Chapter 4 (1/2)

Xiaodong has been lying in bed for three days and can't lie down any more. Elder martial sister Linglong comes to see him five or six times a day. She is worried about Xiaodong's illness, and Xiaodong is also worried about her current anxiety. If he is not good all the time, most of the elder martial sister will keep blaming herself like this. Just for this, he also has to get better quickly, don't always let people treat him as a sick seedling.

In fact, Xiaodong vaguely understood that half of his illness was heart disease.

Since he can remember, only uncle is such a relative, uncle and nephew depend on each other. But now his uncle has no one in the world. Why did he not know that his uncle died of a relapse? He also knew that the master should come down to take him in before his uncle died, which was a kindness to him. But in his mind, there seemed to be an idea.

The idea was vague and unclear.

If you don't go back and forth to the mountains, but stay at home and take good care of your illness, maybe your uncle is still alive.

At the bottom of his heart, he might have thought so.

Maybe it's because of this idea in his heart that he doesn't like to return to the mountain. If uncle doesn't come here, maybe he won't die.

Of course, he has no reason to return to this place. The master took him in and treated him very well. The elder martial brothers and sisters were good to him. It was he who had been making trouble.

He is not idle these days. Xiaodong finds that the atmosphere on the mountain is different as soon as the elder martial brother comes back. Elder martial sister Linglong is irritable. If she can't say a word, she will be anxious. But she hasn't said a word aloud these days. Elder martial brother Jiang is not as lazy as he used to be. He even quickens his pace. As for elder martial brother Chen, he has not changed much, but Xiaodong always feels that he is worried. Yesterday he came over and talked, and he was stunned to see Xiaodong lose his mind. Xiaodong raised his voice and called twice before he regained consciousness.

As for elder martial brother

Xiaodong thought, the elder martial brother is really a very good person.

He gave Xiaodong a medicine bag about the size of a palm as a gift. When he brought it, he said, ”I didn't know there was another younger martial brother until I came back. If I had known, I would have bought you something in the capital and brought it back. This is given to me by someone else in Bozhou. It is divided into three compartments. It can hold pills, sugar balls, preserves and so on. They won't cross smell each other. You can keep it and play. I'll bring you some good things when I go out next time

Xiaodong took the gift.

Elder martial brother treats him as a child. He specially gives him a silk pouch that can hold both common pills and snacks.

On that day, elder martial brother Jiang said that elder martial brother was very picky. He was still skeptical. Now he thinks that elder martial brother Jiang has not taken advantage of him. As long as the food is delicious, there is nothing he does not know.

There's something he really wants to know.

Who on earth sent such a silk bag to elder martial brother? It looks like a gift from a girl's house. Xiaodong has seen Zhang's girl, who used to be a domestic servant, to give her a purse to her sweetheart. She has also heard of singing in the opera that young ladies send handkerchief, hairpin, purse and sachet, so as to make love with the scholar.

Although he had been thinking about it, Xiaodong didn't dare to ask his elder martial brother whether this was given to him by any girl.

What's more, if it's something from the girl, the elder martial brother will not give it to him again, will he?

After a few more days of illness, the elder martial brother was relieved and said that he was almost cured.

In other words, he nodded his head and praised him: ”I can see that you have worked hard on this set of sabre techniques, and you are also very attentive.”

Xiaodong blushed a little when he said this.

He knew that his skill was only humiliating in front of the elder brother. Besides, he didn't study hard at that time. There were too many things that could distract him.

If we had studied and practiced hard at that time, maybe we would have learned a complete set of sabre techniques now.