Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 928 Late, Waiting (Part [-])

The depths of winter begin with feathery snowfalls.

Fortunately, everyone harvested a lot of potatoes, sweet potatoes, persimmons and lotus root in autumn, so we don't have to worry about food.

The adults were sitting around the fire, but the children were full of energy. They held hands and ran out into the snow wrapped up like a ball, slipping one after another like little balls.

The men were worried and wanted to call the children back, but the mother said: "What are you afraid of? You just have to go out. If you can't bear the cold, what can you bear?"

The winter is cold, and a thick layer of snow has accumulated everywhere. No one expected that this year's snow would be so thick and dense, and the spare firewood could not stand the burning, and many people in the village were frozen in the winter. She started to cough, but fortunately Song Wanzhi had accumulated a lot of herbal medicines on weekdays, so she boiled a big pot and asked everyone who was sick to drink some to keep out the cold.

Although it was very cold in winter, the women in the village went to the nearby forest to chop firewood after the snow stopped, fearing that they would not be able to survive the winter.

On this day, Song Wanzhi was laying something for Ah Zhu's nest, and Ah Ying ran over anxiously: "Young Master Xiao is gone! He's gone!"

Song Wanzhi stood up and said, "What happened? Take your time."

Ah Ying said anxiously: "Daddy made some pancakes, I wanted to send them to Mr. Xiao, but there was no one in the house. I also searched for a place to warm up the fire, but I couldn't find anyone. In such a cold day, he Where are you going?"

Song Wanzhi said: "Don't worry, wait a little longer. He is used to being alone, so he might be somewhere now."

Aying nodded.

But after waiting for less than a stick of incense, Ah Ying couldn't wait any longer.

Song Wanzhi said: "Sister Ah Ying, don't panic, let's go and have a look, maybe the person has come back."

Aying nodded.

Song Wanzhi and Ah Ying walked there together, but the house was still empty. Ah Ying called a few times, but there was no response.

Not even Snow Wolf was outside.

Song Wanzhi said: "You see that the door is closed from the outside, probably because he wants to go out for a walk alone, nothing will happen."

Ah Ying asked anxiously: "But where can he go? Mr. Xiao won't just leave like this?"

Song Wanzhi shook her head: "No. If he hasn't come back by noon, we'll go find him."

Ah Ying just nodded.

However, when it was almost noon, Aying stood at the entrance of the village and still couldn't see anyone. She couldn't hold back anymore, she was about to cry, and then quickly went to tell others.

Everyone became anxious when they heard that Xiao Xue's voice hadn't been seen for a long time, and then the big guys started to look for it together.

We first searched together, and then divided into several groups to search, but everywhere was white, their voices were drowned in the endless snow, without any echo, until night fell, there was still no news.

Everyone was worried that he would go back first, so they sent someone to look for it, but the door was still closed, even Song Wanzhi felt that something was wrong.

The people dispersed more and more, and in the end, Song Wanzhi and his group simply separated and made an appointment for an hour to meet here no matter whether they found it or not.

Song Wanzhi took the torch and continued walking towards the depths of the forest.

There was a thick layer of snow that had accumulated for many days. Song Wanzhi walked forward slowly one by one. After walking for a while, he found blood.

She looked at the blood, frowned, and continued to move forward.

And as she moved forward, she saw more and more blood, and a bunch of dead wolves.

At the beginning, there were only a few wolves, then there were dozens of wolves, and at the end, there were hundreds of wild wolf corpses.

Song Wanzhi squatted down and saw the marks of those wild wolves being torn by sharp teeth, as well as the marks of being cut by knives. She immediately understood that Xiao Xuesheng might have met a pack of vengeful wolves when she went out.

He killed three wild wolves that day, leaving behind his breath, or there were wild wolves in the dark who saw him, so he endured it for so long until he met Xiao Xuesheng again.

At that time, Xiao Xuesheng probably chose to send the wild wolf deep into the forest. If he returned to the village, the people in the village would inevitably be affected.

this person……

For a moment, Song Wanzhi felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

She continued to move forward, and finally saw the end of a field of wild wolf corpses. The little snow wolf was covered in blood. After this fight, it was obviously exhausted, but it was still warming itself with its own body temperature. Xiao Xuesheng kept licking his exposed skin with his tongue to keep him warm.

When it saw Song Wanzhi, it let out a "owwow".

Even if it doesn't like her very much, it knows that this girl is someone who can help him.

When Song Wanzhi stepped forward, Xuelang moved away with all his strength, letting out Xiao Xuesheng, who was also covered in blood.

Song Wanzhi stepped forward, took his pulse immediately, checked his body, and found that he was fine.

As long as you are saved in time, there is no need to worry about your life.

She pulled Xiao Xuesheng, then carried him on her back, looked back at Xuelang: "Can you?"

The snow wolf panted heavily, and drops of blood fell out of its mouth, which was shocking.

Song Wanzhi wanted to reach out and touch it, but in the end he couldn't do it.

This is an animal that doesn't need sympathy, or the warmth of others.

It only needs to fight alone, live alone, complete its own protection, and do everything.

Song Wanzhi walked forward step by step with Xiao Xuesheng on his back.

After walking for a while, she looked back at the snow wolf, and saw that it dragged its bitten off back and followed Song Wanzhi step by step, still in a guarded and protective posture.

Song Wanzhi didn't look back anymore, but walked slowly outside with Xiao Xuesheng.

Snow Wolf followed behind, blood rolling down its body, drawing a blood-red shadow in the snow.

When Song Wanzhi carried Xiao Xuesheng out, Ah Ying and the others saw that Song Wanzhi hadn't come back yet, so they looked for him in the direction where Song Wanzhi left, and after a short while they saw Song Wanzhi walking out with Xiao Xuesheng on his back .

