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3.5 - Daily life of raising a child

　　The mist is lingering, the morning light is slightly dew, and the foot of the mountain in the early morning is as beautiful as a natural painting without any exquisite craftsmanship.

　　This small village once had a very nice name, Xiushui Village, which means that it goes with the beautiful mountains and clear waters. Although there are not many families in the small village, fortunately it is a geomantic treasure land. Although every family is not rich and powerful, they are self-sufficient, especially Surplus grain.

　　The place has always been like spring all year round, with good weather and smooth weather, and it feels like a paradise. Of course, all of this was before the drought happened.

　　The former Xiushui Village is now like a dusty picture, old, decayed and very quiet. There are almost no other households in the dilapidated houses.

　　Because he was worried about disturbing his peaceful rest, Fang Qingyi got up and went straight to the yard for a simple wash. Then he went into the kitchen, mixed water with japonica rice and cooked some porridge. When he came out of the kitchen again, the sun was already rising.

　　Just as he was thinking about calling Ping An to bed, he heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground from the house not far away. It was the room where the man was placed last night.

　　Thinking of this, Fang Qingyi took back his steps to wake up Ping An and walked towards the room where he was.

　　The simple room, the hard wooden bed, the dim environment... everything around him was too unfamiliar. As soon as the boy opened his eyes, he instinctively wanted to get up, but unexpectedly, as soon as his toes touched the ground, he jumped forward uncontrollably. , fell directly to the ground.

　　He was lying on the ground awkwardly, but he didn't get up. If you look closely, you can see that the two completely different emotions of bloodthirsty and clarity in his eyes are rapidly alternating, just like two completely different consciousnesses struggling. Killing and fighting, the emotions in the eyes slowly subsided, and they stayed in the confusion of the void.

　　I...who am I?

　　squeak--

　　As the door opened, the person on the ground instinctively raised his head, and when he saw the appearance of the person clearly, he couldn't help but breathe tight.

　　The man came with the light. His naturally gentle and smiling eyebrows were like gurgling chūn water, as elegant as the pearlescent jade in the morning mist. He had dark green silk hair tied up with a bamboo hairpin, and his hair was slightly dyed with moisture. Between his lowered eyelids, there was an ink Her hair slowly slid down to her chest, sticking to her extremely white neck.

　　Dressed in white clothes, she is as charming as the snow. She is graceful and graceful, as clear as a god, but her temperament is like the spring breeze in March, comfortable and comfortable.

　　As soon as Fang Qingyi entered the door, he saw the young man on the ground. Seeing the young man looking at him stupidly, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart and secretly held his forehead. He quickly walked over and helped the young man back to the bed. .

　　After tucking the other person into the quilt again, Fang Qingyi said, "Don't move around if you are still injured."

　　The young man's eyes were looking at the face of the person close at hand without blinking from beginning to end, his eyes were clear and curious.

　　Fang Qingyi, who had just raised his head, ran into these eyes as pure as a newborn child. His own reflection could be clearly seen in the boy's black and white eyes.