Green tea sick beauty just wants to be a salted fish

Fu Cheng is not a person who loves to laugh, or in other words, compared to ordinary people, he is relatively unfamiliar with laughing.

In the first life, Fu Cheng was plagued by illness, and Fu Cheng struggled with the pain most of the time.

The mother is a lady from all over the world, with a gentle temperament, and always smiles without showing her teeth.

His father, on the other hand, was unsmiling and was extremely strict with him. Even though his body was unable to bear the consumption of normal life and study later, his father would stay in the hospital bed silently to take care of him every day, with little expression on his side.

Perhaps it was a subtle effect, and Fu Cheng rarely smiled, and every time she smiled, she always looked very jerky, and occasionally there was even a blank look in her eyes, as if she didn't know what she was doing.

But his appearance is so exquisite and beautiful, and his expression is full of ignorance like a child's, and the two are contradictory.

Even a very shallow smile can easily surprise and move people, so that they can empathize with each other, like what he likes and worry about what others worry about.

Just like Yu Hanzhou, who has a keen intuition at the moment, but with just a glance, he found the subtle difference between the expression on the young man's face and that of ordinary people.

The man couldn't help but gather himself up, and took another careful look.

At this glance, I found some clues.

This medicine jar...I'm afraid I don't even know why I am laughing at this moment, let alone why Yu Hanzhou is laughing...It's just a foolishness to follow instinct and learn.

I am ignorant but don't know it, and I think I am a big smart and a little ancestor.

Yu Hanzhou shook his head silently in his heart, motioning for the hidden guard carrying a bamboo embossed box not far away to step back.

He calmly withdrew his smile, bent down, stared at the two small dimples on the boy's snow-colored cheeks, and stretched out his hand after a while...

The rough fingertips lightly ran over the center of the dimple, revealing a small crater, which slowly disappeared.

Fu Cheng was laughing with Yu Hanzhou, and blinked suspiciously when she saw this, and then hid her smile, and said slowly, "What are you touching me for?"

He spoke arrogantly, looked at people with a bit of arrogance, looked delicate, not easy to get close to.

But Yu Hanzhou stared at his appearance, and asked in a low voice: "You took the lamp I made, and took off my folding fan. From the truth, you are lovable, so you can't even touch it?"

Fu Cheng opened her eyes slightly when she heard the words, nervously pinched the folding fan under the cloak, and said hesitantly:

"Well, then... forget it then, I don't care... After all, you think I'm pretty, and it's not incomprehensible."

"But next time, don't touch me casually."

Yu Hanzhou gave a low laugh.

He bent down to take the lamp in Fu Cheng's hand, took out the torch, and lit the remaining wicks in the lamp one by one.

Fu Cheng looked curiously, and saw that after the dozen or so wicks were lit, various exquisite patterns were printed on the surface of the simple and elegant glazed lamp.

The palace lantern rotated slowly, as if it was very similar to the revolving lantern that I had heard of.

Fu Cheng took the lamp curiously, raised it up and looked at it carefully, and found the first pattern after a while, and looked down slowly.

That seems to draw a story...

The young boy was born in a dilapidated small mountain village. He grew up eating a lot of food, but he has a persevering personality and studies hard. Every day before dawn, he hikes over a mountain to go to the private school on the other side of the mountain as a sprinkler The cleaning boy, even if the straw sandals on his feet are worn out and bleed, he can do it rain or shine.

Every time he finished his work, the boy hid outside the door and listened to his master's lecture.

Later, wars broke out outside and the plague prevailed. Many sick people fled all the way to the small mountain village.

Not long after, plague and famine followed in the small mountain village.

The boy secretly read a lot of books and knew a lot, so he persuaded the villagers to isolate the sick people, and went into the back mountain alone, where he found the herbal medicine to cure the plague, which relieved the urgent needs of the villagers.Although it cannot be cured, the situation in the village has improved a lot after all.

However, the flames of war raged, and before they could completely solve the plague, the village was occupied by foreign thieves.

The day before the bandit massacred the village, the boy was quick-witted and took almost all the villagers in the neighborhood to hide in the rice wine cellar. Then he took advantage of the night to walk the mountain road and fled from the back mountain. The villagers survived and went northward with difficulty.

The journey north to the capital is long and penniless, the boy's life is very difficult.

After surviving a whole summer and autumn and entering the harsh winter, he finally contracted an incurable disease.

In order not to drag the villagers down, he chose to stay in a refugee camp along the way.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the conditions in the refugee camp were difficult. The boy was assigned to a simple shack and was carried inside to lie there, dying.

He is naturally not reconciled. After all, at the age of three, he opened his mind and intelligently recited poems. At the age of five, he was familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics. At the age of seven, he was able to write good articles. , Even the reform laws issued by the imperial court that were widely circulated at that time were all written by him and stuffed in the master's book before they were submitted.