Ah Ying and the others rushed over immediately.

Ah Ying carried Le Xiaoxue on her back, and then ran back while crying.

Back in the village, Song Wanzhi hurriedly bandaged Xiao Xuesheng's wounds. Although it looked scary, none of the wounds were critical, Song Wanzhi had to admire.

How many life and death struggles did this young man have to have such forbearance and judgment?
In this world, everyone is too difficult.

-

When Xiao Xuesheng woke up, it was already a day later, when he smelled the smell of medicine all over his body, he frowned, and then wanted to tear all those things off his body.

However, as soon as he moved his hand, Song Wanzhi came over. She stood at the door, looked at Xiao Xuesheng, and said, "Are you awake?"

Xiao Xuesheng did not move.

Song Wanzhi said: "I know you can stand up, now, I need your help, if you still want that snow wolf to live."

"It didn't dare to enter the house, and it didn't let me look at its wounds, which are much more serious than yours,"

"Go and persuade it."

The snow wolf huddled there, the snow-like fur had long been a mess, the blood was coagulated together, muddy and messy, in lumps, its broken leg stood there, and one eye was covered by the wolf. His paw was scratched, and it was swollen, and he couldn't open it anymore.

Xiao Xuesheng stood there looking at it.

He was expressionless.

Xuelang raised his head and looked at him, as if he wanted to rub against him, but when he looked at the threshold, he shrank his body back.

Then, it raised its head again and looked at him.

One person and one wolf looked at each other like this.

After a while, Xiao Xuesheng squatted down, then stretched out his hand, and landed on the wolf's head.

smile.

-

The snow wolf was allowed to come to the house. Since Xiao Xuesheng had the hand that fell, the bandaged snow wolf tore off its docile and obedient mask, and began to occupy Xiao Xuesheng's bed. The table, even Xiao Xuesheng's rice bowl.Even if the wound is still not healed, it will go to the mountain to pick up a few pheasants, and then throw it in front of Xiao Xuesheng.

This young man, who used to ignore this snow wolf, unexpectedly became infinitely indulgent towards this snow wolf.

So, it was on his bed, and it occupied more than half of his table. Xiao Xuesheng also began to share half of the few pheasants, and then roasted half by himself.

Song Wanzhi looked at the man and wolf eating meat in front of the fire, and asked, "Do you want to change the name of Snow Wolf?"

Xiao Xuesheng said calmly: "I don't even have a name, what name does it want?"

It was only then that Song Wanzhi remembered that this boy was not called Xiao Xuesheng at first, and his father, the legendary invincible Emperor Qin, never cared about him, never gave him a name.Later, Qi Ying tattooed the word "A Chou" on his face, and called him "A Chou, A Chou" whenever and wherever, but he was just a plaything.

The tung trees stand there withered, and the snow accumulates on the branches, and the wind will shake off a layer.

Under the tree, there is only one person and one wolf.

-

On the distant mountain outside the village, a mountain of plum blossoms bloom like clouds, which can be smelled ten miles away.

A rare day without snow.

Song Wanzhi looked at the plums on the mountain, and thought of the west mountain where he first saw Su Mengchen, the huge plum tree stretched out on the Baizhang cliff, and the plum trees all over the mountain.

I don't know what's going on with Xishan outside at this time?
Where is the farmer from Xishan that I met now?
Song Wanzhi held the basket, and then greeted Ah Ying, saying that she might have to go out for a while and come back later, so she should not worry.

A'Zhu nestled in her basket and followed to the Red Plum Mountain.

Song Wanzhi was going to collect some plum blossoms to make tea.

A basket of red plums.

I don't know when it will start snowing again.

The red plums in the snow cage, which were only fine powder at first, turned into heavy snow at some point.

She stood there, looking at the plum blossoms that looked like red clouds in front of her, and let the snowflakes fall.

She suddenly began to miss him, very much.

It has been nearly a year, because of the waiting that I believe, so I can be gentle when I miss someone, because I think that I will get along with each other for a long time in the future.

But at this moment, she was alone in the silver-clad world.

She took a conch from her sleeve, but couldn't say anything more.

Sometimes, it is so simple to miss someone, but it is also so difficult.

She stood there silently, seeing that the sky was about to fall, she bent down to help A'Zhu brush off the white snow all over her body, just about to pick him up and follow him back.

Her hand froze suddenly.

The snow powder fell on the ground little by little, as if it fell silently. In the ten-mile plum blossom forest, heavy snow powder fell from the plum branches little by little.

There was a rustling sound.

But in such a dense voice, a footstep sounded.

It was obviously so far away, so far away that she couldn't hear it clearly with her current hearing ability, but at this moment, that voice seemed to be coming from the end of thousands of mountains and rivers, smashing the red dust of this place like snow little by little.

She stood up and turned around.

Whose world is suddenly beautiful because of this glance?
The snow is so vast that no one can be identified, and the whole body is vaguely covered with snow, which has been weathered for a long time, but it is not stained at all.

Song Wanzhi blinked and almost shed tears, but in the end, she could only turn the faint trembling into a smile.

After a year of tossing and turning, where is the world?

he comes.

she ran.

Heavy snow covered their bodies.

Song Wanzhi opened his mouth, opened his mouth again, and called him just now: "Meng Chen."

He looked at the girl in front of him, then stretched out his hand, gently and fiercely, and took her into his arms.

Ten miles of plum blossoms have faded away, only the wild white sandalwood is just blooming, how many times a long-lost reunion has appeared in dreams.

He ran his hands through her hair, pulling her into his chest.

He opened his mouth and smiled, but his voice was low and hoarse.

"Late, long wait."

　Happy New Year's Eve~ Everyone have fun at night~ The old year is gone, and the coming year will be even better. I wish you health, safety, and happiness~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)