Shi Huan, who had been riding a horse for many days in the snow and ice, was now riding a sled pulled by a snow wolf. The flying snow fell on his hair, and the melted snow turned into ice, adorn his hair, but he was completely unaware.
As the sled moved forward, Shi Huan looked up at the scenery that he had not seen in more than ten years. He felt a mixture of emotions. The confidence and calmness he had maintained along the way, as well as the psychological preparation that he dared not interrupt, quietly collapsed as he got closer and closer to his destination.
In the center of the snow, there is a carefully built ice house. The inside of the ice house is no different from other houses, except that in the secret room of the ice house, there is a huge ice coffin.
"Master, go ahead. There's no worse outcome than this." The maidservant Yu Liu, dressed in black, knelt straight on the ground and advised bravely.
Seeing the face in the ice coffin that hadn't changed since they parted, Shi Huan hesitated and murmured, "How could it be gone? In this case, at least she's still here."
Yu Liu wanted to continue persuading him but she couldn't say anything more. She had been guarding here for so many years, and she had always thought that the master was still here.
After pondering for a long time, Shi Huan finally spoke calmly, "Thank you for your hard work over the years, Yu Liu."
"Yu Liu's life belongs to the master, so it's not hard." Yu Liu shook her head. Compared to the days in the killer building, life here is much better.
If her master had not rescued her, she might have died. Or if she had survived, she would still be living on the edge of death, living in fear every day.
She never lacked food and clothing here. The people responsible for delivering daily necessities were afraid that she would be bored, so they would bring some small things over from time to time, such as storybooks. There were quite a few of them piled up here.
Yu Liu was lucky to have met her master, so how could it be hard? Compared to the hardship she endured guarding here, the two masters must have suffered even more.
Thinking of this, Yu Liu could only pray secretly, praying that the reborn flower that the master had found for so many years could give the master a new life as the rumors said, a new life for both masters.
Shi Huan pushed open the door of the ice coffin effortlessly and carefully picked up the person in the coffin. The person in his arms had no warmth at all, but she easily filled his heart.
Shi Huan crushed the well-preserved regenerated flowers into juice and fed it into Mu Si's mouth bit by bit. Then he put his hand on Mu Si's hand and refused to leave.
Three days seemed to pass in a flash, yet seemed extremely long. Mu Si's temperature slowly returned to normal. Shi Huan took her pulse again, and a smile appeared on his tired face.
Thinking of this, Shi Huan turned around and got busy, adding some embellishments here and there, and the lifeless ice house slowly began to come alive.
"Shi Huan, do you want to escape again?" Mu Si, who had woken up at some point, was still a little clumsy in her movements. She slowly sat up and looked at Shi Huan, whose back she could only see.
Shi Huan paused, turned around, shook his head, and said solemnly, "No, never again. I just wanted to get you some new clothes."
He also often wondered if he had not been deceived that year, he might have been able to stop that man's actions, and he and Mu Si would not have endured so many years.
"Okay, then I'll wait for you." Mu Si was nervous, and her clenched hands betrayed her.
"Yes, I prepared it specially for you." Shi Huan said with a smile, unfolding the dress in her hand.
This was a dress made from the first piece of cloth Ye Wanwan tied-dyed. He thought it was very suitable for Mu Si at the time, and he spent a lot of money to buy it.
As time went by, people often said that Shi Huan was an old cow eating young grass, but only those who knew their story knew that a protection spanning more than ten years was enough to wash away all traces left by the years.
Time has taken away Shi Huan's no longer young face and the sharpness of his youth, leaving behind his inexpressible sincerity and a more mature and steady genius doctor Shi Huan.
"Shi Huan, what happened back then..." Mu Si hesitated to speak, took the razor from Shi Huan's hand, and carefully helped to shave off the stubble on Shi Huan's face.
Shi Huan waited for Mu Si to put down the razor before slowly saying, "No, I remember everything you said."
Everyone thought that he destroyed the small village out of anger for the beauty he loved, but in fact, it was not the case. He never forgot Mu Si's plea before she fell.
Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. Except for those with bad intentions, he sent the rest away. As long as they did not have bad intentions, they would live an ordinary and stable life like ordinary people.
And the public announcement of their death was also a protection for them. No one would try to find them and use their witchcraft to do evil.
In addition to them, Shi Huan and Mu Si also died that day, more than ten years ago. The outside world had rumors that Mu Si died and Shi Huan committed suicide for love.
"A'si, where do you want to go next?" Shi Huan carefully pinched the dough in his hand, but it didn't look right at all.
He's clearly learned some cooking techniques from watching others cook, so why is he cooking so awkwardly? It's wrong. It's totally wrong.
Mu Si turned her head and smiled, "Of course, wherever you go, I'll go too."
"Okay, then I'll take you to meet some new people I've met over the years." Shi Huan smiled. Thinking about the past days was a comfort to him.
"I couldn't ask for more." Mu Si imitated Shi Huan, picked up a piece of dough, and began to knead it in an orderly manner.
As a novice, compared with the clumsy Shi Huan, Mu Si seems to be much more talented.
Over there in Linjia Village, on Ye Ansheng's birthday, the Lin and Ye families, who were both very happy, decided to hold a big banquet and invited everyone in the village to come.
The food court that was originally open as usual was temporarily closed. In addition to the signs that read "Happy event at home, welcome to visit", each shop also posted a simple map, and the destination on the map was Linjia Village.
The food court is full of delicious food, so the atmosphere is naturally very lively. How does it feel to eat the food that you can only taste occasionally on weekdays? It is naturally a happy feeling.
In the open space in front of the Lin Family School, tables were lined up with all kinds of delicious food. Then people could take whatever they wanted to eat, and they were polite to each other without being arrogant or impatient.
The old man with white beard stared at the scene in front of him with his eyes wide open. He had been to many villages, but none of them looked like this.
Not to mention the well-arranged houses in the house, just talk about the dining atmosphere. A long time ago, he had a meal at a farmer's house, and it can be said that it cast a shadow on his life.
Look here, the husband and wife respect each other, the children are full of energy, and the elderly are looked after by the younger generation in the family, and they can go out and exercise safely.
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