Most of the time, Yuan Xiaolou was always playing with her flowers and plants, and occasionally pushed Ye Xiaochuan out for a few laps.
Ye Xiaochuan is always taciturn most of the time.
If Yuan Xiaolou didn't talk to him, he wouldn't take the initiative to speak, which was in sharp contrast to the talkative Ye Xiaochuan before.
Although his strength gradually recovered, he still sat in a wheelchair and did not touch the pair of crutches Yuan Xiaolou made for him.
The storyteller and the rice cook still go out early and come back late every day. This combination of one person and one bear seems to be able to make a lot of money. Ye Xiaochuan's food is improving every day.
The old storyteller would talk to Ye Xiaochuan every night when he came back.
Every time I ask: "Do you have anything to say to me today?"
Ye Xiaochuan shook his head every time.
Of course, the old storyteller will also bring some news from the world every day.
The search for Ye Xiaochuan seems to have passed, but it has not stopped.
The legend about Ye Xiaochuan is still circulating in the world.
Everyone wants to know the fate of that tragic boy?
From summer, to autumn, to the snow outside.
There was no ice in the room, and the bed was covered with thick cotton quilts.
Under the quilt, Yuan Xiaolou was like a kitten, curled up in Ye Xiaochuan's arms.
Yuan Xiaolou's ignorance about matters between men and women, and Ye Xiaochuan's self-restraint led to the fact that for several months, the two of them lay together almost naked every day, but they still didn't take that step. Every day they just just
A kiss on the mouth, that's all.
While sleeping, Yuan Xiaolou felt the man in her arms making unusual movements. She immediately opened her eyes and looked at Ye Xiaochuan with tears streaming down his face while he was sleeping.
"Don't die...don't leave me..." Ye Xiaochuan muttered in painful sleep.
Yuan Xiaolou knew that Ye Xiaochuan had another nightmare.
She stretched out her hand to touch Ye Xiaochuan's cheek and said softly: "Xiaochuan, I'm here, I won't die, and I won't leave you."
The comfort seemed to have an effect, and Ye Xiaochuan's mumbling in his sleep gradually stopped.
It has been several months, and Ye Xiaochuan often has nightmares. Yuan Xiaolou seems to be able to feel the pain in the heart of the man next to him.
This made Yuan Xiaolou feel very sad.
She couldn't wait to add all Ye Xiaochuan's sufferings to herself.
It's another brand new day, it's very cold outside, and Ye Xiaochuan is weak, so he can only rely on the charcoal fire to keep warm in the house.
Yuan Xiaolou was cleaning the snow in the yard.
Heavy snow has blocked the road, and the old storyteller and the rice cook have not gone out to do business and make money for two days. Fortunately, they have made a lot of money in the past few months, and they have sufficient food reserves for the winter. Even if they rest at home for a month or two, they will not be able to make money.
Worried about not having money to eat.
The old storyteller couldn't stay in the yard. Even if he wasn't at work, he would wear a bearskin cloak and go for a stroll on the streets on his rice pail.
As soon as I came out of Huaihua Lane, I saw the little girl from the grocery store opposite and pointed at me.
The old storyteller nodded, rode the rice bucket to the door of the study apartment, and then sent the rice bucket back.
There was no one on the streets of Lantian County on a heavy snowy day, so naturally no one came to the streets to buy books.
But there were a few people in the study apartment.
In addition to the skinny Mr. Qiu, there are also the goatee shopkeeper of the grocery store, the old beggar who often squats at the entrance of Sophora Alley to beg, the short old man in the wood shop, the fat old man who sells second-hand ready-made clothes, the little brat Wei Sanliu, and the Rouge Shop.
The fat woman and the old lady selling sesame seed cakes are all here.
These people were sitting around the charcoal brazier drinking tea. When the old storyteller came in, they all stood up.
The last person to come in was the young girl from the grocery store. She casually hung the closure sign on the door, and then closed the door to the study room.
The old storyteller said: "We are all gathered here for tea. What happened?"
Mr. Qiu said: "Huangfu is dead."
The old storyteller was surprised and asked, "Is the news accurate?"
Mr. Qiu said: "It's absolutely true, just two hours ago, news came from Old Thirteen from the Western Region Temple that Huangfu was dead.
However, Changkong and the flag bearer of the Five Elements Flag blocked the news and did not immediately pass the news to Tuoba Yu of the Black Rock Mountain Demon Sect who was nearby. Instead, they secretly sent a message to the Nine-Headed Eagle Guo Bier, the Black Mountain Old Man.
Demons, Qianye Sage, Xihai Patriarch, Hu Jiumei, Mo Jiukui, Qingmu Patriarch and a group of loose demons."
The old storyteller mused: "Even Guo Bi'er has been summoned. It seems that Changkong really intends to support his daughter Zuo Qiu to become the leader."
The young Wei Sanliu said: "If Zuo Qiu really takes over Changkong's position, the Demon Sect will be in chaos.
There would be no objection within the Demon Sect for Tian Wen to succeed Huangfu, but Zuo Qiu is from the Xuantian Sect after all. How could the Demon Sect agree to her taking over as the second envoy?
Especially Tuoba Yu, who has been staring at Changkong's position and trying to arrange his own people.
Tuoba Yu will definitely be angry if Zuo Qiu takes over.
They might take over the temple by force."
The old storyteller said: "It is inevitable that there will be disputes within the demon sect because of Zuo Qiu, but there should be no major chaos. Guo Bier's husband Xuanyuan Luo, who has been dead for many years, and Changkong are close friends of life and death.
At this moment, Changkong secretly summons Guo Bier, and even if Guo Bier is reluctant, he should give Changkong and his daughter a hand for Xuanyuan Luo's sake. As long as Guo Bier arrives at the temple, the situation can be stabilized."
The fat woman from Rouge Shop said: "Hey, even if Guo Bi'er doesn't show up, Tuo Bayu may not dare to take over the temple by force.
The Five Elements Banner's combat power is the best in the world, and Tuoba Yu doesn't dare to break up with the Five Elements Banner easily."
The old beggar said: "I said, we have nothing to do with the devil's religion. We have been gathering in this small town for more than half a year, and we have been waiting for this day.
Now that it is clear that Changkong wants to support his daughter to rise to power, shouldn't we also take action?
That kid in a wheelchair who has nothing to do all day, if he continues to be disabled, he will really be disabled."
The little girl from the grocery store said: "His Dantian is broken. Even if he loses his wheelchair, he can only walk like a normal person at most. Do you really expect him to turn into a swordsman without an edge again?"
Everyone else nodded slightly.
They also couldn't understand why the old storyteller kept guarding a disabled person?
The old storyteller said: "There is a way to deal with Ye Xiaochuan's Dantian. Now that Demon Cult Changkong has taken action, we really should take action."
Everyone was surprised.
Mr. Qiu said: "Mr. Wu, do you really have a way to restore the broken Dantian?"
The old storyteller shook his head and said: "I have no choice, the only way is with Ye Xiaochuan himself.
Let’s not talk about this, let’s talk about Li Ziye, is there anything going on with her?”
Mr. Qiu said: "A few months ago, Li Ziye left Cangyun Mountain with Xuan Ying and others, but she left with the Phantom Princess not long after. In the past few months, the two of them have been traveling around Middle-earth.
I went to Mount Sumeru a while ago and stayed in Xuanying's Jiezi Cave for three days, and then left with Phantom, and now I'm almost at your hometown."
