Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

In the morning, it was foggy, and Weiyang Changye added a thick layer of snow outside, and the tenants downstairs have already started betting on when the snow will stop.

Ye Wuchen lay on the bed until the sun was high, and kept recalling the things in the dream, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out why he had such a dream.

The two systems have left, so it has nothing to do with them, but this dream is so real, it can't be that someone cursed him to have nightmares every day, right?

Even Lang Luan didn't have such a big enmity with him.

These dreams are not coherent, but it is incredible that the details can be recalled in casual recall.

He was about to lose his mind, and in the end he could only come up with one explanation—maybe he was too scared of Mo Yun when he first came back, which caused him to cast a shadow.

Ye Wuchen got up from the bed, took care of himself, and then put on a thick fox fur cape and went out. He looked at the people who were so bored that they formed a group and knocked on the door of Mo Yun's room.

Mo Yun's door was not closed at all, there was a gap left, Ye Wuchen opened the door as soon as he knocked, he stepped into the room suspiciously, and saw the dying young man lying on the bed.

He lay on his side on the bed, wrapped himself up tightly, opened his watery eyes when he heard the door open, and smiled weakly.

"Master, good morning..."

Ye Wuchen paused slightly, glanced at the stove in the room that had already been extinguished, and felt that the matter was not simple.

He went to the bed and touched the boy's forehead, it was astonishingly hot, Mo Yun dazedly rubbed the back of his hand, feeling that the hand seemed to run away, so he reached out and hugged him back.

Ye Wuchen: "..."

There are many elixir in Xanadu, but there is no medicine to deal with these minor colds. After all, no monk will suffer from such a low-level disease.

He pulled out his hand and patted Mo Yun's head, "Wait."

Ye Wuchen turned up the fire in the stove again, lit a refreshing incense in the house, turned around and closed the doors and windows, and went downstairs to find the fat boss of the inn.

The boss is blessed, he is already full of fat, but now he is even more bloated in thick cotton clothes. At this time, he is crowded at the small front desk, making calculations.

"Oh...it's a loss again." He stroked his upturned mustache, and then supported the Zhongjing crown on his head, sighing repeatedly, and the fat accumulated on his chin trembled slightly because of his shaking his head.

Ye Wuchen tapped his fingers on the table, the boss raised his head, and the sad face just now changed to a smiling face to greet him, "What's the matter? But are you dissatisfied with the room?"

"No, I'm here to ask if there is any medicine for wind and cold."

"Yes, yes, wait, I'll get it for you."

The fat boss turned around and found a few bags of medicine wrapped in kraft paper from a row of grids behind him, handed it to Ye Wuchen, walked out of the narrow counter, and opened the door of the back kitchen.

"Young Master, come with me, there is a place to boil medicine inside."

"thank you."

The chefs in the back kitchen were busy preparing dishes for the guests. As soon as they entered, they could smell the aroma of stir-frying. The fat boss nodded kindly to those who greeted him, and brought Ye Wuchen to the earthen stove. Next to the small medicine stove on the side.

He found a low stool, blew the ash on it, placed it at Ye Wuchen's feet, and smiled wrinkled his face: "Young master, can you make medicine? If not, I'll find someone to help you."

Ye Wuchen was silent for a moment, "It should."

"Okay, then I'll go outside first."

"Wait." Ye Wuchen took out a bag of broken silver and handed it to the fat boss.

The fat boss quickly waved his hands and shook his head: "No charge, no charge for this medicine."

"Why didn't you charge me? I took your medicine, and you deserve the money."

Seeing that he didn't intend to take back the money, the fat boss stomped his feet anxiously, "Young master, take it! I really don't charge any money! This medicine is for free!"

He said this a little loudly, and many people in the back kitchen looked sideways. The cook who was closer was turning over the dishes in the pan. He turned his head to look at Ye Wuchen, and smiled: "Young master, take this back. Well, our boss is not greedy for the money."

While he was speaking, the fat boss nodded repeatedly, and slipped out of the back kitchen with oil on his feet.

A younger cook heard the movement here, she came over with a bowl of water, squatted in front of the small medicine stove, skillfully lit a handful of fire, and brought Ye Wuchen back to his senses.

"My lord, don't think it's strange. This is a rule in the store. In this snowy weather, the guests will not be charged a penny except for meals."

She raised her eyes to look at Ye Wuchen who was worrying about holding the money bag, and said with a smile: "My lord, don't stick around, the child at home is sick. I'll boil this medicine for you. Go back to your room and take care of you first." Let's have a kid."

"No, I'll do it myself."

Ye Wuchen sat on the low stool, thinking about the stove that went out for no reason in Moyun's room, and seriously suspected that after he extinguished the stove last night, he kicked off the quilt and went to sleep, maybe he temporarily sealed his spiritual power to stop the guard Physical flow.

