Know Xu Nianan

When Lin Zhixu killed his last enemy with his own hands, the blood on his sword dripped on the snow, just like the red splash when his parents fell in front of him. In the hole where the great revenge had been avenged, only the knuckles that clenched the quilt tightly in the midnight dream still had hatred - he thought that he was already a piece of ice that could not be warmed, until the muffled sound from the corner of the street hit his ears. The first time Lin Zhixu saw the injured boy on the street corner, he was trapped under the eaves by a sudden rain. The boy huddled next to the garbage pile, like an abandoned cub. Even though he was kicked and punched by several half-grown children, there was a fire in his eyes that refused to be extinguished. That look in his eyes was very much like his own years ago. Lin Zhixu walked over with an umbrella, kicked away the violent children, and looked down at the young man: "Get up." The young man raised his head, and rain mixed with blood flowed into his eyes, but he didn't blink, he just stared at Lin Zhixu. "Follow me," Lin Zhixu's voice said without warmth, "or stay here and get beaten to death." The young man got up silently, followed him, and walked into the scary and empty house on the outskirts of the city. Lin Zhixu found him some clean clothes and asked someone to treat the wound. Finally, he asked, "What's your name?" The young man pursed his lips and said nothing. Lin Zhixu didn't force him, and just said calmly: "You will live here from now on, and I will teach you things. Since you have no name or surname, let's call him Nian'an. I will remember you here, and I will be safe every year." The two words "Nian'an" were like a stone thrown into the young man's dead heart, causing a circle of imperceptible ripples. The days went on like this day by day. Lin Zhixu taught Nianan to read and write, teach him boxing and kung fu, and teach him how to survive in this world. He doesn't talk much, has a cold temperament, and is always enveloped by a layer of unbreakable depression. Only when he watches Nian An practice his sword, will his eyes occasionally reveal a hint of unnoticeable warmth. Nian'an learned quickly, and showed a ruthless energy in both literature and martial arts. He spoke little, but his eyes always followed Lin Zhixu, like a plant growing toward the sun. When practicing swordplay in the morning, he would quietly sharpen Lin Zhixu's sword first; when reading in the evening, he would make the oil lamp brighter in advance; at night, Lin Zhixu would be awakened by nightmares, and he would always see a thin figure wandering outside the window. When he saw the light in his room, he would leave quietly. Lin Zhixu saw it all but never said anything. He thought his heart had calmed down for a long time, but he watched Nian An grow from a thin boy to a tall and upright young man, and when he looked at him, the dependence in his eyes gradually became filled with hot emotions, and his heart, which had been silent for a long time, actually began to beat uncontrollably. That winter was extremely cold, and Lin Zhixu's old illness relapsed, causing him to cough and be unable to sleep all night long. Nian An came in with a bowl of hot ginger soup, sat on the bedside without any explanation, and wrapped his hand in her palm. "Master," Nian'an's voice was clear and clear like a young man's, but also revealed unquestionable determination, "I have grown up." Lin Zhixu was startled and wanted to withdraw his hand, but he held it tighter. "You were the one who protected me in the past," Nian An lowered his head, and the hot air brushed the back of Lin Zhixu's hand, "From now on, I will protect you." The snow was still falling outside the window, and Lin Zhixu looked at Nian An's eyes, which were very close at hand, and his own shadow was clearly reflected in them. The chill that had accumulated in my heart for many years seemed to be dispelled bit by bit by these warm hands and this hot gaze at this moment. He finally understood that the two words "Nian'an" were not only his expectations for the boy, but also a gift from fate to himself - after half a life of chaos, he finally had someone who could put his mind at ease, someone who could warm and support each other with him. [Not updated on time] The inexperienced Lin Zhixu (shou) x the pure and dedicated Nian An (gong) So don't pick up children and bring them home*??????? Intention:...