After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Without struggling, Xie Nanxing urged quietly: "Put me down quickly. How can you worship someone and let them hold you? That's too insincere."

"I am already very sincere."

Xie Nanxing was in such a bad condition that he climbed the mountain road in the cold wind for half an hour. If it was any longer, Xie Nanxing would just lie in bed and recuperate for the New Year.

Be sincere, but don't do it at the cost of sacrificing your own body.

"Then it will be very tiring for you to hold a big person like me in one hand."

He walked with vigorous steps, and the hand that was holding Xie Nanxing lifted Xie Nanxing up and down, then caught him steadily.

His sword-like eyebrows raised, his eyes flashing with thoughts, making Xie Nanxing lower his head.

"Just hug me, don't think about anything messy."

"Also, at that time, we held it with both hands, which is different from now when we walk on the mountain road with one hand."

Shen Jinmo seemed to think seriously for a while and said, "Xie Nanxing, you like to hold me with one hand, so I will hold you with one hand next time."

"When did I say that?" His eyes rolled around, driving away those images that shouldn't appear in his mind.

"If you continue to frame me like this, I will go to the Grand Tutor to complain."

After Xie Nanxing said this, Shen Jinmo's heart began to come to terms with reality.

"Did I mishear that?"

Without waiting for a response, Shen Jinmo asked again: "Or did I see it wrong?"

The quiet quarrels along the way were blocked by the whistling mountain wind in their ears. When they reached the top of the mountain, Ah Shun, who was sitting by the fire and looking up at the sky, was unaware of the presence of the two people.

It was not until the flickering candlelight came into view that Ah Shun turned his head slowly to look at the two people who were walking towards him with lanterns.

Taking out the incense, candles and paper money from the basket, Shen Jinmo lowered his head to light the incense and candles with a fire stick, then squatted on the ground and placed the paper money into the brazier which still had residual heat.

When he looked back, Xie Nanxing was already in tears, kneeling in front of the grave and kowtowed solemnly.

Shen Jinmo used the handle of the whip to sweep away the newly accumulated snow on the ground, took off his cloak and stuffed it under Xie Nanxing's knees.

He did not stop Xie Nanxing from kneeling. The burden on his heart could only be put down if he was willing to do so.

Shen Jinmo sat on the stone steps with his knees slightly bent. He had no intention of kneeling down.

After so many years, except for the day he became Shen Jinmo's apprentice, Wu Cixiu had never made Shen Jinmo kneel.

Ah Shun came back to his senses and brushed away the dead leaves on the small stool that Wu Cixiu had sat on before his death. He untied his cloak and placed it on the stool.

After helping Xie Nanxing onto the small stool, Ashun turned around and fueled the fire that had been lit in the wind and snow.

Ashun remembered that Xie Nanxing was in poor health and was afraid of cold, so he couldn't catch a cold.

After all the paper money in the brazier was burned, Shen Jinmo walked to Xie Nanxing's side and shielded the windward side of the body from the cold.

He opened the wine jug, the wind and snow covered the stars and the moon, and Shen Jinmo raised the wine jug towards where the morning star was.

The wine enters the lips and teeth, bringing a slight tingling sensation, while the sweetness and mellowness of the aftertaste linger for a long time.

For so long that Shen Jinmo will remember the lingering mellowness and sweetness beneath this pain for the rest of his life.

Xie Nanxing opened another pot of wine, lowered his head and slowly poured it onto the ground.

Every time Shen Jinmo took a sip, he spilled it.

The master and his disciple were enjoying a drink in the wind and snow.

When both pots of wine were finished, the new year was heralded by the sound of firecrackers.

Zhongqing Mountain cannot compare with the bustle of the capital city, but the expectations echoing in the valley are more open and long-lasting than those in the capital city.

Xie Nanxing likes and is addicted to this frankness.

Nestled in Shen Jinmo's arms, Xie Nanxing mustered up the courage to look at Ah Shun, who was squatting on the ground adding dry firewood to the fire.

Ah Shun, you are getting old so fast.

His hair, which was once black, is now mostly gray.

The corners of his lips first drooped, then moved upwards little by little, trying to create a faint smile.

"Uncle Shun."

Xie Nanxing's courageous call echoed in the valley and reached the ears of every living creature in the forest, but it could not reach Ashun's ears.

Xie Nanxing looked at Ah Shun without any reaction and apologized: "Uncle Ah Shun, I'm sorry."

Ah Shun was blaming Xie Nanxing, but Xie Nanxing felt that Ah Shun should blame himself.

A pair of sharp eyes locked onto Ah Shun. His dullness when climbing the mountain was extremely abnormal for Ah Shun, who was an excellent martial artist.

The silence with his head bowed in front of him was completely different from the attentiveness with which Ah Shun cared for Xie Nanxing.

Shen Jinmo's heart felt as if it had been stung by a bee.

It's not painful, but it feels a bit sore and swollen, like a bee sting piercing my heart.

"Xie Nanxing, Ah Shun can't hear me anymore."

Because I couldn't hear, I didn't even want to speak.

Today's behavior of taking care of Xie Nanxing was subconscious, just like how he had taken care of his young master over the years.

Ah Shun, who has only taken care of Wu Cixiu in his life, has not yet gotten out of his confusion.

He climbed the mountain day after day, removed the weeds in front of the grave day after day, lit a fire day after day, and cleared the snow day after day.

He didn't know what else he could do except sit in front of the grave and accompany his two masters.

Ah Shun actually wanted to go to heaven to accompany his two masters.

But Ah Shun was a little afraid. He was afraid that Shen Jinmo would not see him alive when he returned to Zhongqing Mountain, and would be sad because he had to carry another life on his shoulders.

Before his death, his young master repaid all the favors and debts to everyone, leaving only a heavy burden for Shen Jinmo.

Although Shen Jinmo seems ruthless, in Ah Shun's eyes he is the most loyal person.

Ah Shun was reluctant to hurt this person, the only one that his young master couldn't let go of before he died.

Xie Nanxing opened and closed his lips, but ultimately could not utter a word.

The body buried in Shen Jinmo's arms kept shaking.

The suppressed and choked crying sound penetrated Shen Jinmo's clothes and hit Shen Jinmo's chest directly.

The sting in my heart was enlarged by tears, and the swelling in my heart spread to every part of my body.

Shen Jinmo looked up at the sky and found that after the wind and snow stopped, the moon was above the willows and the stars were together, welcoming the new year on earth.

He patted Xie Nanxing's arm and said, "My dear, don't cry. The Master is watching you from heaven."

"If you cry again, he will be distressed."

Xie Nanxing raised his head from Shen Jinmo's chest and saw two stars pressed closely together, as if they were winking at him.

Ah Shun moved the fire closer to Xie Nanxing and burned it to a very large size before he stood up and sat on the other side of Xie Nanxing.

The mountain wind blowing from the other side was blocked by Ashun.

"Thank you, sir. It's cold in the mountains. You are not in good health. Go back and rest early."

"I will spend the New Year with you, my master."

The person who had not spoken for a long time opened his mouth again like a baby learning to speak.

However, due to exhaustion, he lost the vigorous vitality of a child.

Ah Shun didn't blame Xie Nanxing or Shen Jinmo for being in this state. It could only be that Wu Cixiu had repeatedly prevented Ah Shun from blaming anyone.

If Wu Cixiu didn't even allow the unknown resentment of his loyal servant to exist, how could he possibly go back and blame Xiao Nanxing, who was between the imperial power and the people's hearts and won the hearts of the people for him?