Boy Chopping Wood and Sword

At dawn, Ah Xiu tried to get up, but the pain radiating from the bones and meridians throughout his body made it extremely difficult for the young man to breathe, and he involuntarily made a heavy breathing sound in his throat. A pair of big hands gently pushed the young man back onto the bed, then made a silent gesture with his hands, and then covered the young man with a quilt. He didn't say a word, but just looked at the sweaty young man quietly. As if talking to himself, he said: "It won't be long before your legs can move normally, and then this world will be free for you to roam." Ah Xiu tilted his head and looked at the twilight middle-aged man in front of him. He didn't say anything, but looked at the man's back tenderly. The only person who could make the young man show such an expression was Uncle Lin. "Uncle Lin, a person with roots cannot go very far. He will eventually go home." The young man's clear eyes were frightening: "Uncle Lin, short legs are a shackles to me, and I am also a shackles to you." "I have to do something. It may take a long time. You, Li Sheng and the others can live a good life." After saying this, Lin Bo strode out and said before the sun fully rose. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.