"Spring, summer, autumn and winter, sunny or rainy, there is no problem with these."
Before Huzi could speak, a girl wearing an apron came in with a medicinal soup and said: "The temperature is just right, drink it while it's hot."
The man struggled to get up, moved his pillow, and leaned his back against the wall.
The girl handed over the medicine bowl and asked with concern: "Would you like to go to the yard to bask in the sun later?"
"There is sunshine in the morning, but it will probably rain in the afternoon."
"Lying in bed for a long time is not conducive to physical recovery. It is best to get down and move around."
The man drank up the dark soup in the bowl in one gulp, smacked his lips in bitterness and said, "It didn't rain today."
The girl was surprised and said: "How do you know?"
The man returned the medicine bowl, pointed to his head and explained: "It sensed it."
Huzi covered his mouth and snickered. Finally, he couldn't hold it in anymore. He grabbed the girl's sleeve and laughed loudly: "Sister, what Grandpa Sun said is right, he is just a fool."
The man said seriously: "I'm not stupid, it really didn't rain today."
The girl refused to argue and nodded cooperatively.
Obviously, she had the same doubts as Hu Zi.
But her own kindness and nine-year obligation told her that no matter whether it was true or false, she should not laugh at others in person.
Everyone has dignity, well, as long as they are human beings.
She signaled Huzi to take the medicine bowl to the kitchen, bent down to pick up the new cotton shoes from the floor, put them on the stool, and asked, "Can you move by yourself? Or should I help you?"
The man who had been named "Mu Mu" opened the thick quilt and breathed quickly: "I can move."
As he spoke, he put on his cotton shoes while panting, his hands trembling.
The girl found a wooden stick of suitable length, moved the bench in front of the bed, and suggested, "Let's try it."
The wooden man's steps were vague and he staggered around, but he was still able to stand firm.
The girl took a long breath, showed a sweet smile and said: "Go slowly, I will make breakfast."
After thinking about it, she hugged the quilt on the bed and said, "Let me bask in the sun. It will make you warmer at night."
The wooden man thanked him and walked out of the door with a wooden stick in one hand and the broken mud wall in the other.
In the yard, the sun is shining brightly.
He subconsciously stretched out his hand to block the dazzling light, found the chair that the girl had prepared for him, and sat down with a pale face.
Huzi was playing marbles under the eaves. When he saw the wooden man coming out, he planned to laugh at him.
But when he saw his trembling hands and the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, he still felt soft and found a clean towel and brought it over and said, "Here, wipe it off."
The wooden man forced a smile and said: "Huzi is your nickname, so what is your first name?"
The cute-looking boy squatted opposite and flicked the marbles and said: "Wang Lonicera."
"My dad told me that it was winter when my mom gave birth to me, and it was very cold outside."
"They say I was born prematurely and have a weak constitution."
"Only by enduring the winter can I have a chance to survive."
The wooden man replied: "You are very strong now, not weak at all."
Huzi was so happy that he pinched the marbles and threw them around and said, "No, Huzi's nickname is not for nothing?"
"I want to be as brave and strong as a tiger in the mountains. When I grow up, I will help my dad collect a lot of medicinal materials."
"However, let me tell you secretly, rather than collecting medicinal materials, I want to join the Sword Sect and become a disciple of the Sword Sect."
"Fly in the sky, use a long sword to slay demons and eliminate demons. It's so powerful that you don't need it."
The wooden man said in surprise: "Have you ever seen a disciple of the Sword Sect?"
Huzi said proudly: "I have seen it. Just last winter, the disciples of Jianmen were flying on the river. Well, it was the same big river where I picked you up."
"They stood on long swords and wore white robes. They soared into the sky, and I didn't even have time to look at them."
"Later I heard from my dad that the youngest son of Widow Xue from Xiwan Village next door was valued by the Jianmen disciples and was taken to the mountain."
"Mu Mu, actually I also want to go to Jianmen. But my dad said that Jianmen disciples need talent and talent."
"If I can't meet the requirements, those sword fairies won't accept me."
