Comprehensive film and television: Every time I dress up as a supporting role

Nie Shen'er didn't know whether her medicine powder worked or not, but she still slept very soundly at night. She didn't take her life too seriously. If she could survive, that would be the best. If not, she could survive in the next life.

However, Nie Feng dreamed that he was being chased and his wife and daughter died. He woke up several times in shock. When he woke up the next day, the dark circles under his eyes were very obvious, and it was obvious that he had not slept well.

Pinghua dreamed that after her death, Shen'er was sold by a human trafficker to be a child bride. She was left alone, hungry and cold, and she woke up from the dream at night.

After waking up, I touched my side and found my daughter sleeping soundly. I breathed a sigh of relief and then hugged my daughter carefully and continued to sleep.

When she woke up the next day, there was a faint blue color under Pinghua's eyes. She looked at the dark circles under her husband's eyes and knew that he had not slept well either.

The couple looked at each other and smiled bitterly at the same time. Then they looked at Nie Shen'er who was still sleeping soundly. They reluctantly put the heart that had been worried them all night back into their stomachs.

The pursuers didn't find this place all night, so his life was temporarily saved.

However, what everyone had to worry about next was whether the pursuers would be guarding the city gate.

Tian Xianglian had her own opinion on this. She said, "The Queen secretly sent people to hunt him down. She certainly wouldn't openly stand guard at the city gate, but there's no guarantee that someone wouldn't be following him."

Tian Xianglian hesitated for two seconds and then said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to return to your residence in the future..."

She fished through her bag again, took out almost half of the money, and forced it on Pinghua, "I can't pay you back enough. These copper coins are a small token of my appreciation. You must accept them."

Pinghua refused, but failed. Tian Xianglian begged Pinghua to accept it and knelt down with Du Yunxi, so Pinghua had to accept it.

In fact, she was also confused. Only after listening to Tian Xianglian's guess did she realize the seriousness of the incident.

Pinghua had lived in Wangxin Village for many years and was very reluctant to leave suddenly.

But that little bit of reluctance is insignificant compared to the lives of my entire family.

As long as Nie Feng and Shen'er are fine, Pinghua feels that even if they are displaced, the family is not broken up and there is still a chance to start over.

In the cave, Pinghua made some porridge, which they ate to fill their hungry stomachs, and then they set out towards the city.

The place Tian Xianglian wanted to go to was by water after passing through this town.

After a few people went to the city, they parted ways.

Nie Feng and Pinghua discussed where to go next, and Nie Shen'er thought of the martial arts master he had worshipped.

I suggested going to say goodbye to Master Wu and then leave.

Speaking of that martial arts master, Nie Shen'er stumbled upon him by accident. He and Nie Feng went to ask if there was anyone who knew martial arts. Someone familiar told Nie Feng that there was an old blacksmith who knew martial arts when he was young, so Nie Feng took Nie Shen'er to look for him.

When I arrived, I found out that the old blacksmith had passed away a few days ago.

Then they met a thief on the road who stole a woman's money. While Nie Shen'er was watching the fun, a kind-hearted man helped to intercept him.

Shen'er was immediately impressed by his smooth movements, thinking that he had some kung fu skills.

Nie Shen'er took the initiative to contact the person, and then negotiated a deal with him at the price of providing him with one meal of steamed buns every two days.

Speaking of Master Wu, he has a really big appetite. One meal of steamed buns is enough for Nie Shen'er to eat for three days.

Fortunately, he only asked for steamed buns, and Nie Feng could still afford the apprenticeship fee.

In addition to steamed buns, Pinghua would also make pancakes or cook meat soup at home and send them to Shen'er's master as a snack for him.

After Nie Shen'er reminded him, Nie Feng remembered him and said, "Okay, go say goodbye to Master Shen'er."

It has been almost two months since I first became a disciple. If I want to leave this place, I really have to tell him. The martial arts master is called Zhang Dali. He used to be a very upright person. Whenever the neighbors have any difficulties, Zhang Dali will help them. If I want to leave suddenly, I really have to tell him.

Nie Feng was pushing the cart, and Nie Shen'er was sitting on it, her legs and feet shaking. In fact, her mind was on a child in Zhang Dali's family.

The child was very cute. Every time Nie Shen'er went there to learn martial arts, the child would follow behind Shen'er and call her "sister". She was reluctant to let her go when she suddenly left.

Zhang Dali lived deep in a street populated by ordinary people. There was a mixed crowd there, with all kinds of people, some dressed gorgeously, some dressed simply. There were even countless poor people like Nie Feng.

Nie Shen'er has been here many times and has become familiar with the neighbors.

There were two old ladies sitting at the door picking vegetables. When they saw Nie Shen'er, they greeted her with a smile, "Shen'er, come and study!"

Then he noticed that there was a pretty girl following Nie Feng. She looked young and looked 80% similar to Shen'er, especially her beautiful big eyes. Some people would believe that she was Shen'er's sister.

"Is this Shen'er's mother?" An old woman looked at Pinghua and said, "She's really pretty, just like the young lady. Nie Feng, you're so lucky."

Another old lady laughed teasingly.

Pinghua's pretty face turned slightly red, "Hello."

"Hello, hello, you are here so early in the morning. Is there something urgent?" the old aunt asked with concern.

Looking at these three people, except Shen'er, the two adults both looked like they had not had a good rest, which made people wonder if something had happened.

Nie Feng smiled and shook his head. "Nothing. I'm here to see Shen'er's master. If I come earlier, I can see him sooner."

Shen'er was holding a bag of steamed buns in his arms, and there were some pickles that Pinghua had made earlier on the cart. They planned to give them to Zhang Dali together as a final farewell.

When they reached the end of the street, Nie Feng knocked on Zhang Dali's door.

Soon, a rough voice said, "Here it comes!"

A tall man with a half-beard opened the door and saw Nie Feng and Shen'er and Pinghua behind him. The man grinned:

"Brother Feng, you're here so early!"

Nie Shen'er had already jumped off the cart and stood behind her father with her back straight. Seeing Zhang Dali, she smiled sweetly and stuffed a bag of steamed buns into Zhang Dali's hand.

"Good morning, Master. This is my filial tribute today."

"Good boy!" Zhang Dali patted Nie Shen'er's head gently, accepted the steamed bun without hesitation, and looked at the screen flower again. He smiled heartily and said politely:

"You must be Mrs. Nie, right? The pickles you make are so delicious. I've been wanting to thank you in person for a long time!"

"As long as you like it!" It was also the first time that Pinghua faced the master that Shen'er often talked about. She was infected by his hearty laughter, and the worries in her heart were reduced a little.

"Come in first!" Zhang Dali opened the door as wide as possible and helped Nie Feng pull the cart in. Looking at the belongings on the cart, Zhang Dali's eyes flashed and he realized something was wrong.

"Is Sister Shen'er here?" A cheerful voice came from inside the house, and then the door was opened.

A thin boy came out and went straight to Nie Shen'er.

The boy was delicate and handsome, and his voice when calling Shen'er sounded like it was filled with sugar, very pleasant to the ear.