Zhang Jingrui is in Zuoqiu Mansion on weekdays, and he is a very sensible young master, or rather, a very sensible scholar, who stays at home and will not cause trouble.

At an age when he didn't understand the world, the Zhang family's parents died suddenly, and their sisters and brothers followed the nursing home to find a place to live.

But no matter how Zhang Jingrui cried and begged, no one cared.

Until he met the boy with the horizontal knife, the boy who was only a few years older than him. He was tyrannical, he was cold, he was fierce, but he was like the wind, like a forest, like a mountain that suddenly descended in front of their siblings.

With countless followers, he gave him a promise.

On the way north, he couldn't remember how many times, no matter how they dodged, the sword rain would always come with a head and a face.

However, that young man will always appear with a knife to dispel the bloody storm.

No matter how many people fell, the boy would always stand in the sea of corpses and blood, and behind that young man, he and his sister did not suffer a trace of pain.

Eventually, after the storm, the boy's followers sent them to the mansion.

The teenager did not fulfill his promise.

That promise, he remembered very well, was only seven words.

Zhang Jingrui never holds a grudge, he knows that the boy has tried his best, the boy still has his own way to go, he can't be a follower of the boy, he is too weak.

He gradually got used to the life of this mansion, although it was under the fence, although there were countless ridicules. The subordinates sometimes called him Zhang Gongzi, and sometimes called him Young Master Zhang, but he knew that he was no different from these subordinates.

Gradually, Zhang Jingrui also became silent.

Because he felt that the only past that he could show off to others was the two months of ups and downs, that young man, and the horizontal knife in the young man's hand.

But the boy's reputation is great and bad, and wherever he goes, the mention of that boy will attract contempt and scolding, and in this mansion too.

The boy is his hero!

It's his savior!

He doesn't allow others to scold him.

He could only learn to be silent, not to mention the past, not to mention the boy again.

Zhang Jingrui was afraid that he would lose his mind, afraid that he would be angry, and he was not qualified to lose his temper. He loses his temper and may lose his only place to live.

The promise the boy made to him was: I will give you a home.

But this is not home.

Fortunately, there is also his sister who is always gentle like water, and a playmate of the same age as him: the second son, Zuo Chuning.

When he first came to this strange mansion, he often didn't understand that the second son obviously had parents who gave birth to him and raised him, and this mansion was obviously the second son's home, but the second son lived as cautiously as he was, and he was as submissive as him.

After a long time, as he grew older, he understood that this is something that cannot be described in words.

The second son is sometimes very irritable and has a great temper, and as his scholar, Zhang Jingrui is often affected by anger. But he was never annoyed, because he saw very clearly that the second son was just very much like the owner of this mansion, very much like his father Zuoqiu Anyuan.

In Zhang Jingrui's eyes, except for his deceased father Zhang Hongwen, most of the big names in this world have the same virtue as Zuoqiu Anyuan.

But the second son is by no means the same as Zuoqiu Anyuan, the second son is a master who knows how to share, and when he is with him, most of the time he is still at ease.

The second son rarely leaves home, and when he left the house a few days ago, his face was full of sadness, he didn't know what was going on, he wanted to follow the second son, but Zuo Chuning didn't take him. He was very uneasy, he was afraid that Zuo Chuning would never return, and he was afraid of losing his only friend.

At this moment, Zhang Jingrui looked at Zuo Chuning, who was thinking about him, with the same sorrow as when he left, and he was also lame and on crutches.

He put down the poetry book in his hand, ran over and hugged Zuo Chuning, and wanted to ask.

Zuo Chuning took the lead in asking, "Do you remember Ping Huaining?"

His heart was shocked, this name was taboo in his heart, and the second son never mentioned it.

"He saved my life. ”

Zhang Jingruileng was in place.

Seeing this, Zuo Chuning mourned in his heart: It turns out that he is so important in your heart, why didn't you say it before?

"He'll come to me in a while, and if you want to see him, don't miss it. ”

"Ahh Zhang Jingrui came back to his senses, looked at Zuo Qiu Ning's gray face, and said without thinking about it: "Second son, don't talk about this first, I'll go get water for you to wash your face, and your clothes should be changed, by the way, what about Limiao?"

"Dead. Zuo Chuning exhaled a turbid breath.

"Uh...... Got it, second son, you go to the room to rest first, and I'll go fetch water now. ”

Zuo Chuning stared at the figure of Jiao Jian who ran out of the courtyard quickly, and felt a burst of warmth. What he didn't expect was that the servant who used to get along with him all the time died, and Zhang Jingrui dealt with it calmly in an instant, he never knew that he had such a mentality before, but it was right to think about it carefully, what he is experiencing now, he may have already experienced it, and he is much younger.

"Is that what you mean by what you experience is to guide you, not to define you?" Zuo Chuning remembered that sentence and smiled dumbly.

When Zhang Jingrui returned to Zuo Chuning's room with a wooden basin, he saw him sitting on the bed, staring at the blue-black flames in his palm.

Of course, Zhang Jingrui had seen this flame, and asked in surprise, "He also taught you martial arts?"

"Well, but according to him, it is difficult for me to become a master in my life, you don't have to envy, and this is the true qi he passed on to me, not my own. Zuo Chuning replied with a smile.

"But it is strictly forbidden for civil officials to practice martial arts in Kyoto, so don't be caught. Zhang Jingrui reminded, and then put the wooden basin full of hot water on the Huanghuali wooden stool, and said: "Son's legs and feet are inconvenient, I'll go find a noodle rack." ”

Zuo Chuning nodded, and watched him run out in a hurry.

As soon as he ran out, Zuo Chuning heard another rush of footsteps outside the door, thinking it was Zhang Jingrui, and asked softly, "What's wrong, did you forget something?"

However, it was Zuoqiu Moshu who slammed into the door with a tear-stained face and muddy clothes.

She asked angrily, "Why did you lie to me?"

Zuo Chuning turned his head, he didn't know how to face his sister who knew everything now.

"Dad, mother, don't see me, don't even you talk to me now?" she screamed as she kicked the wooden bench back.

The hot water in the wooden basin slowly soaked into the ground, and there was a burst of bubbles, making a slight sound, but Zuo Chuning was speechless.

"A bunch of liars!"

Zuoqiu Moshu slammed the door and left, passing by Zhang Jingrui, who was carrying a noodle frame.

Zhang Jingrui looked at the hard work all over the ground, took a deep breath, and said helplessly: "I'll go to fetch a basin of water again, son, you wait." ”

"Don't call me son in the future, just call me by name. ”。

"Huh?"

Zhang Jingrui looked at the person in front of him in a daze, smiled after a long time, and said, "That's good, A-Ning." ”