there is snow

", suddenly smiled.

(Eight)

Dong Lai walked home angrily, he had never been so embarrassed and ashamed as today, with so many people watching, the anger in his heart was like a raging fire, the sun was scorching, and his skin was burning hot and painful.

A small oil-paper umbrella was lightly placed on his head like this.

Pei Donglai turned his head, the tall man had a friendly smile on his face, but it was a completely unfamiliar face.

"What are you doing?" Pei Donglai asked coldly.

"Help you get an umbrella." Before the man finished speaking, Pei Donglai punched him on the bridge of the nose. Walk.

"Shame on you! A person who practices martial arts is still doing sneak attacks!" The man covered his nose with his hands and jumped on the spot, full of childishness.

Pei Donglai turned his head and showed him a smug smile. The man looked at him and stood there blankly.

The two add up to three and a half years old, no more.

After Pei Donglai returned home, he realized that the umbrella was actually his own. He personally engraved the word Pei on the handle of the umbrella. He couldn't remember where he had seen that person. As soon as he put the umbrella on the table, he ordered people to prepare water for bathing.

The hot water relieved some of the muscle tension, and in Donglai's mind flashed a man yelling that he was shameless, and thought it was funny, and he couldn't help but feel better, it was so strange.

The door suddenly squeaked, and Dong Lai snorted coldly, knowing who it was.The scholar rolled up his sleeves and limped in with hot water.

"Donglai." The voice was full of flattery, and Pei Donglai ignored him with a cold face.

"Dong Lai, is the water cold? Shall I add some hot water for you?" Zhu Xiaolian's legs and feet are not yet sharp, and he is a person who does not do heavy work. He is holding a wooden bucket and shaking his head. Dong Lai squinted and turned his head to look He, Zhu Xiaolian smiled flatteringly.

He picked up the hot water and poured it into the bucket. Fortunately, Pei Donglai's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick to grab it, but Zhu Xiaolian's hands were shaking violently.

Pei Shaoqing yelled angrily: "Are you going to burn me to death?"

Zhu Xiaolian's face was flushed red, Pei Donglai stared at him fiercely, angrily and amused at the same time.

You talk about this person, you can't beat him or scold him, he can really make people laugh.

"Forget it, let's go out." Dong Lai sat back in the bucket as if resigned to his fate.

Zhu Xiaolian stood behind him and didn't speak for a long time. Donglai was surprised, but he didn't look back because of face. After a while, Zhu Xiaolian said, "Donglai, do you think I'm particularly useless?"

The first half of the sentence was okay, but the second half of the sentence was steamed up, which made Dong Lai feel uncomfortable and flustered.

Zhu Xiaolian stood and muttered, speaking faster and faster, mixed with choking, Donglai couldn't hear what he was saying at all, but Pei Shaoqing knew that if he didn't stop Zhu Xiaolian, this scholar would very likely be depressed today The shadows of the corners of the house blend into one.

Dong Lai interrupted him suddenly, and said softly, "Brother, wipe my back."

Zhu Xiaolian choked, and immediately responded happily, picked up a soft cloth and carefully wiped Baizi's delicate skin.

Just saying "big brother" can coax you well, but it's not very promising.

"Hiss...it hurts! Get the hell out of here!"

"Come from the east..."

"roll!"

(nine)

Zhu Xiaolian's leg fell badly, and he was able to walk that day, but the next day it was so swollen that he couldn't move.

The doctor came to see him, and he only said that Master Zhu had been injured for a hundred days, so let him take good care of him.

Bao Zheng smiled and promised the doctor: "He was raised at home every day, so it's fine."

Zhu Xiaolian was so angry that he wanted to pinch him but couldn't catch up.

Bao Zheng supported him and said, "Okay, my ancestors, if you drop the other leg, you will be paralyzed on the bed."

"Buy me a pair of crutches, I can't let you keep supporting me." Zhu Xiaolian supported Bao Zheng and asked.

"Xiao Leng's senior brother is very good at making these things. It shouldn't be a problem to ask him to make a pair?" Bao Zheng asked Leng Xue, but the youngest thought about it and didn't say anything.

"No, just find a master to do it. Iron-handed catchers don't have the time to take care of this." Zhu Xiaolian was a little hesitant seeing Leng Xue, afraid of embarrassing him, but Leng Xue nodded and said: "Invite him to come home tomorrow."

The next day, Tie Youxia really came.

This iron head catcher does not look like a head catcher at all. When he came here, he was wearing a rough black jacket. The exposed arm muscles were covered with tattoos, extending upwards and protruding from the neck. His eyes were gloomy and sharp, and his chin was small. The beard made him look extremely vicious.

Leng Xue walked in front of him, waved his hand, and said, "My third senior brother, Tie Shu Tie You Xia."

Tie Shou didn't say a word, he clasped his fists together as a greeting, Zhu Xiaolian and Bao Zheng looked at each other, they didn't know how to greet each other.

Tie Shou raised his eyes to look at Zhu Xiaolian, and asked, "Is this young master in need of a crutch?"

His voice was rough and thick, just like his appearance.

