"Little brother, this is my homemade liquor. Drink it to warm your body. I'll take you home for treatment."
The middle-aged man took out a goatskin wineskin from his waist, pulled out the cork, and poured a large amount of strong liquor into the young man's mouth. The black-clothed young man coughed violently, but his pale face regained some color at this moment.
The middle-aged man carried the young man on his back and held the child in his arms again. Braving the cold wind and snow, the middle-aged man quickly disappeared into the snowy street.
Creak.
The mottled door was pushed open and the biting cold wind rushed in. The middle-aged man quickly entered the house with the young man on his back and quickly locked the door. Only then did he feel some warmth.
"Mother, we're back."
As the child's voice sounded out, a young woman quickly walked out of the room. She wore sackcloth and there wasn't a single trace of makeup on her face. Although she wasn't a beauty, she looked like a pretty girl from a humble family.
"Brother Shan, who … who is he?" When the young woman saw the young man on her husband's back, the young woman asked in surprise.
"Mother, this big brother almost froze to death outside. Father and I saved him and brought him home. If you want to blame someone, blame Han 'er." Knowing the situation of his family, the child was afraid that his mother would be dissatisfied. He quickly apologized to his mother.
"Silly Han 'er, saving people is a good thing. How can mother blame you?"
The young woman smiled and gently stroked the child's hair. However, her smile was a bit forced. It wasn't that she didn't want to help this white-robed youth, but her family was already very poor. With another mouth to feed, it was hard to say if they could survive this winter.
"Xue 'er, I'm sorry. This little brother …"
The middle-aged man's voice was slightly uneasy, but before he could finish speaking, the young woman quickly walked in front of him and whispered, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda. How could Xue 'er blame you? I'll go get Doctor Wang now."
After saying this, the young woman put on a thick leather coat and walked out of the house.
…
In the side room, the firewood in the stove burned brightly, giving people a feeling of extreme warmth.
The black-clothed youth was lying on the bed. A gray-haired old man in his sixties was sitting on the edge of the bed, taking the youth's pulse. The family of three stood to the side, looking at the old man nervously. They didn't know if the youth could be saved.
"His pulse is in a mess. The cold air has already entered his body. This old man will write a prescription. Follow this prescription and go to the pharmacy next door to get the medicine. Boil three bowls of water into one bowl and give it to him every morning and night. After seven consecutive days, he will wake up and save his life."
Dr. Wang was the only traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the town. He was also a highly respected old man. He wrote down a prescription and handed it to the middle-aged man before getting up to leave.
"Doctor Wang, I'm sorry to trouble you. Although this money isn't much, please accept it." The young woman took out a stack of crumpled notes and handed it to Doctor Wang.
"You're all suffering people. The snow has sealed the sky, and your days are not easy. Let's just forget about the money." Doctor Wang declined and left. The family of three thanked him profusely.
After Doctor Wang left, the couple was silent. The middle-aged man frowned and said, "Our family is not rich. These seven days of medicine …"
"Brother Shan, don't worry. Xue 'er still has a pair of earrings. We can go to the pawnshop and exchange them for some money."
"Xue 'er, you can't do that. This is the only thing your mother left you. This …"
Before the middle-aged man could finish, the young woman smiled and said, "It's just a pair of earrings. It can save a life. This is nothing."
…
Seven days later.
It was snowing outside. The snow never stopped.
In the house, the stove burned brightly. Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a young face. Then, the whole house was filled with children's excited cheers.
"Father, mother, big brother is awake. He's awake."
The sound of hurried footsteps could be heard. The couple quickly walked into the room. When they saw Ye Xuan wake up, the worry between their brows disappeared.
Ye Xuan supported himself on the bed and slowly got up. He looked at the family of three in front of him. His eyes flashed with confusion. No one knew what he was thinking.
In ten years, Ye Xuan traveled the mountains and rivers. He crossed deserts and oceans. He personally planted a sapling and witnessed the sapling's life from blooming to withering.
He finally understood that what he had lost was the life of a mortal!
He walked out of the Valley of Hundred Flowers and hid his Tongtian cultivation. He turned himself into a mortal. He couldn't show any of his cultivation and acted like a mortal.
In the end, he blended into the mortal world. When the snowstorm came, he also suffered from the bitter cold like a mortal and entered the small town in a daze.
From the time he was saved by the middle-aged man until he woke up, Ye Xuan had seen everything. However, he was extremely confused and couldn't understand why a poor family would save someone like him, who had never lived in his life, when the snow covered the sky and even his own life was a problem.
Was human nature good? Was this the daily life of a mortal?
Ye Xuan kept asking himself. His eyes were filled with deep confusion.
Didn't they know that this would bring great hardship to their lives?
The heavens and the earth were a slaughterhouse, and all living things were pigs and dogs. Ye Xuan was an Allheaven Xuan Immortal, and he viewed all living things as ants. He'd never cared about the thoughts of ants, but what this family of three had done today caused him to fall into deep confusion.
"Little brother, the cold has entered your body. Drink this bowl of medicine and your body will recover faster." The middle-aged man brought over a bowl of steaming medicine. He helped Ye Xuan up and fed the medicine to Ye Xuan.
The medicine was bitter and unbearable. Ye Xuan frowned. He tasted the bitterness in the medicine carefully. It was as if he was feeling something he had never felt before. He couldn't explain it clearly, but a wisp of warmth quietly slipped through his frozen mind.
"Little brother, who are you? Why are you wearing such thin clothes and walking alone in this world of ice and snow?" the young woman asked softly.
Unfortunately, Ye Xuan didn't respond. He just lowered his eyes. This made the family of three think that Ye Xuan was extremely weak at the moment and even speaking was extremely difficult.
"This little brother has just recovered from a serious illness and his body is still very weak. Let's let him have a good rest first," the middle-aged man said softly.
"Big brother, you have to get better quickly." It was unknown when the child gently shook Ye Xuan's arm, but his voice was incomparably real.
"Alright, Han 'er, you should go back and do your homework. Don't disturb this little brother's rest." The middle-aged man took the child into his arms and then reminded Ye Xuan. The family of three returned to their room.
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