Chapter 1 (1/2)

The roaring north wind, mixed with the flying snow, wreaked havoc on the fields of the north country, integrating heaven and earth. Unable to find the dividing line, the bare trees screamed bitterly in the cold wind, like a girl encountered.

The noisy alleys in the past seem particularly depressed and desolate. There were few pedestrians. Occasionally, a man came by. He was also fully armed. He covered his head and feet tightly, revealing only two dark eyes. Like a mysterious masked killer, but the Yong swollen cotton padded clothes form a clear contrast with the light killer.

The winter in the north makes people feel particularly depressed, as if all creatures are hibernating. The days when water turns into ice make people's thinking slow. If there is nothing to do, most people will stay at home, rarely go out, and people will become more lazy.

In the low hut, Soga sat quietly on the wooden bed, his hands flipped skillfully, and a stream of water with the thickness of his thumb kept shuttling between his hands. This is his only toy and his closest partner.

Cough

A few low coughs sounded from the next room. Although they were obviously depressed, they still didn't escape Soga's sensitive ears. Their hands showed slightly. The long water miraculously retracted along Soga's hands and disappeared magically.

Dexterously jumped out of the wooden bed, Soga quickly walked out of the room, poured a cup of boiling water into the iron pot on the stove, carefully carried it and walked towards the next room

In the room, the weak woman leaned weakly on the pillow, her right hand pressed on the soft chest, her eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and her face was full of pain. However, all this was quickly converged at the moment when Soga pushed the door, and the pain on her face disappeared in an instant. Her emotional posture was like waking up at the beginning of spring sleep of Begonia.

Gently walked to the bed: ”Mom... Are you better? Should we call a doctor to see if you coughed more and more these days? ”

The woman gently leaned out her right hand, gently stroked her son's dark hair and said, ”no, no... mom is fine. She will get better in a few days.”

Frowning, Soga looked at his mother suspiciously. His left hand was close to the cup. After measuring the temperature, he put the water cup in front of the woman: ”drink some water, mom. After drinking the water, I want to listen to you tell your father's story.”

Thankfully, she took the water cup. The woman took a sip, moistened her throat, smiled and said, ”I want to hear your father's story. No problem... However, you have to let your mother see how your skills are practiced. If you practice well, my mother will tell you!”