"Yes, it's me. Trouble Mr. Tie." Zhu Xiaolian hurriedly supported the chair and stood up. The scholar was startled by the iron hand grabbing his wrist. He instinctively retreated. The iron hand was taken aback, knowing that he was a bit rude, so he quickly let go , and the speech was broken: "Yes, I just want to measure the size roughly, and then make a walking stick for the young master."

"It's okay, I made too much fuss." Zhu Xiaolian waved his hands again and again, and stood obediently for Tie Shou to measure. This time, Tie Shou was obviously much softer.

Bao Zheng turned his head to look at Leng Xue, Xiao Leng was used to it.Master Bao sighed secretly, the six doors are a bunch of rough guys.

The iron hand is an old experience, and the size was quickly measured, and it was promised that it would be ready in one day.

He was about to leave after finishing his work, but Bao Zheng stopped him and asked, "Master Tie, forgive me for being a big brother, I don't know if it's okay for my Leng Xue to be at Six Doors recently?"

Tie Shou glanced at Leng Xue: "Junior Brother Leng is very capable, so be tougher in doing things."

The implication is that cold-blooded is too impulsive.Tie Youxia spoke bluntly and without politeness.

Observing the cold-blooded expression, Bao Zheng thought he would be angry, but he was mostly forbearing. For some reason, he always felt that he was a little jealous of his brother Tie.Bao Zheng said with a smile: "Xiao Leng has a withdrawn personality, and if he doesn't do well, I hope Tie Butou can take care of him."

Tie Shou was silent for a long time, so long that Bao Zheng was embarrassed, just when Mr. Bao thought he would ignore him, Tie Shou said, "He's always been injured recently."

Bao Zheng was taken aback.

Tieshou is not a person who likes to talk about right and wrong and family affairs, and Leng Xue has obviously become angry. Tie Youxia said, "I'll send you the crutches when I'm ready", and left Kaifeng Mansion.

Bao Zheng pondered over his words, and it was rare for Zhu Xiaolian not to speak.

"I'm fine." Cold Blood said.

"Is it wolf's poison?" Bao Zheng said, "You haven't committed a crime for a long time."

"I don't know." Leng Xue said the truth, he didn't know what happened to him.

"Maybe I'll study animal medical books instead of human ones." Bao Zheng smiled wryly and patted his cold-blooded waist, "Be careful yourself, I will find a way."

"No." Sometimes stubborn as cold-blooded, arguing is pointless.

Bao Zheng stopped talking.

Chapter 10-12

(ten)

When Leng Xue went to the six doors every day, besides his broken sword waist, he also wore a butter paper umbrella, and Zhui Ming jokingly asked him if he was not afraid of making a mistake when facing the enemy?Leng Xue didn't know whether he didn't understand his joke or didn't want to talk to him at all, and he got used to chasing his life.

Today's Leng Xue is a little different, besides the sword and umbrella, he is also carrying a jar of aged wine and ten catties of pork.

"Leng Xue, we are fast catchers, but we don't accept gifts from ordinary people." Zhui Ming was telling a difficult joke again, and Leng Xue said, "This is for Iron Hands."

"He doesn't drink, I'll drink it for him." Zhuiming reached out to take it, and the sword was about to be drawn out in a second of cold blood, the third senior brother smacked his lips and shouted: "If you don't give it, I won't give it, can you just say it! Someday If you react too slowly, you will die at your hands sooner or later."

At the moment of speaking, the iron hand has already pushed Wuqing out.

"This is from my elder brother, a little kindness." Leng Xue handed the wine and meat to Tie Shou, Tie Youxia did not refuse, took the meat, and transferred the wine to Zhuiming.

"You see, it's unnecessary, this wine is not mine." Zhui Ming was proud enough to stare at him coldly, Chasing the third senior brother embarrassedly put down the wine in his hand, and said with a sour face: "Forget it, The wine wasn't for me, if you drink it, you won't be able to make your stomach die."

Wuqing smiled slightly, and patted Tieshou's arm to signal him to put away the wine as well.

Leng Xue had nothing else to say, so after saying hello, he went to Mr. Zhuge's study to get the case files of the day.

Tie Shou put the pork in the kitchen, his home was just six doors away, and there was nothing to share, but the wine was still taken back to the room, Wuqing sat aside and watched quietly as he put the wine jar on top of the cabinet head, as if it would never be taken off to drink.Shaking his head ruthlessly, Tie Shou happened to see it when he turned his head.

"I really don't drink much, it's a pity for me." Tie Shou explained.

"You really don't understand other people's minds." Wu Qing said quietly, she thought this matter was cute and interesting, but she saw it through and didn't tell it.

"Of course I can't compare to you." Tie Shou's love for Wu Qing made Wu Qing lower his head and show an inaudible smile to his little sister.

She doesn't like to meddle in other things, and why bother with interesting things.

The cold-blooded broken sword was originally a broken sword, but it was completely broken in the confrontation with Zhui Ming for the first time. Mr. Zhuge wanted to make another one for him, but cold-blooded didn't want it. He hid in the backyard with a hammer and beat it .

"That's not how swords are made." Iron Hand didn't know whether he was passing by or looking for him on purpose.

He was originally a blacksmith, a killer, and a catcher, there is no contradiction at all.

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