The spring breeze blows on his face in the early morning, and the fragrance of wild flowers is mixed with the smell of moist earth. Liu Rong still closes his eyes, too lazy to look at the scenery outside the window day after day. It is rare that when no one disturbs him, he will recall those memories over and over again.

A road traveled with one's own feet.

Mountains, beaches, battlefields, palaces...

He once enjoyed the mountains and rivers with his adoptive father, compiled books, fought side by side with his biological father to guard Wucheng, and also traveled across the East China Sea with his beloved woman, and got married.

Even if this decision ends at the pinnacle of the world, he seems to have no regrets.

But as fate would have it, his life did not end in splendor, but the splendor in his life had been exhausted.

He dared not think about whether he would have made the decision that he thought was worthy of everyone if he had known that he would be in such embarrassment and unwillingness today.

Liu Rong opened his eyes and looked at the couch in the other corner of the room. The little boy on the couch turned over and the quilt fell to the ground. Liu Rong couldn't help him pick up the quilt, so he had to say: "Fan'er, your quilt

If it falls, pick it up quickly and cover it to avoid catching cold."

Xue Fan was sleeping soundly and obviously didn't hear it.

Liu Rong sighed and thought, maybe this child never knew that he was the son of King Chen, which was also his blessing. Even if the quilt falls off, he can still sleep soundly. Even if his life experience has changed, he can still live a wonderful life. Foster father, you will

Fan'er placed him here so that he could learn medical skills from Master Xue so that he could help the common people in the future. This was indeed a very thoughtful idea for him.

Xue Yiren didn't come here for a few days, and Liu Rong didn't remember the specific days. During this period, Xue Jiuming came once, gave him some medicine, gave it to Xue Fan to cook, and exchanged a few words with him.

And left.

Liu Rong had been lying on the couch for a long time and could not take care of himself. In the past, Xue Yiren helped him, but these days it was suddenly replaced by Xue Fan. Although Xue Fan was not as quick and meticulous as Xue Yiren, Liu Rong felt relaxed and comfortable.

During the few days when Xue Yiren was away, no one urged Xue Fan to get up early, and Xue Fan was finally able to sleep in for a few days. Liu Rong couldn't help but think that when he was a child, he was also very sleepy. Since he started practicing martial arts, his adoptive father

Every ten days, he would sleep for one day, and the weather would come and go. The calculations for the sixteen years were very precise, and he was really strict and kind.

At three o'clock in the morning, Xue Fan woke up in a daze. While he was washing, he asked Liu Rong: "Brother Bu Qi, when will my sister come back to cook for us? I've been hungry for eight days!"

Liu Rong said: "I'm afraid your sister is still angry with me. I don't know when she will come back."

Xue Fan rolled his eyes at him: "Didn't you say, 'If you can't bear it, you'll mess up your plans'? My sister has a bad temper, so just bear with it! You've made our jobs so angry, what good will it do to you and me?"

Woolen cloth?"

Liu Rong saw how cute Xue Fan was with her hands on her hips and stared, so she joked: "I can tolerate her bad temper, but I can't tolerate her poor cooking skills. You've had enough of the porridge she cooks."

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Xue Fan let out a long sigh, then suddenly smiled evilly and said: "Then can you bear the porridge I cooked?"

Liu Rong smiled and replied: "I can't stand the porridge you cook, but your temper is much better than your sister's."

Xue Fan cooked porridge and brought two kinds of pickles that Xue Yiren had made in winter, and chatted with Liu Rong while eating.

Xue Fan suddenly asked him: "Brother, are you really unwilling to marry my sister? Although she has a bad temper, she is also good! She has not been here for eight days, don't you miss her?"

Liu Rong no longer joked with Xue Fan, but said seriously: "Fan'er, I have already married a wife, and I can no longer provoke your sister. Moreover, I am already disabled and sick, and I am not worthy of her. There are many ways to repay your kindness.

I will never forget your kindness to me, your father, your sister, and you, and I will definitely repay you."

