After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

Wangyougu Courtyard used to have a name, but during the civil strife that year, the plaque was blood-stained by Lin Mao's group of brothers and sisters so that it could not be seen.Later, when Lin Mao regained control of Wangyou Valley, when an old servant tremblingly asked if he wanted to go down the mountain to make a plaque again, Lin Mao was silent for a while, but waved his hand to give up.Since then, this small courtyard in Wangyou Valley has been called "small courtyard".

It's just that even this simple courtyard has been burnt to the point that there is nothing left.

The sky was a bit gloomy, and the snow that had been coming for many days had almost covered most of the scorched wreckage. The flower trees and grape vines that Lin Mao had planted in the yard had already been reduced to ashes, and the wall pillars were toppled over. Lin Mao's memory is much broader.

At the gate of the courtyard, before Lin Mao could speak, Chang Xiaoqing had already walked over in silence—no matter how angry he was, it was impossible for Chang Xiaoqing to really ignore Lin Mao.

He stretched out his arms around Lin Mao's waist, and gently lifted him off the donkey's back.

In fact, the moment the man's strong and hot arm came over, Lin Mao actually wanted to hide a little bit. After all, no matter how weak he is now, he won't be able to put his head down. But thinking of Chang Xiaoqing's sulking appearance all the way, he couldn't help but After hesitating for a moment, Chang Xiaoqing carried him to a flat bluestone at the entrance of the courtyard in just this moment.

Originally, a stone lion was placed in this place, but the stone was bought too cheap at the time. When it was burned that day, the stone lion was torn apart, leaving a stone seat standing upright among the broken eaves and walls. .

Chang Xiaoqing first swept the snow off the stone seat with his sleeve, then took off his fur waistcoat and put it on it, and then beckoned Lin Mao to sit on it.

"I can just stand, you put on the waistcoat."

Lin Maoxi nagged, but his momentum was somewhat weak when he spoke.

Chang Xiaoqing glanced at Lin Mao, and suddenly pulled the fluffy waistcoat over Lin Mao's shoulders. When Lin Mao struggled to get his head out of the thick fur, Chang Xiaoqing was already silent. He turned around and walked into the small courtyard in a nonchalant manner——from the back view, he still looked unhappy.

Lin Mao raised his eyebrows, but didn't make a sound, just stood there quietly, counting silently in his heart: one, two, three...

I saw that Chang Xiaoqing walked a distance of more than ten zhang with his back straight, and suddenly turned expressionless, stepping all the way back.

Then he took Lin Mao's hand and walked towards the small courtyard angrily.

Lin Mao let Chang Xiaoqing hold his hand tightly, and then said slowly, "Aren't you angry?"

"..."

Chang Xiaoqing choked for a moment before replying in a muffled voice: "There is a shelter from the wind inside."

Lin Mao nodded with a smile, looked at Chang Xiaoqing who was raised by him now, and sighed in his heart, "That's all"...

The weather of this day can be regarded as good in such a winter day, the snow is not heavy, there is a little wind, but it is not cutting people.As he said before, Chang Xiaoqing found a shelter for Lin Mao behind the two fallen stone pillars and settled down.

He picked up a broken sword and walked over to the next room.Today, he wanted to find out if there was a stove for hot water in the tea room. If he could find it, the bamboo building would be warmer.

Lin Mao stayed there quietly for a while with his hands in his hands, then stood up bored, and slowly walked around the wreckage.Unknowingly, he walked to the back yard of the original small courtyard. In the past few decades, he spent a long and difficult life in this land—but now there is only a piece of broken pieces left here. The ruins, the earthen walls are still barely there, but the door frames and windows have already collapsed.The dim sky seemed unable to illuminate the scorched remains.

However, Lin Mao was in a daze, and a scene from a long time ago seemed to appear in his vision - that was the best time of his youth, the backyard was still the dormitory where his brothers lived together, and there were noisy and noisy people all day long.

He was awakened from his sleep by the sound of laughter outside the window on the bed, biting the corner of the quilt angrily, while Senior Brother Chang stretched out his hand from behind him to cover his ears.

"I'll drive away all these annoying bastards another day..."

It seems that he once said such angry words.

Later, the brothers and sisters left one by one.

The small courtyard became silent, quieter and darker... By the time Lin Mao finally realized that the hustle and bustle of the past would never come again, a long time had passed...

"Master."

Chang Xiaoqing's footsteps came from behind, and then a familiar breath approached.

The illusion in front of Lin Mao's eyes dissipated like a dream.

"You came...but found a working stove?"