Look at the ass.

Ye Wuchen opened the medicine package and wanted to pour it into a small ceramic jar, but the cook grabbed his hand and took the lid to cover the jar.

"Don't worry, my lord, wait for the water to boil." She took the unpacked medicine from Ye Wuchen's hand, soaked it in the porcelain half-filled with water, and said softly, "Your lord, you haven't done this, have you?" ?”

Ye Wuchen nodded, not entangled in this question, but asked: "Every inn in Sichuan has this rule?"

"No, only our inn has it. The boss ordered it." She looked at the dancing flames, and her eyes glowed with heat. "The boss was a traveler in the early years, and he met the proprietress."

The firewood in the small stove made a slight crackling sound, and the cook's voice was soft and gentle, telling the past, not caring whether the people around her listened or not, she just spoke softly to herself.

"In the Tianshan Mountains, there was a time like this. The road was blocked by heavy snow. The boss and the proprietress could only stay in an inn, but the money was not enough, so they were kicked out by the owner of the inn. The proprietress was pregnant at the time and couldn't stand it. Han, the boss knelt down and kowtowed to that person, but he still couldn't get that person's mercy..."

She smiled, her emotions were inexplicable, maybe it was regret, "The snow at that time could bury a child to death, and the proprietress also died. Later, the boss opened this inn and established this rule."

The water in the medicine pot was already boiling, she drained the water from the porcelain, put the medicinal materials in, used ashes to suppress the fire in the small stove, and continued with her face propped up: "Our boss was also stupid at the time, saying that it was snowing heavily. He stayed in the store for free, and he didn’t need money for food and drink. In the end, he attracted a few rascals and lost all his money. In the end, it took a long time for a few guys in the store to persuade him to change the rules.”

"Every few years in Sichuan, there is such a snowfall. The boss counts the calculations and makes a sad face, saying that it is a loss, but if someone really can't pay for the meal, he will let people stay. .”

The cook smiled and shook her head, "He deserves it."

"Your boss is very nice." Ye Wuchen looked at the shattered flames and subconsciously said, "You look quite young, did the boss tell you this?"

The cook froze for a moment, and smiled wryly: "The person who drove the proprietress out back then was my father. Later, someone in my father's inn added more charcoal fire in winter, and it was burned—"

"My father helped me block the falling fire pillars. I escaped and was rescued by the boss. He ignored the past, accepted me as a goddaughter, and brought me to Sichuan—he said that innocent people died tragically here. The number of people is the least, and the governing sect is very responsible."

"But when I thought about what my father did back then, I really felt uneasy, so I went to the back kitchen to work as a cook."

She softly talked about the past, and the fire in the small stove was turned up and down by her callused hands. After the cook finished speaking, she looked at him again and persuaded him when she saw that he had no intention of leaving: " It will take some time for this medicine, young master, you should go upstairs to see your child, he is probably crying for dad right now."

"..." Ye Wuchen felt that Mo Yun probably couldn't call him father, although he often regarded himself as the protagonist's father when he didn't recover his memory.

"Then trouble the girl."

"Don't bother, I will bring the medicine to you later."

"Thank you."

When Ye Wuchen walked outside, the fat boss showed a simple and honest smile, and looked around at his hands, he couldn't help being puzzled when he saw that he didn't mention anything like a medicine pot.

Ye Wuchen then explained: "I don't know how to make medicine very much, a cook in the back kitchen will help me watch, I will go upstairs to see my... child."

The fat boss suddenly realized, and then scratched his head: "I'm afraid that my medicine won't get into your eyes, young master."

Ye Wuchen showed his face and smiled lightly: "How could that be?"

In the guest room upstairs, Mo Yun sat up wrapped in the quilt, waited left and right for Ye Wuchen, so he jumped out of the bed with a drowsy and unconscious mind, but stepped on the corner of the quilt and threw himself He was on all fours and couldn't get up for a while.

As soon as Ye Wuchen opened the door, he saw his "child" trying to get up and fall down under the quilt that couldn't stretch his limbs.

...Who wants to raise such a stupid son?

He hugged Mo Yun, put him on the bed, and asked Xiaoer to get a basin of cold water, and helped him to rub his forehead.

"Mo Yun, why did you turn off that stove?"

Mo Yun opened his eyes a little, pouted his lips, "It turned off by itself, I didn't touch it."

Ye Wuchen didn't speak, but pressed his red face with the back of his hand, and waited until the teenager's consciousness became blurred again before asking: "Did you sleep with a quilt last night?"

"No... I covered it!" Mo Yun reacted quickly, but his sudden increase in volume had already confirmed what Ye Wuchen was thinking.