Xue Fan nodded and said: "I know you are a good person, brother Buqi, but you are really not worthy of my sister as you are now. However, although I don't want you to be my brother-in-law, you will always be my favorite

My brother-in-law. When I have a brother-in-law in the future, I will definitely not like him as much as my brother-in-law."

Liu Rong couldn't help but wonder: "Why?"

Xue Fan had his own theory: "Because no one in this world is worthy of my sister, but you are the only one who has self-awareness! My future brother-in-law will definitely not have such self-awareness as you."

Liu Rong was amused by this little naughty guy and laughed out loud. Xue Fan couldn't help but feel proud as it was rare to see him happy.

After the meal, Xue Fan put away the dishes and went to the courtyard to spread the herbs to dry. While he was sorting out the herbs, he imitated his sister and went in and out of the small kitchen to prepare the next meal. He was very busy.

Liu Rong has been playing the harp in the house. The sound of the harp is like spring water hitting jade, like spring rain falling on the eaves, spreading in the mountains and attracting many forest birds.

Xue Fan was busy catching birds again and forgot about the firewood that was already burning in the small kitchen.

Liu Rong plucked the strings with his fingertips and fell into deep thought. Xue Fan became playful and chased the birds away...

Suddenly, billowing smoke came out of the small kitchen. By the time Liu Rong smelled the smoke, the fire was already quite strong.

Liu Rong shouted out the window: "Fan'er! Where are you? Don't stay in the kitchen to put out the fire! Come here quickly! Fan'er! Fan'er!"

Xue Fan was playing in the distant mountains and forests. He did not hear Liu Rong's call, nor did he look back to see the fire in the kitchen.

Liu Rong didn't see Xue Fan and was worried that he was trapped in the small kitchen. He immediately dropped the piano, put his hands on the couch, turned his heavy body around with great force, and dropped his feet to the ground. He was so anxious that he didn't care about much.

He stood up suddenly.

At that moment, Liu Rong suddenly felt the existence of his legs and feet... Although they had no power, they were flesh and blood, which was a long-lost feeling!

Before he had time to be surprised, let alone joy, Liu Rong had already opened his legs and wanted to rush to the small kitchen to rescue Xue Fan.

However, his left leg stepped firmly, but his right leg was not flexible. At this time, he stumbled and fell to the ground.

He had been practicing martial arts with his adoptive father since he was a child. He could not remember the last time he fell. After feeling dazed, the pain in his knee made him extremely excited.

After lying on the bed for four years, his legs and feet were weak and weak, so he had to struggle to get up, feeling the difference between his left and right legs, and walked towards the crutches in the room with great difficulty.

The shiny and smooth bamboo cane was made for him by Xue Fan.

He knew that Xue Fan had always believed that since the two of them were eating and living together, Xue Fan would be the first to stand up when he saw him stay, so Xue Fan once told him: "Don't abandon brother, wait until you stand up, Fan'er

I will hand the crutch to you personally."

Liu Rong limped, leaning on a bamboo cane, shouting "Fan'er" and hurried to the kitchen.

He covered his mouth and nose and rushed into the kitchen. After looking around, he didn't see Xue Fan trapped here. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to lift the iron bucket filled with water to put out the fire, but he couldn't lift the iron bucket at all, so he had to give up.

, and left the kitchen before trapping himself here.

A raging fire was burning in front of him, but he had no power to restrain the chicken.

The small kitchen is not far from his and Xue Fan's house. Although the breeze is weak at this time, the fire may not spread wildly, but there are unfinished herbal medicine classics, several medical books and a piano in the house. In case the fire spreads to the house

, which was really a pity. So Liu Rong walked back to the house with difficulty, took out the objects in the house one by one, placed them under the pomegranate tree dozens of steps away in the small courtyard, and pressed them with his piano.

books.

After calling "Fan'er" a few more times and getting no answer, Liu Rong knew that Xue Fanying had gone to play far away.

He stood alone on a path filled with wild flowers, watching the fire and smoke slowly engulf the small kitchen before he had time to take a closer look.

In the smoke of war in the past, I led the troops with my sword and never hesitated.

Now the fire is burning in the stove, but I can only stand still with a crutch...
Chapter completed!