Upon hearing this, the man in front of him seemed reassured and suddenly smiled.
When she smiles, her beautiful, affectionate eyes sparkle with a captivating charm.
The smile faded, her dreamy eyes slowly closed, warm light fell, and her thick, long eyelashes trembled gently with each breath.
He lay there, asleep.
Sun Miao'er looked at the man in front of her with a helpless expression. It seemed that there was no way to send him back to the medicine house. It looked like she could only let her master stay at her house.
The house left by Sun Yuanyong was a three-room house with a living room and two bedrooms. Sun Miao'er slept in one room, and the other room was given to Xiaoman. So the master and Xiaoman had to squeeze in.
Xiaoman was diligently tidying up the dishes in the yard when she ran in and saw Fu Yuchi passed out drunk. "Sister, is Master asleep?"
“He’s drunk.” Sun Miao’er rubbed her forehead. “Help your sister carry him to your room. We don’t have any spare rooms. You and Master can share the night.”
Sun Miao'er sighed softly, and rather helplessly took Fu Yuchi's arm, saying, "Master, with your alcohol tolerance, you should drink less in the future."
"Hmm," the man responded, his breath carrying the faint scent of alcohol.
She assumed he was too drunk to hear her, hoping that no one would hear her talking to herself.
But it turned out he wasn't completely drunk and unconscious.
The autumn night was chilly, and the room happened to be right in front of the wind. Xiaoman liked to sleep wrapped in a quilt, and the bed, which was not wide to begin with, became much narrower when a tall man lay down on it.
After settling Fu Yuchi in, Sun Miao'er sneezed twice from the wind. She turned around and took out a quilt from the closet. It had been lying in the dark closet for who knows how many years. Fortunately, it hadn't gotten moldy, but the smell wasn't very pleasant.
By the time she carried the quilt inside, Xiaoman was already fast asleep, perhaps dreaming of something delicious, as she was smacking her lips.
In contrast, the man lying next to Xiaoman was sleeping far less soundly.
Moonlight streamed in through the window cracks, casting a bright glow that outlined the man's delicate features.
Sun Miao'er covered him with the quilt and saw that his brows were furrowed, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his palms were clenched into fists, completely unlike his peaceful demeanor during the day.
Every time Sun Miao'er looked at him like this, she was amazed by the exquisite beauty of his face, like a piece of fine jade carefully carved by a craftsman, or a painting painstakingly created by a master artist.
What exactly was in Master's dream?
She straightened the corners of the blanket, stood under the moon for a while, and gazed into the distance, lost in thought.
After an unknown amount of time, the man's brows slowly relaxed, and he fell into a deep sleep.
A gust of cold wind swept over her, making her more awake—it was time to go back to sleep.
Sun Miao'er slept soundly through the night and was not bothered by nightmares. When she woke up, it was already broad daylight.
Since taking back the house, I no longer have to be subject to Jin's constraints as before.
Although it was only a few steps away, Sun Miao'er felt much more relaxed, both physically and mentally, and was able to sleep soundly until dawn every day.
Grandma Sun's health improved day by day. She got up early to cook white porridge, and the aroma of the porridge wafted into the house.
Sun Miao'er suddenly stood up, "Master!"
I overslept today; I wonder if Master has sobered up yet?
Just as she was about to quickly tidy herself up and bring her master a bowl of hot porridge, a commotion came from the courtyard.
"Master, Master, what does this mean?" Xiaoman held a tattered old book in her hand, with only half of the second half remaining.
Fu Yuchi turned his head, stared at the words on the page, and patiently explained: "When one is poor, one should cultivate one's own virtue. This means that when one's ambitions have nowhere to be realized, one should restrain one's conduct. When one is successful, one should benefit all under heaven. This means that when one's ambitions are realized, one should also benefit all under heaven."
Xiaoman nodded as if she understood, repeating the sentence several times, "Master, I want to be that kind of person in the future!"
Sun Miao'er came out of the house. The two of them got along quite well. "Xiaoman, the kind of person Master is talking about is a saint. Being a saint is not so easy."
"Oh? Then tell me about it." Fu Yuchi raised an eyebrow, looking completely different from the drunk man from last night.
When asked this question, Sun Miao'er dared not continue. "Master, in short, Xiaoman cannot become a saint, and I don't want him to become a saint either."
After all, that path is too tiring. Throughout history, how many people who have achieved success and then helped others have had a good ending?
"It was his own choice to take this path, so why should you decide for him?" Fu Yuchi retorted.
Xiaoman was too young to understand the literal meaning of the words and didn't comprehend the implications of their conversation. She stubbornly insisted, "Sister, you can't say that! Look, you even saved a bear cub that eats people. How could you bear not to help those who are weaker than us?"
Sun Miao'er felt as if she had been struck by something. Xiaoman was indeed growing up slowly, just as she had expected.
Xiaoman, remembering something, pointed to the backyard, "Oh right, sister, speaking of the bear cub, when I took the leftovers to feed him this morning, he didn't eat a single bite, and he didn't eat the food I fed him yesterday either."
"Take me to see it."
Sun Miao'er has been busy with household chores lately, so she left the bear cub with Xiaoman as a pet, and Xiaoman has been feeding it.
When we got inside the pigpen, the little den we had previously built was now completely filled with the grown bear cubs, and the hay had been turned over and torn to shreds.
Sure enough, the food in the bowl next to it hadn't been touched at all.
The bear cubs that were once the size of a palm have grown to the size of a puppy, gradually losing their original soft and cute appearance and growing sharp teeth.
Sun Miao'er reached out to hug it, but was surprised to find that it was not as affectionate as before.
The bear cub huddled in the corner in panic. She moved her hand closer, and the bear cub bared its teeth warily and howled.
Sun Miao'er was so frightened that she pulled her hand back and pushed the bowl of food forward. The bear cub didn't even bother to look and buried its head in its body.
It wasn't like this before. Just a few days ago, the bear cub was playing with her and chasing after her. How come it's like he doesn't recognize her today?
She returned to the courtyard dejectedly, having lost all appetite for even her porridge.
"Master, could you please check on the bear cub? Why isn't he eating?"
Fu Yuchi looked at him with an expression that said, "What, you finally know to come to your master for help?"
Sun Miao'er's lips seemed to be sealed shut, and she swallowed back the words she wanted to say. "Master, please take a look at me."
Fu Yuchi didn't even lift his eyelids. "No need to look anymore, you should put him back."
“I put it back…” Sun Miao’er murmured. She had been raising the bear cub for almost a month. At first, she was just trying to be kind, but later she took care of it every day, trying to find goat milk for it and feeding it herself, watching it grow from a dark ball of flesh into a small beast.
If we were to release animals now, it would be a lie to say we were willing to do so.
Emotions are the hardest things to let go of, even the emotions between humans and animals carry special weight.
What if it were about human relationships?
Sun Miao'er seemed to suddenly understand why her master hadn't let her save the bear cub back then—because he had known this day would come.
Each breakup was a wake-up call, forcing her to calm down from her slumber.
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