Special Edition Fengxi

Special Edition·Fengxi

To the southeast of Fenglin City, there is a small town with beautiful scenery and simple folk customs.

A small river flows outside the town, and it has been as peaceful as this town for many years.

The 14-year-old boy is handsome, and his eyebrows and eyes give people a clean and comfortable feeling. A simple martial arts uniform restrains his already beautiful figure. Except for a long sword, there is nothing else on his body, and the whole person looks very neat.

He walked along the stream, responding to people's greetings from time to time.

"Hello, Aunt Wang."

"Hello, Aunt Hong."

"Just got back."

"I've eaten."

The women washing clothes by the river have watched him grow up, and they love this young man who went to the city alone at a young age.

This one pinched his shoulders, and that one compared his height.

In the end, they all let him go home.

The young man had a hidden worry between his eyebrows. Walking through this stream, people's care and sympathy made him more uneasy.

Walking through the familiar streets, passing by his own pharmacy, the clerks were not interested in business, and all of them had sad faces. The boy did not go in, but walked straight past, looking for his own home.

The Jiang family is a wealthy family in Fengxi Town. Jiang's pharmacy is well-known, not to mention the town. People from other towns would rather walk more than ten miles to come to Jiang's pharmacy to get medicine.

People have such a consensus - you will never buy fake medicine in Jiang's pharmacy, and you will never be short of anyone's scale, and you must buy the best quality medicinal materials in Fenglin City.

The threshold that I thought was very high when I was a child is now easily crossed. In the main room, it was Aunt Song who came out to greet the sound, her eyes were red and swollen, and she burst into tears when she saw the boy.

The boy's heart was tightly gripped: "How is my father?"

"Who is coming?"

A weak voice came from the bedroom.

Aunt Song wiped away her tears, turned around and walked in: "It's Xiaowang! Xiaowang is back to see you!"

The boy instinctively raised his feet, and suddenly he didn't dare to fall.

He bit his lower lip and walked into the inner room.

The first thing he saw was a bunk bed, with old carvings and the paint had long fallen off. His eyes hesitated for a few breaths, but finally fell down.

Then he saw the man leaning against the pillow, who was already emaciated. The skinny hands on the quilt were hidden under the sleeves, and he looked at him gently with the pair of eyes that were no longer bright.

The two looked at each other, but did not speak at the first time.

The boy's eyes went down again. There was a round stool in front of the bunk bed, and a medicine bowl was placed on the stool. The black medicine soup in the bowl was emitting hot steam.

Two-year-old Jiang Anan knelt behind the round stool. Before he entered the door, she was puffing up her cheeks and blowing hard at the medicine bowl in front of her.

Now facing her brother's sight, her black eyes were fixed there.

"Hot." She said.

Jiang Changshan on the bed laughed: "The medicine is too hot, she is helping me cool it down."

The boy began to feel sour at this time.

He didn't know why he couldn't hold it back.

He was obviously an adult.

"Why did you come back?" Jiang Changshan asked again.

"I wrote to tell him." Aunt Song helped him put in a pillow to make him lean more comfortably, and she choked up.

Jiang Changshan's tone was a little helpless: "I didn't blame you, why did you cry first, in front of the child..."

Aunt Song stopped sobbing, but tears fell in big drops.

Jiang Changshan raised his hand and wanted to wipe her tears, but he couldn't raise it.

His skinny hand fell back and sighed weakly.

Little Jiang Anan knelt on the ground, looked at his father, looked at his mother, and then looked at his brother, at a loss.

The boy walked over, picked up Jiang Anan, and held her in his arms. His calloused hands gently held her little head.

Jiang Anan's round face was comfortably pressed against his neck.

Jiang Changshan on the bed looked at them quietly, with a relieved look in his eyes.

"Haven't seen you for half a year, has Xiao Wang grown taller again?" he asked Song Ruyi.

"He's almost taller than you." Song Ruyi said, wiping tears.

Jiang Changshan looked at his son, feeling quite satisfied, and asked again: "When is the exam for the outer gate of Fenglin City Taoist Academy?"

"Next month," the boy replied.

"Do you have money to use? Ruyi, you put that drawer--"

The boy interrupted him: "I have made a lot of friends in the city. My swordsmanship is very good now, and I can take on some easy tasks and make money myself."