It is not an exaggeration to say that such a person is a child prodigy.If he is given a chance to grow up, given time, he will definitely achieve something great.

And it wasn't that he couldn't save himself at that time, it's just that in the troubled times, even if there was a prescription, there was no medicine available.

In desperation, maybe God couldn't bear to watch him die young. At this moment, the boy encountered an extremely miraculous thing.

Among the luggage he was carrying was a small thin quilt that his mother had made for him before she died. After years of sewing and mending, the quilt no longer had the original brand-new appearance and no longer fit.

But because he loves cleanliness very much, the little quilt is always tidy and warm, which is his only expectation and fantasy for family affection.

The boy couldn't move his body, endured it for more than ten days, and when he was about to die, the little pink quilt that was wrapped around him all the time, suddenly became hot for some reason.

On the second day, the boy pursed his lips and hugged the little quilt silently, and he was able to walk on the ground.

Afterwards, whenever the night was quiet, when he hugged the little quilt in his arms, he could feel an unusual heat. Occasionally, when he hugged it tightly, the little quilt would hum and chirp like a child, which was really cute.

That was probably the first and only miracle he encountered in his life, and it was the only gift his life had given him after ten years of solitude.

……

The swaying and rotating patterns came to an abrupt end.

Holding the lamp, Fu Cheng tilted her head and looked at it for a long time, then met Yu Hanzhou's deep gaze and asked slowly:

"This story doesn't make sense. He's not going to die, why did he get better all of a sudden?"

When Yu Hanzhou heard this, his face turned dark.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Fu Cheng's innocent and beautiful appearance, he explained after a while:

"Didn't you find what he's been carrying? Maybe someone saved him."

"Huh?" Fu Cheng looked carefully again, then slightly bent his eyes, and said, "I understand."

"How do you understand?" Yu Hanzhou asked him patiently.

It's just that the man's hand, which was holding the back of the wheelchair, was clearly clenched tightly, as if he could snap off that fine piece of rosewood in the next second.

Fu Cheng didn't notice this, thought it over for a while, and then said honestly: "It's not a painting. He wrote a lot of useful suggestions for the court. He also drew maps of waters in various places, and wrote various innovative farming tools. In Master’s book, it was presented to Hengyuan Academy by that old man’s hand, and the academy presented it to the National Teacher.”

"Hmm. And then?" Yu Hanzhou coaxed him in a low voice.

"Then, the national teacher may have discovered something was wrong, and sent someone to invite the old master back, but the master said that he did not create it himself. After investigation, he found that this child was the only suspect. Out of love for talents, the national teacher sent someone to rescue him. It's unknown."

"Uh..." Yu Hanzhou was silent for a moment, crushing the night pearl inlaid on the back of the rosewood wheelchair.

"Uh..." Hearing the crackling sounds coming from behind, Fu Cheng turned her head and glanced in panic.

But for some reason, the back of the chair looks quite normal...

He tilted his head, looked to the other side, and finally realized something was wrong.

Why is there a night pearl missing?

Seeing the boy looking up at him accusingly, Yu Hanzhou's Adam's apple slipped several times, Fang said to him:

"It's just that this wheelchair is not strong, and it's not worth anything. I'll replace it with an emerald and gold jade one tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, the man was probably not reconciled, he still pointed to the lamp and said: "Don't you think there is something wrong with him holding the quilt all the time?"

Fu Cheng lowered her head and took a look, and she also realized that she shyly pursed her thin red lips for a while, and said with slightly red cheeks: "Because the quilt is very soft, who doesn't like a small quilt?"

When he just became a quilt demon in his previous life, that child would hug him to keep him warm, and it was because of this that Fu Cheng didn't freeze to death in the winter... It can be said that he had been a salted fish quilt demon for several years, and the only thing he worked hard for was The first time was to rescue his child before crossing, other than that, the rest of the time was spent trying to stay alive...

Think about him as a quilt demon, if he really froze to death, it would be a shame.

Fu Cheng felt sorry for her, and said with empathy: "You are a good person, you won't let me live on the street and freeze to death, right? You've made them depend on each other for life."

Hearing this, Yu Hanzhou stared down at the young man who always spoke surprisingly.

After a while, the man sighed softly, stretched out his hand, and gently pinned Fu Cheng's soft black hair behind his ear, saying:

"Yes, I will protect you."

Whether he didn't recognize it or forgot it, after all, the person has already been pinched in his palm.

Yu Hanzhou has a lot of patience.

The author says:

Fu Cheng (scared salted fish): Woohoo, this painting reminds me of the past when I was almost frozen to death.

Yu Hanzhou (wanted to try out the little quilt by relying on memories, but suffered from Waterloo): Come into my arms.