to have encountered a great enemy in his life, and complained in a low voice: "I finally know what is under my ass!" The beautiful woman listened to her son's whispered complaints, and a look of sadness flashed in her eyes.

The beautiful woman's original name was Luo Rentear, and her husband's name was worthy of life, and the two were descendants of the two major merchants in the capital. In the seventeenth year of Shangquan, hermit families such as the Mo family and the Shujia were born one after another, which made the battle situation even more complicated. At this time, the original Fu and Luo families had to choose to take refuge outside the city, and this refuge was four years.

Luo Rentear gently put his hand on Fu Hua's head and rubbed it, looking at the snow-covered mountain road in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Feeling a pair of rough hands on his head and scratching indiscriminately, Fu Hua couldn't help but glance at his mother. The mother's hand was not as good as before, and she put it on her son's head, like a sharp sword, and cut her son into tofu pieces. ”

Hearing this, Luo Ren's tears couldn't help but aggravate the strength of the injury, causing Fu Hua to be dissatisfied for a while. "At the beginning, the son was a little sudden, but now the son understands the poem taught by the gentleman, and the poem says, 'The line in the hand of the loving mother, the shirt of the wanderer.' 'A mother's hand, a son's blessing. ”

Although Fu Hua is eleven years old, he is still showing his edge, and Mr. does not know how to praise "this son is very wise." But I don't know once to criticize Fu Hua's shortcomings, "This son is not pragmatic." Luo Ren looked at the tears on his lips, although he said words of gratitude to himself, but his face was still dissatisfied. I couldn't help but feel angry for a while, "Now I'm good, I'm a loving mother, do you mean that I was a bad mother in the past?" he said, and couldn't help but increase the strength in his hand a few points.

Fu Hua, who was destroying the enemy of sweet potatoes, suddenly felt the power on his head increase, and couldn't help but lock back the head that was originally sticking out of his neck. Turning his head, he expressed his dissatisfaction with Luo Ren's tears with the two eyes that were only exposed, and his tone was a little helpless, "I have to be angry this time, um!"

"I'm not angry, I'm just telling my thoughts, of course you can say if you have ideas. Looking at Fu Hua, who was dissatisfied with himself but didn't dare to have any opinions, Luo Ren sighed in tears, his son was still a bully, and he was in a much better mood after bullying.

Hearing this, Fu Sheng had no choice but to move his body to the side, and by the way, he gently brushed his hair with his arm, trying to get rid of the hand on his head. Feeling his son's dissatisfaction, Luo Ren cried, so he had no choice but to give up and withdraw his hand.

After nibbling on the sweet potato in his hand, Fu Sheng only felt a little sweet and thirsty, and grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth. Seeing this, Luo Renxian hurriedly stopped, "Spit it out, drink hot water, cold raw water will cause typhoid fever, there are not many medicinal materials in the team, and every medicinal material must not be wasted." ”

There is a saying: "Read 10,000 books and travel 10,000 miles." Although he has not read thousands of books, Fu Hua has been wandering everywhere for four years, and he has many roads, and his mind is naturally more mature. Knowing his mother's worries, he hurriedly spit out the snow in his mouth, "Fang Cai is just rinsing his mouth, but Erchen has never seen snow, so he did something stupid." This is really as written in the book, 'sprinkling salt can be imitated', the ancient poem said, 'plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses plum and a piece of fragrance', I think at this time it should be changed to 'salt and snow are three points white, and snow loses salt and a section of salt'. ”

"In the past, if you put your remarks in the capital, I am afraid that you would have drowned in the spittle of the readers. Tapping Fu Hua's head, Luo Ren laughed with tears, then turned over and got out of the car, and instructed; Get out of the car and walk around, I'll go to the back and fill you with some hot water, I haven't walked around all night, so I don't get frostbite. ”

Gently responding, Fu Hua also turned over and got out of the carriage, but because his body was too small and his legs were a little numb, he fell directly to the ground with his face facing the ground. Luo Rentear quickly pulled the person up, fortunately he was wearing a thick one, and it was no big deal, but the hat on his head was thrown out.

Putting his son's hat on him, Luo Renxian finally couldn't help but laugh: "Little short legs, not as tall as a carriage, not with your father at all, your father was five feet tall when he was nine years old, and you are only four feet tall now, tsk, too short son, suddenly I don't want to raise my son." ”

Accustomed to his mother's daily fun with himself, Fu Hua also wanted to put on a blank face, but the opposite was his mother, so he could only 'work hard' to put on a helpless look, anyway, every time his mother would leave in a good mood.

Sure enough, this gesture made Luo Renxian feel more comfortable, and compared one to Fu Hua, if you are not happy, I will be in a good mood, and you can't help my actions.