Chapter 722 Returning from the Death, Scattered Flowers (5)

But she had no intention of throwing away the oil bottle, she just covered her cloak tighter and limped to the side.

Miao Hua, who was held in Wen Xien's arms like this, was so cold that he almost lost consciousness that his body was suddenly shrouded in warm breath, and the cold wind and snow were blocked from the outside. The blood warmed up, and his hands and feet were finally a little sensation.

But he was not happy about it.

Because does this mean that his heart disaster is related to Wen Xien, but unfortunately he rarely paid attention to others before, so when he thinks about Wen Xien now, he doesn’t have much memories of Wen Xien at all.

And if Wen Xien is really corrupt and colludes with the demon, he is an unforgivable person, how could he suddenly save a child with kindness?

Miao Hua covered the complexity in his eyes, was quietly held by Wen Xien, and rushed to somewhere in the wind and snow.

He knew that Wen Xien should take him to her residence.

He was well protected on the road, without any snow, and his whole body was covered with a cloak, but a layer of snow was condensed on Wen Xien's shoulders, cotton coats, and hair.

Wen Xien also lives in a small corner of this village. The yard is not big and even a bit dilapidated, which can't stop much cold wind.

The yard was also very simple. Wen Xien took the child out of his cloak and placed it in a not very thick bedding.

The child kicked down and found that the cotton in the quilt was clumping, leaving only a layer of pitiful skin, which was not warm at all.

There is a earthen kang under my body, and the whole room is filled with the smell of poverty and sorrow.

Wen Xien took off the child's clothes. The child was too dirty and still wet.

Wen Xien went to boil the water, and after it boiled, pour it out and mixed it with the cold water in the water tank, and bathed the child with a large wooden basin.

I don’t know if the child is afraid of the cold, so he doesn’t take off his clothes no matter how he persuades him. Wen Xien coaxes him for a while, but the child doesn’t get out of the bed.

Fearing that the child caught a cold, Wen Xien had to forcefully carry the child into the wooden basin.

This child is so pitiful. Wen Xien felt a little distressed: "Be good, you will feel uncomfortable if you don't take a shower."

The child's face was dark and yellow, and his eyebrows were a little unnatural. He was not a real child. On the contrary, he still didn't know that the person who had lived for hundreds of years was actually treated as a child to help take a bath. No matter how weird he thought about it, it was.

He was still making noise in the water, and Wen Xien's clothes were wet with a corner. Her lips were frozen and purple, but her tone was still gentle and patiently coaxed.

"As you please don't move around. The water will splash out and wait for a while and it won't be hot."

Miao Hua looked at her sickly pale face, and finally trembled and squatted in a large basin, obediently asking Wen Xien to clean his dirty body and knotted hair.

Wen Xien used the dim candlelight to see the various scars between the old and the new on the child's body.

A five-year-old child who wants to survive in a poor countryside can only survive a few days by stealing and snatching food with dogs. These scars are either frostbite or beaten by wooden sticks.

The child was so dirty that he washed three basins of water before he washed it.

He picked up the towel soaked in hot water, gently wiped the child's body, and then wrapped the person tightly with a clean and old cotton coat, carried it to the bed, and wiped his hair dry.

During the process of being hugged, he could clearly feel the protruding ribs on Wen Xien's body at such a close distance.

The cotton coat was worn and not thick, so that he could clearly feel the thinness. Wen Xien actually lost weight to such an extent.

In his rare memory, I only remember that this apprentice was steady and gentle, with no wrinkles on his plain blue shirt. He always bowed slightly in front of him, and his gestures overlapped and settled in front of him. It was a posture that could not be found with any flaws, as beautiful as a green pine.

But now seeing Wen Xien limping, Miao Hua's heart was extremely complicated.

Wen Xien went to another room to take a shower, and his wet hair was draped over his shoulders. Wen Xien went to cook a bowl of hot porridge.

The child had frostbite on his hands, and it was even a little ulcer because it was not processed. Wen Xien used a bottle to fill it with hot water and stuffed it into the quilt to warm the child's hands.

She held the bowl and fed it to him little by little.

"You should be hungry for a long time. You should eat some easy-to-digestible food first. The child is growing, but I don't have meat for the time being. You should just go and see if I can find some meat tomorrow."

Meat is extremely precious to Wen Xien now. She has never touched meat except for New Year's Eve. After all, the current economic situation is very poor. She always goes to the mountains to pick some medicinal materials or mushrooms and wild vegetables to buy them on the street. If you are lucky, you may be able to catch a pheasant and hare.

Maybe I really didn’t eat such warmth. The rice porridge made Miao Hua warm and his stomach filled.

Although the child is young, he has a big appetite and has only been full after eating two big bowls.

After eating, sleepiness came. Although the quilt was not very warm, it had a faint cold fragrance. In addition, holding a warm bottle in my arms, I couldn't control my heavy eyelids and fell asleep in a daze.

The child fell asleep, and Wen Xien had not yet gone to bed, so she took some money and bought some meat back.

Since being driven out by Qingxu Sect, Wen Xien has wandered around and finally fainted at the entrance of the village due to lack of energy. After waking up, he had no strength to walk anymore and settled down here.

She was seriously injured and was covered in blood when she first came to this village. The people in the village had no good impression of her, and they were even a little afraid.

Finally, she found a house in a corner of the village that seemed abandoned for a long time, and tidied it up herself and then moved in.

She has no skills, is in poor health, is still a lame man, and has no smooth hands and feet. Finally, she went to the mountain to pick some vegetables and food and sell them on the street to barely support herself.

The people in the village were very reluctant to welcome her, an outsider. Wen Xi also knew that she was covered in blood and might scare the people here, so sometimes she would help them, or their children would go to their house to take a look when they were sick. After all, Wen Xien had a good reading of the scriptures, so this minor illness could still be solved.

After three years, the villagers' impression of Wen Xien has become better and better, and even occasionally come to visit and give gifts. Although the gifts given are not expensive, they are just a dedication.

The medicinal materials collected will be sold to the shopkeeper of the pharmacy. The shopkeeper is a little old man and is kind. He knows that Wen Xien is working hard alone and will give her a few more copper coins.
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