Chapter 335

"Little brother, this is my homemade liquor. Take a SIP to warm up, and I'll take you home for treatment."

The middle-aged man took out the sheepskin wine bag from his waist, pulled out the cork and poured a large amount of liquor into the young man's mouth, which also made the young man in black cough violently and constantly, but his pale and bloodless face recovered a little ruddy at the moment.

Directly behind the young man, the middle-aged man held the child in his arms again, braved the cold wind and snow, and quickly disappeared into the snowy street.

Creak.

The slightly mottled door was pushed open, and the cold wind rushed in. The middle-aged man quickly entered the house with the youth on his back, and then quickly inserted the door, which made him feel a little warm.

"Mom, we're back."

As the child's voice sounded, a woman like a young woman stepped out of the wing room. She was wearing a linen robe and didn't touch any powder on her face. Although she was not a beauty, she was also like a small jasper.

"Brother Shan, he... Who is he?" When she saw the young man on her husband's back, the young woman made a sound of surprise.

"Mom, this big brother almost froze to death outside. My father and I saved him home. If you want to blame him, blame Han er." Knowing his own situation, the child was deeply afraid of his mother's dissatisfaction, so he quickly apologized to his mother first.

"Silly han'er, saving people is a good thing. How can my mother blame you."

The young woman smiled and stroked the child's bun, but her smile was reluctant. It was not that she didn't want to help the young man in white, but the family was already very poor. It was difficult to say whether she could spend the cold winter with more mouths.

"Cher, I'm sorry, this little brother..."

The middle-aged man's voice was a little cramped, but before he could finish his words, the young woman quickly came to him and whispered, "saving people's life is better than building a level-7 floating tu. Xueer can't blame you. I'll ask Dr. Wang now."

With these words, the young woman put on her heavy fur coat, opened the door and went out of the house.

……

In the wing room, the firewood in the stove is burning, giving people an extreme sense of warmth.

The young man in black was lying on the bed. An old man in his sixties had gray hair and was sitting at the edge of the bed to feel the pulse for the young man. The three members of the family stood aside and looked at the old man slightly nervously. I didn't know whether the young man was saved or not.

"My pulse is messy and cold. I'll write out a prescription first. You go to the nearby pharmacy to get medicine, fry three bowls of water into one bowl, and take it to him every morning and evening. After seven days in a row, he can wake up and get back his life."

Dr. Wang is the only doctor of traditional Chinese medicine in the town. He is also a respected old man. He wrote down a prescription and handed it to the middle-aged man. He got up and left.

"Doctor Wang, it's really troublesome for you. Although the money is not much, please take it." The young woman took out a handful of folded paper money and handed it to Dr. Wang.

"It's all suffering people. It's snowy and it's hard for you. Forget the money." Doctor Wang refused and left, which made the three members of the family thank him more than ever.

As Dr. Wang left, the couple looked a little silent. The middle-aged man frowned and said, "the family is not rich. The medicinal materials for these seven days..."

"Brother Shan doesn't need to worry. Xueer also has a pair of earrings. She can go to the pawnbroker to change some money."

"Xueer, this must not be, this is the only thought your mother left you, this..."

Without waiting for the middle-aged man to finish, the young woman zhanyan smiled and said, "it's just a pair of earrings. It's nothing to save a life."

……

Seven days later.

The snow never stopped on cold days.

In the middle of the house, the stove was burning. Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes. What he saw was a young face. Then there was the sound of excited cheers of children in the whole house.

"Dad, mom, big brother woke up, he woke up."

The sound of hurried footsteps came. The couple hurried into the room. When they saw Ye Xuan waking up, the sadness between their eyebrows disappeared.

Ye Xuan supported his bed and got up slowly. He looked at the three members of the family in front of him. The color of confusion flickered in his eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking at the bottom of his heart.

In the past ten years, ye Xuan traveled all over the mountains and rivers and across the desert ocean. He planted a sapling himself and witnessed the sapling's life from blooming to withering.

He finally realized that what he had lost was the life of a mortal!

He walked out of the hundred flowers Valley, hid his cultivation accomplishments that moved the sky and the earth, and turned himself into a mortal. He could not show any cultivation accomplishments, and acted according to the standards of mortals.

He finally integrated into mortals. When the heavy snow came, he was like mortals, suffering from bitter cold and entering the town at a loss.

From being rescued by a middle-aged man until he wakes up at the moment, ye Xuan completely sees it in his eyes, but he is extremely confused. He also doesn't understand that it's a difficult problem for a poor family to live on their own when it's snowy. Why should we save him, a person who has never lived in his life?

Is human nature good? Is this the daily life of mortals?

Ye Xuan kept asking himself, with deep confusion in his eyes.

Don't they know that this will bring great hardship to their lives?

Heaven and earth are slaughterhouses and all living beings are pigs and dogs. Ye Xuan is Luo Tianxuan. He regards all living beings as mole ants and never cares about the idea of mole ants. But what the three members of the family do today makes him deeply confused.

"Little brother, you're cold. Drink this bowl of medicine quickly and your body will get better faster." The middle-aged man brought a bowl of steaming medicine, directly picked up Ye Xuan's body, and fed the medicine in the bowl to Ye Xuan.

The entrance of the decoction was bitter and astringent. Ye Xuan frowned. He was tasting the bitterness in the decoction carefully, and it was better to feel something he had never felt before. He could not tell the truth, but a wisp of warmth slipped quietly in his frozen mind.

"Little brother, who are you from? Why do you wear so thin and walk alone in ice and snow?" The young woman asked softly.

Unfortunately, ye Xuan didn't respond. He just lowered his eyebrows and eyes, which made the three members of the family think that ye Xuan was extremely weak at the moment, even talking was an extremely difficult thing.

"The little brother has just recovered from a serious illness and is still very weak. We'd better let him have a good rest first." The middle-aged man whispered.

"Big brother, you should get better soon." I don't know when, the child gently shook Ye Xuan's arm, and his voice was really incomparable.

"Well, han'er, you should go back and do your homework. Don't affect the little brother's rest." The middle-aged man held the child in his arms, then told ye Xuan, and the three of the family returned to their room.