As he said that, he took off a purse from his waist and put it in Aunt Song's hand: "Use these for treatment first, and I'll find a way if it's not enough."

"How much did you earn?" Jiang Changshan smiled.

Song Ruyi untied the rope to show him that there were mostly silver in it, some whole ingots, some broken pieces, and some knife money.

Jiang Changshan was stunned for a long time before he said: "My son has grown up."

It was hard to describe what the tone was like, it was like relief, but also like loss.

"So you just need to rest and recuperate." The boy said, "Don't worry about money, and don't worry about me."

Jiang Changshan was silent for a while: "Ruyi, An'an should go to bed, take her to rest first. Let Xiaowang bring me this bowl of medicine later."

Song Ruyi knew that the father and son had something to say, so he put the purse on the bedside, walked over and took An'an away.

"How is it." Jiang Changshan asked, "Are you confident in the exam next month?"

The boy bent down and picked up the bowl of medicine, scooped it with a spoon, and replied casually: "Yes."

Jiang Changshan then smiled with satisfaction, and drank the bowl of medicine with a smile while being served by the young man.

"Isn't it bitter?" the young man asked.

"I can't taste it whether it's bitter or not." Jiang Changshan smiled and said, "The sense of taste has long been gone."

"Then you still laugh."

"My heart is sweet."

The young man was silent. Putting the medicine bowl aside, he put his hand back under the quilt. When he held the skinny palm, his hand couldn't help but tremble.

Jiang Changshan felt all this silently, and then said: "Dad is really leaving this time."

The young man helped him tuck in the quilt: "There is always a way."

"This disease cannot be cured." Jiang Changshan said slowly: "I have already sold a shop, so I won't drag you down anymore."

"I told you not to worry about this...don't worry about it."

"Listen to dad." Jiang Changshan looked at him gently and with a smile: "Dad is in the medicinal business and has been dealing with patients all his life. He is very clear about his situation.

“I discovered two years earlier that there might be a way.

“Now we are just hanging on ourselves with money and suffering in vain.

"Dad, my life has been pretty smooth. I was lucky to meet your mother, to fall in love with her, to have a son like you, to have a daughter named An'an, and to meet your aunt, who treats me sincerely. The folks are all willing to take care of the family's business. My neighbors and friends are all very nice to me...

"Dad is used to enjoying blessings and cannot bear hardships.

"Just don't make me hold on anymore."

At this point, he frowned: "It's too uncomfortable to lie on the bed like this."

The boy sat beside the bed.

After a long silence, he said, "I'll stay with you."

Jiang Changshan's eyes became serious: "Have you forgotten why you went to Maplewood City?"

"Have you forgotten your childhood ideal?"

"You want to be extraordinary, you want to fly into the sky and escape from the earth, slay demons, and you want to serve the country and protect the country...can you do it in front of my hospital bed?"

The young man lowered his head: "I don't want to think about that now."

"You can't cry." Jiang Changshan said softly: "You are the eldest son of the Jiang family, and you will have to take care of your sister in the future. If you only know how to cry, what will she do?"

"I didn't cry."

Jiang Changshan wanted to pat his shoulder and stand up to see how tall his son was.

But I can only lie down.

He tried his best to keep his voice painless, and said as calmly as possible: "We don't need you at home. Your aunt can take care of me, your sister can make me happy, and the shop has income every day, which is enough for us to live on.

"The most important thing you should do now is to go back to the city and prepare well for your exam. Get the place in the outer sect of Maplewood City Taoist Academy and come back to tell me the good news. You have worked hard for so long, and you should have a result. What do you think?"

"There will be a result." The boy said.

"Then go back... Go back now." Jiang Changshan said weakly: "Dad is tired too and wants to take a nap."

The young man looked at him: "Will you wait for me to come back?"

"Of course." Jiang Changshan smiled: "When did dad lie to you?"

In front of the hospital bed, the young man promised his father: "If only one person can pass the Taoist examination, that person will be me."

Jiang Changshan closed his eyes with satisfaction: "A man cannot stand without faith. Jiang Wang, what a man has said must come true. I am waiting for your first place."

After the boy got up and walked out of the room.

He murmured again: "Child, Fengxi Town is too small. You want to see the world further away."

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After killing this debt collector, I will continue writing tomorrow's update.