The voice was still gentle, just a little intimidating and threatening, "Next time you toss yourself like this, I won't care about you."

Mo Yun coughed sullenly, wrapped his arms around his waist, and hugged him slightly aggrieved, "Master clearly promised me yesterday that I would sleep with you, but in the end he threw me out."

"So you torment yourself?"

"Do you want to torment Master?"

Ye Wuchen was shocked by his blunt answer, and finally he could only say dryly: "You have grown up, you can't always sleep with me."

"I only sleep with Master occasionally. Besides, I don't sleep with others. What does it matter if I sleep with my Master?"

Mo Yun's voice was a little hoarse, and the words he spoke were sticky, like the purring of a milk cat.

Ye Wuchen felt that what he said was reasonable at first, but then he quickly realized that no master would share the same bed with an apprentice who is about to be weak, right?

He poked Mo Yun's face, "Where did you learn the fallacy?"

"I realized it by myself." Mo Yun groaned, "Master kicked me out yesterday, so Master has to make up for me."

Ye Wuchen had a bit of a headache, and finally he could only say: "One last time."

"En!" Mo Yun happily responded, and then became alert: "Master, won't you kick me out again?"

"will not."

Mo Yun closed his eyes contentedly, Ye Wuchen pushed him aside again, passed the towel that fell on him through the cold water again, and put it on the boy's forehead again.

After a while, there was a knock on the door of the guest room, and as soon as the door opened, Mo Yun smelled a strong bitter smell, and heard a female voice that made him overwhelm his old vinegar.

"My lord, the medicine is ready, and we have prepared candied fruit."

Upon hearing this voice, Mo Yun quickly raised his head to look over, but he couldn't see the face of that person at all, he could only see Ye Wuchen took something from her hand, and thanked him warmly: "Miss, please take care."

"As a matter of duty, I just ask the young master to take back the money bag that fell. The rules in the store are like this, so you don't have to worry about it."

"...Okay, thank you boss for me."

"My lord has thanked you before."

After exchanging pleasantries, Ye Wuchen could only accept the money he had left on the stove, but when he turned around, he saw Mo Yun glaring at him fiercely.

He looked down at the dark concoction, did he not want to drink the medicine?

He walked to the bed and pulled off the warm towel from Mo Yun's head. Just as he was thinking of an excuse to coax the child to take the medicine, Mo Yun suddenly picked up the bowl of medicine and poured it down for himself.

The medicine was so bitter that he burst into tears.

"Master, who is that woman?" He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice.

Seeing that his face was wrinkled, Ye Wuchen fed him a candied fruit. Mo Yun might have been confused, so he bit his finger directly, waiting for his explanation.

Ye Wuchen: "..."

He really dotes on the cub too much, doesn't he?Why are you so underwhelmed?

Ye Wuchen looked at him without speaking, Mo Yun looked at him for a while, then let go of his hand shyly, and took the candied fruit away.

"Did you bite Master?"

Ye Wuchen rubbed his fingers on the dry towel while sighing, and asked suspiciously, "Why do you care so much about the people around me?"

"I..." Mo Yun bit the candied fruit and chewed it, then lay his head back on the bed, turned over to face the wall, "I just care!"

Well, without mentioning the reason, Ye Wuchen could only think for himself, and came to the conclusion that he had thought about countless times - this kid really lacks love.

After a long time, Mo Yun fell into a drowsy sleep due to the effects of the medicine. Ye Wuchen sat by the bed and helped him change the wet towel. Occasionally, when he glanced at him, he would inexplicably think of Mo Yun who had become a demon in his dream.

My heart suddenly became empty.

In order to make the wet towel stick to his forehead better, Ye Wuchen straightened Mo Yun's body, poked his face boredly, stared at his slender and curly eyelashes in a daze from time to time, resisted the desire to pull root down desire.

Everything was silent, and the sound of the charcoal burning in the stove was so clear at this moment, enveloping the two people.

I don’t know how long it will take for this snow to fall. Layers of bedding are laid on the top, and the ice below turns into water. It’s a convention. No one will deal with the snow that is higher than the waist. A reason to take a break.

The abacus in the inn was crackling, and the fat boss's pockets did not bulge. The guests made friends with others and met different lives because of the heavy snow.

The governing sect in central Sichuan is the Gujing Temple. A group of monks rang the evening bell leisurely.

They took it for granted that it snowed every few years, leisurely floating on the snow and waiting for the snow to stop. After waiting for a day or two, they went to help the people clear the obstacles.

At that time, the family fun that was locked in the house by the people also came to an end, and the traveler had enough time to rest in the inn.

The whole world has been turned upside down, ushering in a new life in the snow.