Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

At this time, Fang Weiyi said softly: "When I recover, I will definitely settle this account with Jin Chengfeng."

When talking about Jin Chengfeng, a man he once regarded as a close friend but who is now plotting evil behind his back, Fang Weiyi's eyes are full of determination and indomitable spirit, and he vows to seek justice.

Fang Jiawen's heart tightened when he heard this.

His interactions with Xiao Zhixue and others made him deeply realize that Jin Chengfeng was by no means a good person, and he was afraid that his brother would fall into danger again.

"Brother, Jin Chengfeng is a very cunning man. We need to be cautious and not underestimate the enemy."

Fang Weiyi looked at Fang Jiawen's serious expression, feeling both relieved and amused.

Unexpectedly, this younger brother who was protected like a greenhouse flower in the valley, experienced the ups and downs of life in just a few days and began to understand the complexity of human relationships.

Fang Jiawen used to be cared for by everyone in the Valley of Divine Doctors and knew almost nothing about the dangers of the outside world.

It was this yearning and curiosity for the outside world that drove him to dream of walking out of the valley one day and gaining experience in the world.

Now, in just a few days, he has learned to be more careful when handling affairs. This makes Fang Weiyi happy and secretly glad that his younger brother was not easily swallowed up by the dangers of the outside world. Otherwise, he, as an older brother, really doesn't know how to explain to his father.

As the two were talking, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Fang Jiawen took a quick step forward, opened the door, and was surprised to find that Xiao Zhixue had returned.

He quickly welcomed her into the house, and saw Xiao Zhixue holding the little bird named Jiuer in her hand and striding towards the bed.

"Look, your master is fine, don't worry about me anymore."

As soon as Xiao Zhixue finished speaking, she threw Jiuer into Fang Weiyi's arms.

It turned out that Xiao Zhixue originally planned to go back to the house to rest, but she heard Jiuer making a noise in the space, insisting on coming out to find her master, and even threatening that she would not live alone without her master.

Xiao Zhixue was helpless with its stubbornness and had to bring it out of the space.

Fang Weiyi looked at Jiuer in his arms, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

Just now he was alone in the room, still thinking about Jiuer, so he opened the window and looked out, but there was no trace of Jiuer. He thought it had flown away for fun.

It was not until this moment that he realized that it was Xiao Zhixue who took it away.

Jiuer happily jumped onto Fang Weiyi's shoulder, rubbing her little head against his face, as if expressing her joy of reunion after a long separation: "Master, you are finally okay. If anything happened to you, Jiuer would not live alone."

Fang Weiyi gently stroked Jiuer, holding it carefully in his palm, his voice full of doting: "Jiuer, help me find Jin Chengfeng's whereabouts, and come back and tell me immediately when you find it."

Jiuer rubbed her hands in Fang Weiyi's hand, then flapped her wings and flew out of the window.

Fang Jiawen opened the window and watched Jiuer go away, feeling both reluctant and expectant.

After Jiu'er left, Xiao Zhixue asked curiously, "Can you understand bird language?"

Fang Weiyi smiled and shook his head: "I don't understand, but I raised Jiuer since he was a child. I taught him to hold a pen in his beak and write."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhixue raised her eyebrows, surprised at this seemingly ordinary bird that actually possessed special skills.

Perhaps, this is the miracle brought by love and companionship?

Thinking of this, Xiao Zhixue couldn't help laughing, and the goose bumps on her body disappeared.

She turned back to her room to rest, but a warm feeling inexplicably surged in her heart.

At this time, heavy snow began to fall outside the house. Xiao Zhixue saw Jiang Bo staggering towards her carrying heavy firewood through the window, and hurried out to greet him.

"Uncle Jiang, your eyesight is not good. You should rest more. Let others do the heavy work."

Xiao Zhixue said with concern.

Although Jiang Bo's vision was blurry, he recognized Xiao Zhixue by her voice, and a warm smile immediately appeared on his face: "It's Miss Xiao. It's very cold today. I have to chop more firewood to make everyone's house warmer."

Looking at Jiang Bo's thin body and almost blind eyes, Xiao Zhixue felt a pang of sadness in her heart. She hurriedly took the firewood and strode towards the warehouse, hoping to bring a little warmth to this cold winter day.

She hurriedly shuttled through the village paths, the sunlight shining on her back, reflecting a sense of determination and warmth.

When she arrived at the center of the village, she used her clear and pleasant voice to call the strong men in the village. They were carrying hoes or axes, with honest smiles on their faces, and followed her to Jiang Bo's cottage.

As the villagers walked and talked, they learned the story behind Jiang Bo's cozy little house. They couldn't help but feel admiration in their eyes. The gratitude in their hearts made their steps more determined, as if every step was filled with respect and love for Jiang Bo.

Arriving at Jiang Bo's hut, the men quickly divided the work. Some were responsible for selecting suitable firewood, while others were wielding axes. The perfect combination of strength and skill made the firewood break with every strike of the axe.

The air is filled with the smell of fresh sawdust, mixed with the salty aroma of sweat, creating a picture of hard work and harmony.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, dappling onto the busy crowd, adding a bit of warmth to their winter work.

Soon, all the firewood was chopped neatly and piled into a small hill.

Jiang Bo stood aside, looking at this group of enthusiastic villagers, his eyes flashing with relief and emotion.

A smile broke out on his wrinkled face, and he urged everyone to go back and rest in his hoarse but warm voice, which was full of the love and care of an elder.

The villagers wiped the sweat from their foreheads, their satisfaction and joy were beyond words. They picked up some chopped firewood, carefully brought it into Jiang Bo's room, and gently added it to the burning brazier. The flames jumped, as if they were also applauding the warmth between neighbors.

Xiao Zhixue supported Jiang Bo, taking every step very carefully, as if she was protecting the most precious treasure.

Back in the house, she took out a few drops of clear eye drops from the exquisite little bottle. Her movements were gentle and skillful, and each drop fell accurately into Jiang Bo's eyes.

This simple yet loving action seemed to have become a tacit understanding between the two that did not require words.

A glimmer of light flashed in Jiang Bo's eyes. Although it was brief, it was enough for him to feel the outline of the surrounding environment. It was the light he had long missed, and it was also the hope given by Xiao Zhixue.

However, this light was like a meteor across the night sky, fleeting, and Jiang Bo's vision became blurred again, as if shrouded in a thick layer of fog.

Xiao Zhixue frowned slightly, and the worry in her heart spread like ripples.

She gently touched Jiang Bo's wrist. Although the pulse under her fingertips was beating strongly, it concealed an abnormality that was not easy to detect. It required a delicate and sensitive heart to capture it.