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

Xie Nanxing clutched the collar of Shen Jinmo's shirt tightly, suppressing the tears that were still surging.

Shen Jinmo took out a handkerchief and wiped away all the tears and snot for Xie Nanxing, then he held Xie Nanxing's face and gave her a gentle kiss.

Everything was silent, but Xie Nanxing knew what he had to do.

In addition to Shen Jinmo and Xie Nanxing, the person waiting for redemption also includes A Shun, who has lived his entire life for Wu Cixiu.

Supporting himself with Shen Jinmo's hand, Xie Nanxing stood up and squatted in front of A Shun.

The moment Ah Shun looked up at Xie Nanxing, he saw the thin man in front of him with a smile on his lips, his eyes and eyebrows, and every expression on his face.

Xie Nanxing tried his best to plant the hope of living in Ah Shun's heart.

I was laughing, but tears started to fall again.

"Uncle Shun, we are back."

Silently, his lips opened and closed very, very slowly.

Through Xie Nanxing's lips, Ah Shun seemed to hear Xie Nanxing's voice, which was light, soft and clever.

In fact, Xie Nanxing is not like Wu Cixiu, not in appearance, voice, or even personality.

But Ah Shun would think of Wu Cixiu whenever he saw Xie Nanxing.

"Have you eaten yet? I will go and cook for you and the prince."

Xie Nanxing shook his head and tightly grasped Ashun's frozen hand.

Having lost the person who needed his care, Shun also forgot how to take care of himself.

"Uncle Shun, let's spend the New Year with Taifu."

The crackling sound of the bamboo joints exploding in the fire was very loud, but Ah Shun could not hear it at all.

But he could hear every word Xie Nanxing said.

He helped Xie Nanxing to Shen Jinmo's side and said, "You and the prince will go home together. If I fail to take good care of you two, the master may punish me with a stick."

"Uncle Shun, when Shen Jinmo wins, we will return to Zhongqing Mountain. You will be able to take care of us for many more years."

Ah Shun, you must take good care of yourself so that you can wait until the day of victory and take care of Xie Nanxing for many, many more years.

Only the hope planted in the heart can give rise to the desire to cross the river in Ashun's lost soul.

It is not necessary to keep Ashun in the human world, but Ashun, who has never enjoyed the freedom of the human world, should also take a good look at the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers.

It was inappropriate for Ashun's life to end in such a hasty manner.

Ah Shun's eyes brightened a little, and he seemed to be able to feel his gray heart beginning to be soaked in bright red again.

Taking out the steamed buns that had been frozen hard and putting them on the fire to roast, Ah Shun lowered his head.

"You and the prince are having a great time together, and the young master is happy to see it. If you are really tired, you can go back to Zhongqing Mountain and stay for a while."

Xie Nanxing pulled Ah Shun's hand, asked Ah Shun to look at him and said, "I have never seen my parents since I was born. If you want, you can treat me as your child."

Ah Shun's eyes were red, but he still didn't nod.

The white flour buns were baked until they were sweet. Ah Shun tore off the smoke-blackened skin on the buns and handed them to Xie Nanxing: "Try it. It's not as good as the ones in Shendu, but the young master likes it."

However, A Shun's roasting was not as good as his master's, and there were always some black spots every time.

Xie Nanxing took small bites of the steamed bun, while Ah Shun ate the bun skin he had torn off.

He took out another steamed bun, baked it and put it in Shen Jinmo's hand.

This time, he didn't tear off the blackened area.

"Nanxing, can I call you like this?"

Xie Nanxing smiled with curved eyebrows and nodded heavily.

"Yinwulu is your home to which you can always return, and I am the one you will see when you return."

"I will take good care of myself."

Yinwulu is not the shackles that bind them on their journey, and A Shun will not be the person who binds Xie Nanxing.

Shen Jinmo fed Xie Nanxing a sip of warm water, took Xie Nanxing's steamed bun, tore it into smaller pieces and fed it to Xie Nanxing.

The person who was stubborn just now opened his mouth to take the steamed bun handed over by Shen Jinmo, chewed it carefully, and nodded with a smile.

The three of them gathered together and chatted intermittently, but most of the time, it was Xie Nanxing and Ashun who did the talking.

Shen Jinmo spent most of his time taking care of Xie Nanxing and the fire in front of Xie Nanxing.

"Uncle Shun, I will find the best doctor in the world to cure your ears."

Ah Shun stared at Xie Nanxing's lips for a long time before he roughly understood what Xie Nanxing said.

After thinking for a while, Ah Shun finally made up his mind: "No, this is good enough."

After returning to Zhongqing Mountain, both masters had left. Ah Shun no longer needed to wait for Wu Cixiu's call, nor did he have to think about protecting Wu Cixiu all the time. It didn't matter whether he could hear it or not.

He could not even hear anything. The noisy conversations in this world would no longer reach Ashun's ears.

Now, A Shun only wants to live in the year when Wu Cixiu passed away.

The night fell, and the sky cleared up after the snow, making the mountains dazzlingly bright.

Refracting the morning light, every cloud looks like a rainbow bridge, able to bridge all the sufferings in this world.

Shen Jinmo stood up from the ground and slowly blew away the ashes on Xie Nanxing's body and head: "Xie Nanxing, are you going down the mountain?"

At this point, what is there that Xie Nanxing doesn't understand?

During the trip to Zhongqing Mountain, the person Shen Jinmo wanted to ferry was Xie Nanxing.

She raised her head and smiled at Xie Nanxing: "Husband, I want a hug."

Holding Xie Nanxing's hips with one hand and Xie Nanxing's waist with the other, he picked Xie Nanxing up from the ground and walked down the mountain.

Waving to Ah Shun, the person sitting in front of the tombstone hurriedly put all the things into the basket and trotted to keep up with Shen Jinmo.

Without A Shun's obstruction, the entire appearance of the tombstone was revealed to Xie Nanxing.

[The joint tomb of our late teacher Wu Gong Cixiu and Mr. Zhao Zhongqing]

【Disciple Shen Jinmo/Xie Nanxingli】

Xie Nanxing, who was usually easy-going, was unable to pull himself out of the quagmire this time. The reason was that this was the first time he was in charge of such a big game, and his heart was clouded by blood and curses.

But at this moment, Xie Nanxing let him go.

Blame it or not, having accompanied Shen Jinmo to this point today, he can only take advantage of the situation and take the path that maximizes his benefits.

A lone bird flew overhead and soared into the sky.

Xie Nanxin whispered in Shen Jinmo's ear: "Shen Jinmo, can you make a kite?"

Shen Jinmo said truthfully: "No."

“But it shouldn’t be difficult to learn.”

"My husband is so capable, so making a kite is easy for him."

"Shen Jinmo, let's make a kite that can fly very high, okay?"

"It's very high, so high that it can fly into the sky."

Shen Jinmo looked up at the sky. He knew where Xie Nanxing wanted to send his thoughts via the kite.

"it is good."