Lin Mao took a breath slowly, then turned around and smiled at Chang Xiaoqing.

That Chang Xiaoqing's hands were empty, but his fingertips were still slightly muddy.After he met Lin Mao's eyes, there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

"I……"

Chang Xiaoqing stepped forward and slowly put his hand on Lin Mao's shoulder, "I will find the senior brother and the second senior brother... The small courtyard will also be rebuilt, master, don't worry, one day I will Recall what happened that day, and then retaliate for grievances, revenge for revenge..."

It was rare for him to rack his brains to say such comforting words.

Lin Mao thought, he gave a wry smile, and put his hand on the back of Chang Xiaoqing's.

"Don't worry," Lin Mao said, "I'm really worried about what happened to Wangyou Valley—but what I'm worried about is your two senior brothers. As long as they are all right, even if the entire Wangyou Valley is destroyed , it’s not a big deal.”

Lin Mao felt that Chang Xiaoqing's hand seemed to tremble, and he continued: "This Wangyou Valley is in my hands, but it is actually just a last breath—the real Wangyou Valley has dissipated many years ago. Now that this small courtyard is burned down, I am afraid that it is only fulfilling the original destiny."

……

Hearing Lin Mao's words, Chang Xiaoqing was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Master, I haven't rearranged here, I'm afraid it's not safe, let's go to the front yard."

He glanced at the half-standing earthen wall, as if he was afraid that the earthen wall would collapse suddenly.

Lin Mao naturally nodded in agreement, but when he was about to leave, his toes touched something hard.

"Crack-"

The thing made a slight crisp sound.

Lin Mao looked down at his feet, only to find that it turned out to be a palm-sized gold and jade box.The box was probably placed on a shelf or in the depths of the box before, but after the fire, the wooden shelf and the box were all gone, and the box rolled out, and was kicked by Lin Mao from somewhere in front of people.

"This is?"

Lin Mao bent down and picked up the box. He could see that the original one was probably priceless. However, the box had been burned by the fire at this time, and the box had become mottled and dark. There is a small lock hanging on the lid of the box, which has also melted and deformed.

Lin Mao turned the box over in his hands for a closer look, and finally remembered what was inside.While Chang Xiaoqing stared at her master's face, naturally she never missed the complex look on Lin Mao's face...

"what is this?"

Almost instinctively, Chang Xiaoqing felt that something had pricked his chest, and he asked a little abruptly.

Lin Mao was in a daze, and suddenly waved his hand, throwing the box back into the blackened burnt wood blemishes.

"It's... an old thing from a long time ago," he said. "The lock is already fused like this, so it probably won't be able to be opened. Well, it's nothing important, and it's useless."

After finishing speaking, he walked out, as if he really only regarded the box as a gadget that was accidentally kicked out.

If Chang Xiaoqing hadn't been with Lin Mao day and night for so many years, he probably wouldn't have noticed Lin Mao's stiffness and sadness at this moment.

Of course, just like the countless times before, when Lin Mao left, Chang Xiaoqing just followed behind him silently, without asking any questions about the box.

Lin Mao rested for a while at the shelter Chang Xiaoqing had chosen earlier, and Chang Xiaoqing had already collected all the things he needed for the day.

"It's time to go back, the snow will be heavy again later."

He looked up at the sky, and said.

Lin Mao looked a little sleepy at this time, nodded and sat back on the donkey.The two masters and apprentices were just like when they came here, one sitting and the other leading the donkey, and walked slowly towards the direction of the bamboo building.

After returning to the bamboo building, he took the medicine again and lay back on the bed. For Lin Mao, the day passed peacefully.

But for Chang Xiaoqing, it is not always the case.

Using the excuse of adding fodder to the white donkey, Chang Xiaoqing walked out of the room with a calm face, then he stood under the bamboo building, and slowly took out a small object from his arms - a box inlaid with gold and jade. , the jade plate has been cracked, and the lock has been deformed.

It was the one that Lin Mao threw back into the ruins during the day.

Just like what Lin Mao said, since the lock has melted, the box should not be able to be opened.But Chang Xiaoqing just put the box in the palm of his hand, almost without any movement of his fingers, the jade plate in the box turned into a handful of snow-white jade powder, and the gold wire frame cracked inch by inch.

Chang Xiaoqing looked at his hand again, and there was only the contents in the box - a stack of yellowed and brittle tissue paper.

Fortunately, the silk paper was placed in a jade box, so it was not completely burned in the fire.Chang Xiaoqing unfolded the tissue paper lightly, looked at the snowy light reflected from the ground, and saw that the characters on the tissue paper were Lin Mao's handwriting.