Chapter 12: Dragon Father

The old man quickly stepped forward and put down the basket on his back. First, I tried the breath of Ye Wuchen, and then the dry old hand was pinched on his wrist. After a long while, his face was dark, and then he sighed and shook his head. Then I put my eyes on this girl who is unforgettable at first glance. His finger was on her little wrist, and her face suddenly appeared shocked: "So small age, there is such a strong endurance, and then a little bit of exhaustion of all his vitality and potential ... by then I’m so tired of going back to heaven. But even now, I’ve been so badly hurt that I have to recover and I don’t know what year and month, oh!

"For your amazing girl, I will make an exception."
The old man grabbed Ye Wuchen in one hand and grabbed Ye Ningxue in one hand. The old and dry body easily carried them in their hands, and then the body vacated and flew out of the forest.
Brother... brother...
In a coma, she kept yelling at his name. Because of the loss of his fear of how big it would be for her.
When she was the most helpless and didn't know why she was alive, he took her hand and became her brother. When everyone rejects her and hates her, he touches her face and says that she will protect her from starving, will not let her be bullied, and then will not hesitate to anger, and teach those who bully her... ...
Since then, her world is no longer a dark one, but an extra one. Because of his existence, the world will be so nostalgic.
If you lose your brother...
She opened her eyes in a faint whisper and whispered: "Brother, brother... Where is your brother?"
The whole body is sour and weak, and it is so difficult to move the eyelids together. A gentle old voice answered her: "Child, are you awake? Sleep for a little more, you are too tired."
"Brother, I want my brother..."
"Your brother is by your side, you can sleep with confidence. If you don't have the strength, who will take care of your brother."
Ningxue lightly "hmm", finally closed his heavy eyelids and fell into a deep sleep again. She is really tired.
The old man looked at her for a moment and looked at her for a while. She said to herself: "If I have this granddaughter, how good it is, even though the face is destroyed, it is still strange white hair, but the heart is so kind, even I have old bones... oh, no matter, since it has been broken once, I will help her again. Anyway, I can't use this old bone."
He stretched out his fingers and clicked on the snowy eyebrows, and a warm airflow began to inject from his fingertips. The pale face of the snow in the dream began to appear rosy gradually, the old man’s mouth opened a smile, took his hand back, and then looked at his hands with some weirdness:
After all, it’s just a little girl, it doesn’t cost me much. Enthusiastic... call, in this case, she should be able to recover as soon as she woke up, hey, it’s really hard for her."
just……
His gaze fell again on the face of Ningxue, the color of his face, and he said to himself: "It’s weird. I have lived for so many years, and I saw this scar for the first time... What caused it."
In the evening, Ningxue finally opened his eyes again. Although the body still has acidity and pain, but the strength has recovered a lot, she subconsciously shouted a "brother", hurriedly got up, and then saw Ye Wuchen lying next to him, his face is still pale Paper, the weak breath does not exist. She stayed there, so she looked straight, couldn't say a word, tears quickly condensed in her eyes, she sucked a small nose and tried to hold back tears, but the tears finally fell.
The old curtain was opened, and the old man came in with a small bowl. Then he smiled and said: "Child, you wake up. Come, first drink a bowl of porridge."
Ningxue seems to see hope, she hurriedly came down from the wooden bed, and then "plopped" in front of the old man: "Grandpa, please help my brother, ask you grandfather, ask you to save your brother... you let Cher can do anything."
After that, her little head was about to kneel down, and the old man quickly lifted her up, sighing in secret, his face full of pity smile: "Children, first listen to Grandpa's words, drink this bowl of porridge, Grandpa and you again Say it? Right, you can call my grandfather."
"Well, thank you Grandpa Dragon." Ye Ningxue gratefully nodded, picked up the porridge on the table, did not use a spoon, and directly "squat" to drink, because she is too hungry. After just drinking a little while, she put the bowl down again. "Dragon Grandpa, I want to drink the rest for my brother."
The muscles on the old man's face twitched. He finally sighed long and said, "Child, sit down first. Sit down to your brother."
Ningxue sat down with his words, and his heart suddenly began to feel uneasy.
At this moment, a young man’s heartfelt voice came from outside: "Grandpa, I am coming back!"
The curtain was opened, revealing a heroic face, twenty years old, up and down, the eyebrows of the eyebrows, Ying Ting's face with obvious arrogance, but also some melancholy. Although it is only a remote town, this person is not something that ordinary people can have, no matter how imposing or temperament. When I saw Ye Ningxue, he first glimpsed and then asked with concern: "When you are a little sister, are you still uncomfortable?"
Father Long has already told him about Ningxue, and he is even more embarrassed when he is moved. It’s so young when you are so young, it’s really rare in the world.
Ningxue looked up with a restless face and asked, "Big brother, are you?"
"This is my grandson. He is called Long Zhengyang. You call him Long Brother." The old man said softly.
Long Zhengyang’s face flashed a noticeable surprise, because he was so easily confided to an outsider’s real name.
"Dragon Brother... well, my name is Ningxue, Ye Ningxue, the name my brother gave me." Her gaze stopped at Ye Wuchen's face, and she hoped that he could wake up immediately.
"Your brother gave the name... Is he your brother or?" Long Zhengyang asked in confusion.
Ye Ningxue shook his head: "Everyone hates me. Only my brother is the best for me. I play with me every day, protect me, and give me a name."
Long Zhengyang smiled and said: "Little sister, the secular person mostly takes people by appearance, you don't have to pay attention. It seems that this little brother is also a non-custom, and it is no wonder that you don't want to be alive for him. For the little sister, you How did the scar on your face come from?"
Ye Ningxue squatted for a while, because she never thought about this problem, she just shook her head and said: "I don't know, I don't remember the same thing as my brother... Please hurry to save my brother. good or not……"
The old man’s eyes flashed and sighed:
Yang, you are going to check his condition.

"I?" Long Zhengyang was surprised: "But grandpa, I only have some of the simplest medicines, this..."
"You can try it."
Long Zhengyang seems to understand what, no longer speak, hesitated after a moment, stretched out the right palm and pressed on the chest of Ye Wuchen. But right away, he was as hot as a fire, and he recovered his palm and his face was astonished.
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