Dao Zong Xie Chen × Yao Zong Chen Jiyou
I briefly conceived a short story before, and I submitted it to the competition for essays.
At that time, when I was young, I encountered the famous sword competition for the first time. I was covered with scars under the light and shadow of the sword. They were all soaked in the bitter soup. The dense vegetation was burned in the heat and my eyes were blurry. Even so, I woke up in the middle of the night and grinned in pain. When I woke up the next day, it was even worse. She had no appetite at all, but she still refused to close the scabbard despite dragging her body. She took a few mouthfuls of food in the middle of the morning and then followed her brothers out early in the morning and returned home in the evening. This desperate look made the master and sister anxious. She was too strong for such a young age.
One day, Chen Jiyou came back from Changbai and came to deliver a letter for his master. Thinking that his junior sister had not been home for a long time, he took his favorite snacks from his childhood as a way to express his condolences. As soon as I entered the house in the evening, I found that there was a strange boy in my junior sister's home. He was a new disciple. He looked weak and looked like a new disciple who had just arrived and had no support.
The junior sister trusted her senior's medical skills the most. When she saw this, she wanted to ask him to take a look at how to make the injury heal faster and make the child suffer less.
Chen Jiyou just looked at it from top to bottom and took the prescription. Instead of checking his pulse and opening his clothes to check for injuries like usual, Chen Jiyou took a moment to pick out a pack of newly made candies from his full luggage and handed it over: "Here, Junior Sister Xiaoye and I made this together. I usually just need to drink the medicine and eat a few more candies if it hurts. It should be relieved." Xie Chenban Doubtfully, he took it and held it in his mouth. The sweetness covered up the bitterness of the herb. When he looked up, he saw the caring expressions of his master and his wife. Thinking of all the new injuries and old pains on his body, and all the heartache for him, the mist of dissatisfaction covered his tears. We did not meet close relatives by chance, but to be accompanied and cherished by such deep and loving companionship. It was rare for him to be so full in his heart during his journey.
On the side, Chen Jiyou was thinking, have you heard that Zhoushan advocates martial ethics and does not give sweets to children? He was so moved that he cried. Did he eat too much and the toothache affected his sword practice? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile. Feeling embarrassed, he touched the child's head harshly.
Xie Chen vaguely saw the smile at that moment, the sunrise, the bright sky and the clouds, but it was nothing more than that, and he thought he was a rigid doctor who was difficult to get along with. From then on, when his master and uncle were away, Xie Chen would take the initiative to go to his "uncle". He was sweet-talking and diligent, and Chen Jiyou didn't think it was a hindrance. He said he wanted to repay a favor and couldn't refuse.
In all of this, Uncle Ba Dao, who was not doing his job properly, was the first to notice something strange. He said to the blue bird in Xie Chen's arms: "You really want to worry about the parrot. He doesn't care about people and he doesn't know how to raise birds. And he used to..." Thinking of all the things in the past and the death of the man, Wen Yun was halfway through his words and didn't want to go on.
The words were meaningful, and it was rare that Xie Chen nodded in such a serious manner: "But the little bird will be obedient." The young man lowered his head and rubbed the beautiful green feather, and flew happily to Chen Jiyou's home.
As the figure walked away, Liu Wenyun remembered the drunken chat with Chen Jiyou: "You tricked an errand boy with just a few sweets. What a blessing, Youzi. This kid has different thoughts about you and me." Liu Wenyun couldn't understand how such a smart nephew could be bought off by sweets. He was still old, cranky, and had no vision.
"That's not a lie, he is not a child now." On the other hand, Chen Ji was worried and calm, as if he was drunk but not drunk.
Intention: May young people get what they want