Note: All chapters of Volume 1 were revised on March 23, 2017, and those who have read them before this date can re-download and read, and we apologize for any inconvenience caused!)

The weather in mid-March was already unusually hot, but Fengjiazhuang, located in the remote mountainous area of the southwest, was particularly quiet. Because of the distance from the nearest villages and towns, Fengjiazhuang is almost isolated from the world and rarely interacts with the outside world. The hill where Fengjiazhuang is located is not high, the slope is gentle, and it is overgrown with various trees, which is the food warehouse that the villagers rely on for survival. A few terraced fields are scattered on the gentle slope of the mountainside, and the small river in front of the village has been dry for many years and is overgrown with weeds.

There is a courtyard at the westernmost end of Fengjiazhuang, surrounded by a half-low bamboo fence, three exquisite low-stilted bamboo houses are built side by side in the yard, some mushrooms, dried bamboo shoots and other mountain goods are dried in the middle of the yard, and several piles of wood are neatly stacked on the edge of the yard. Behind this bamboo house is a slope, with many green and tall stout green bamboos, and there is a winding path next to the bamboo forest that leads to the back mountain.

After noon, a teenager walked out of the bamboo house in the middle. The boy was slender and thin, looking slender and frail, perhaps because he was rarely exposed to the sun, and his skin was very fair, like a woman. The young man was dressed very strangely, wearing a light gray thick long coat, and even his hands were tightly wrapped in cloth covers. What is even more strange is that the young man wears a thick cloth hat on his head, which wraps his head and neck, revealing a face as white as jade, and a pair of eyes as bright and clear as a lake.

The boy walked out of the yard and walked to the back of the bamboo forest behind the house, and in front of him was the winding path where his father often went to the mountains to dig mountain goods. Although his father warned him that he couldn't run out to play casually, the boy still couldn't help but want to go and see Xue'er, so he touched a bamboo flute inserted in his waist, and involuntarily walked to the left side of the bamboo forest.

There is a hidden path here, overgrown with weeds and few people walking. The boy walked with great difficulty, but fortunately the clothes on his body were long and thick, and he was not scratched, but he was so tired that he was out of breath.

The boy walked and stopped, and it took a lot of effort to reach the edge of a small cave. I don't know if I can see Xue'er again, so the young man smiled hopefully, and then shouted softly as he walked into the cave: "Little Xue'er, are you there? Xue'er, you ...... Ahh

The young man walked into the cave and didn't see Xue'er, but saw an old man sitting cross-legged in the cave, and couldn't help but cry out in amazement.

The old man was about fifty years old, with angry eyebrows and blazing eyes, long hair under his chin, mottled temples, slightly dark complexion, wearing a dark gray robe, a blue and white cloth towel tied to his head, and a straw basket beside him, dressed as a medical practitioner.

Seeing that the young man was frightened, the old man hurriedly whispered: "Good boy, don't panic, I was accidentally injured when I passed by here yesterday, so I will recuperate in this cave, don't be afraid!"

After hearing this, the young man calmed down and asked anxiously, "You, old man, where are you injured, is it serious? Do you want to tell my father and let him help you?"

The old man smiled and said, "It's okay, kid, I have the pill with me, and it won't be in the way after a few days of rest." ”

The young man let out an "oh" and smiled at the old man.

The old man saw clearly that this young man was born with beautiful eyebrows, straight nose and straight mouth, slender limbs, and was actually a handsome young man, probably because of his frailty, his face was too pale, lacking blood, but his eyes were extraordinarily deep, revealing a deep and wise, pure and humble gaze, which made people feel good at a glance.

"Son, can you tell me your name?" asked the old man kindly.

"The old man is on top, and the boy's name is Feng Shaoyang. ”

"Well, Feng Shaoyang, what a name. ”

Feng Shaoyang was ashamed when he heard this, and said, "Because I have been in poor health since I was a child, I took this name." ”

"Oh, I see. ”

"Since I was a child, I have been weak and weak, and I am so tired that I can't stop panting when I walk...... I really want to be like Brother Yang, and grow tall and strong. ”

"Brother Yang?"

"Well, Brother Yang is my aunt's child, although he is only half a year older than me, he can already help the family, but I can only stay at home, I can't do anything, and I have to let my father work hard......"

Feng Shaoyang said, looking a little bitter and sad.

When the old man saw this, he hurriedly comforted him and said, "What a sensible child, your father will be proud of you, and you will definitely get better, don't be sad." I heard you shout "Cher" when you came in, but is that your partner?"

Hearing the old man's question, Feng Shaoyang smiled and said happily: "Yes, the one I met in this cave last month was a very cute little rabbit, all white and like a snow ball, I named her 'Xue'er'." Although she didn't understand me, I liked her a lot. But I haven't seen her for the past two days, I miss her so much, so I came to look for her, and I met you, the old man, and I don't know if I bothered you to recuperate. ”

"Hehe, you have a pure heart, you will definitely meet it again in the future, don't worry. My injury is not serious, so it's okay. ”

"Oh, old man, you can come to our house to recuperate, right next to that bamboo forest, there are three rooms, there are thick straw mats in the house, it is very comfortable, and my father will definitely treat you well. ”

"Hehe, thank you for your kindness in advance, but I still have one more important thing to do, and when I'm done, I will definitely visit your house. ”

"Ah, that's great, when I go back, when my father comes back I tell him that he will be very happy, hehe. ”

"That's it. ”

"Okay, then I'll go back first, don't disturb your recuperation, if you're done, you must come to my house." ”

The old man seemed to be infected by the young man's enthusiasm, stroked his beard and smiled, and said, "Okay, it will be." ”

After Feng Shaoyang respectfully bowed to the old man, he hurried home happily, and seemed to have a lot of strength in his body, and returned home after a while.

All afternoon, Feng Shaoyang was immersed in excitement, looking forward to his father's early return so that he could tell him the news. When it was almost time, his father had not returned for a long time, and Feng Shaoyang became anxious, so he went out to wait.

Feng Shaoyang stood in the courtyard for a moment, then walked to the gate of the courtyard and stopped to look for a while. Confirming that he didn't hear his father's footsteps coming back, Feng Shaoyang touched the bamboo flute on his waist with his hand, slowly walked out of the yard, and slowly moved along the winding path by the bamboo forest in the direction of the back mountain.

This mountain road is not very steep, but Feng Shaoyang walked very slowly, because he was weak and weak, or he hoped to see his father come back halfway.

The sunset has slowly approached the top of the mountain, and he still hasn't seen his father's figure, and Feng Shaoyang is a little anxious. Wearing this heavy and unseasonal clothes, Feng Shaoyang was already tired and hot, and he couldn't breathe.

In a clearing where the mountain road turned, there was a huge rock, and around this rock was a very steep and rugged mountain road, and Feng Shaoyang could no longer move forward, so he simply sat on a stone on the edge of the clearing to catch his breath and rest.

After sitting for a while, Feng Shaoyang slowly eased his strength, and was unwilling to go down the mountain, but he couldn't walk up the mountain anymore, so he removed the cloth cover on his hand, took out the bamboo flute and stroked it slowly in his hand.

This bamboo flute is a gift from my father, there is no sharp point in the whole body, it seems to have been carefully polished and smooth, for fear that some sharp places will cut my skin, but I can't blow a piece of music completely now, but there will be such a day in the future, my father sat there happily, squinting and listening to his own performance, thinking of this, Feng Shaoyang showed a shallow smile on his face.

Suddenly, there was a "fluttering" sound in the grass beside the road.