One step, two steps, three steps...
Follow the footprints left by A Chou during the day. Zhong Mingwei finally crawled to the door, he was so tired that he was panting like a cow, and his whole body was drenched. But he didn't dare to delay for a moment, and immediately he untied Ah Chou from his body. Carefully place it on the ground. Then he gritted his teeth and stood up holding the door, enduring the severe pain in his leg, he opened the door. Immediately, the cold wind came blowing towards the face with snowflakes, and it was the first time for Zhong Mingwei to see the cold wind in Ninggu Pagoda. Almost fell to the ground again. Fortunately, he held on to the door so hard that he didn't fall down.
This is the first time he has stepped out of this courtyard since he came to Ninggu Tower. He looks out the door. A dark snowy night. He couldn't see anything except the finely flakes of snow blowing in front of him. And the row of small footprints on the ground, his eyes moved along the footprints. Then he saw a big mark on the snow, and a large piece of thin ice next to it, and saw who should have slipped and fell down. He also knocked over the bucket in his hand.
Zhong Mingwei was thinking about that pair of wet black cotton trousers, he turned his head suddenly, he pressed his face against the door, took a few deep breaths of the bitingly cold wind, and when he looked up again, he was already Back to normal, he gritted his teeth and moved to the door frame step by step. He leaned against the wall, and then grabbed the door with both hands in and out. He gathered all the strength in his body into his hands, and then With a sudden effort, the door was removed from the door frame.
"Boom!"
The gate fell to the snow with a dull thud.
Zhong Mingwei knelt on the ground, dragged Ah Chou to the door panel, picked up the hemp rope, tied Ah Chou to the door panel tightly, and then carefully pushed the door panel behind him, a little Sliding towards the mountain road little by little.
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The seventh day of the first lunar month in the 33rd year of Jiasheng
Ning Guta.
Since last night, Chen Qingxuan's right eyelid has been twitching non-stop, so much so that he can't even read a book.
"Left money and right disaster," Grandma Chen looked at Chen Qingxuan worriedly, "Qingxuan, have you offended someone recently?"
"Grandma, I spend all day in the house reading sage books, how can I offend people?" Chen Qingxuan sighed helplessly and put down the book in his hand, discussing with Grandma Chen, "Grandma, how about tomorrow?" I went back to the library."
"You've only been back for a few days now? The Lantern Festival hasn't passed yet, so why are you so eager to go back?" Grandma Chen became anxious when she heard that, "It's Chinese New Year, you don't stay at home honestly, you have to go back to the study What are you going to do? It's deserted."
"Grandma, can I just ask you to be quiet and quiet?" Chen Qingxuan's complexion changed, and he spoke with a little emotion, "I'm very lively at home, but you have constant visitors all day long, so you have to drag me As a companion, how can I be in the mood to read? Why don't I go back to the study room early to hide myself."
"Qingxuan, you think grandma is busy, don't you?" Grandma Chen also lowered her face, looking at Chen Qingxuan with a little annoyance, "You don't like the daughter of the magistrate's family, and the girls in our village don't like you. If you don’t like it, then tell me, what kind of fairy can you look up to? If you can name a name, grandma, I won’t care for you from now on!”
"Grandma! Look at you again!" Chen Qingxuan was almost speechless. From years ago to this time, the family has never been quiet. The older girl and the younger daughter-in-law said they came to talk to Grandma Chen, but they all said nothing. Looking at him, Chen Qingxuan felt unspeakably annoyed. At this moment, he knew that Grandma Chen was angry, but he still persisted, "Anyway, I'll go back to the study tomorrow."
At that moment, Chen Qingxuan entered the room without looking back, and went to prepare the clothes and books that he wanted to take back.
"You child! I'm not doing it for your own good!" Grandma Chen jumped up angrily. Tomorrow, she has an appointment with a matchmaker in a nearby village. Chen Qingxuan, the girl in the village doesn't like it, and maybe Chen Qingxuan, a girl from other villages, will. I could see it, but looking at Chen Qingxuan's appearance, Grandma Chen was pretty clear, and she might not be able to hold her great-grandson again this year, so she went back to her room to sulk.
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Although he was holding back his stomach, but before dawn the next day, Grandma Chen got up to give Chen Qingxuan Zhang Luo breakfast. The grandparents and grandchildren finished their breakfast in silence. Chen Qingxuan held back for a long time, but finally followed Grandma Chen out of the kitchen.