Broken wings

Ouyang Qian glanced at Han Jiangyuan, who was fainting, his face was full of tears, and his hair was half white, he sighed at the hearts of his parents all over the world, and said in a low voice: "Since Han Ye is dead, let Han Bo take the body back." "

"King Qian is merciful, Cheng, so do it. "

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Ouyang Qian bowed to him.

Yuan Zhen was so tired that he couldn't do it, so he got up and said, "Retreat." "

Yuwangfu

As soon as Ouyang Qian entered Nanfeng's door, Nanfeng couldn't wait to ask, "How is it?"

"Song Yemin was demoted to the county magistrate, fined for three years, and Han Ye was killed with a cane. "

"Hey, that's too cheap for him. "

"After all, he came from the generation of the first emperor, and besides, he is from Yipin, you didn't take a life, and your father-in-law can't punish him too much. Ouyang Qian poured him a cup of tea and handed it over, Nanfeng muttered, "That's right, my father is an official at the same level as him, even if I am killed, I can't really let him pay for my life." "

Han Jiangyuan took him to a barren mountain, and several people in the house helped dig a grave together, and several people worked until it was dark, and then put the coffin firmly in and buried the soil. Seeing that Han Jiangyuan was sad, several people stepped forward to comfort him: "Uncle Han, Han Ye will definitely be reincarnated into a good family in his next life, don't be sad." "

"Yes, the emperor is willing to keep him a whole corpse, which can be regarded as giving him dignity, don't be sad. "

Han Jiangyuan wiped two handfuls of tears: "Old, old, this life is a lonely and helpless end." "

"Han Bo ......".

"He did his own evil, who can he blame?" Han Jiangyuan snorted, "Let's go back, life has to go on as usual." "

"Eh, okay, slow down. "

Several people carried Han Jiangyuan back to the house, Ouyang Qian allowed Han Jiangyuan to rest for a month, and when he went to see him, he seemed to be ten years old, his hair was half gray, and when he saw that his eyes were swollen like walnuts, he lifted his hem and knelt down on one knee in front of him, and said softly: "Uncle Han, I'm sorry." "

"Young master, good boy, get up quickly. Han Jiangyuan pulled him up and sat down, rubbed his red eyes, and poured him a cup of tea, "I don't blame anyone for this, only himself and me, but he always can't teach him the right path." I just said that he was not very good-tempered, how could I have thought that he would even do such a vicious thing...... I'm not qualified to be a father, ......

."

Ouyang Qian silently followed his back, feeling a lot of emotion.

"I'm really sorry about the little young master, he was wronged by the courtiers, wronged by the people, and suffered this ......crime."

Ouyang Qian said in a low voice: "I don't blame you, and my brother won't blame you either." "

"You don't blame you for having a good heart, but the old slave can't take it for granted that nothing happened, in the final analysis, it's still my son's poor discipline......."

"Han Bo ......".

"If the young master is not busy, the old slave wants to talk to you. Ouyang Qian responded, "Uncle Han, you said, I'm not busy." "

"An old ......

".

Twenty-five years ago, Han Jiangyuan was a poor talent from a middle-of-the-road family, with four walls and no food, and he was a literati, so he couldn't do a lot of heavy work, so he had to save money to do a small calligraphy and painting business, barely making a living.

The child has been having a fever recently, so Han Jiangyuan was ready to close the stall early and buy medicine to go home to see the child, pushed the car to the pharmacy to buy medicine, and when he rushed back, he heard a baby's cry.

"Wow......" Han Jiangyuan followed the cry and saw a baby who was still swaddling next to an ancient well. The swaddling clothes were thin and torn, and the wind was still blowing today, and the child's mouth was dry because he was crying all the time. Han Jiangyuan stared at the child for a long time, put down the cart in his hand, picked him up, wrapped him in his coat and hugged him in his arms, the baby looked at him with teary eyes, Han Jiangyuan only knew that this was a fresh life.

Han Jiangyuan put the baby in the stroller and walked home, closed the door when he got home, closed the howling wind, and just settled the

stroller, he heard his wife Wu complaining again: "Didn't you say that you came back earlier today? Why did you get it so late? Do you still have a child in your heart?" The voice suddenly stopped, Wu looked at the baby Han Jiangyuan was holding in his hand, got up and walked this way, and asked for some reason, "Who is this?"

Han Ye put the child on the bed, slept side by side with his own child, and when he covered him with a quilt, he saw that his child's little face was red, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. Han Jiangyuan said in a low voice: "I brought the medicine back, you go and help the child fry it." "

Wu followed, pointed to the baby who was looking around with his eyes open, and asked, "Who is this?"

"An abandoned baby picked up by the ancient well. "

"Han Jiangyuan, are you crazy? Our family is almost out of food, and you still bring outsiders home? Your own children are about to burn to death, you will only bring him these cheap medicinal herbs, and it is useless to drink them for so many days, you are reluctant to buy even some good medicine, and you even pick up other people's children to raise them at home? What do you think!" Wu Shi cried angrily, and kept beating him with both hands, "Instead of having that spare money to care about other people's lives and deaths, it is better to buy more good medicine for your son to drink!" This is the money we save money for our son's medical treatment, and I don't allow you to spend it on anyone else!".

Han Jiangyuan sighed: "It's a human life after all." "

"His life is his life,

isn't your son's life his life! We can't live anymore, do you still have that spare money to save others?" Wu Shi tugged Han Jiangyuan by the collar and asked him to look at the two or three-year-old baby lying inside, "Look at him, look at how sick he is! Look at him! How can you still care about others! I'll just follow you to eat bran vegetables, do you even have to share the money for buying medicine for your child to others!"

"Don't be angry, how much can you eat for such a small child? "

"I'm really blind, follow you, a poor and nosy person!" Wu took the medicinal herbs in the cart and rushed out of the door, Han Jiangyuan looked down at his high and raised front, tidied up his clothes silently, and then sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the two children, at this time he seemed to understand the sentence 'useless is a scholar'.

After the medicine

was decocted, Wu helped the child sit up and fed him the medicine, the child's fever and fever were confused, and his eyes were out of focus, so he drank the medicine and lay down to sleep again. Wu Shi glanced over and saw that Han Jiangyuan was feeding him with a soup spoon, it seemed that the child had been really hungry for a long time, eating rice soup in a big gulp, and before he knew it, he saw the bottom of a bowl.

Wu covered the child with a quilt, walked to the table, looked at the bowl of white rice porridge in front of him, there was not even a little diced pickles, and tears flowed down again, what kind of days have they lived......

Han Jiang saw that she was still sad, so he comforted her: "Let's make do with some food today, and tomorrow I will come back from the stall and buy some meat to eat, ah?"

"No need, you better save this money for someone else to raise a son. Wu picked up the bowl and drank the white rice porridge in a few sips, then went to bed and hugged the child to sleep. Han Jiangyuan lowered his eyes, and his heart was also sad, and he heard the chirping of the baby in his arms for a moment, it turned out that the child was still waiting for him to feed him, and the two little hands grabbed the soup spoon and handed it to his mouth, and Han Jiangyuan continued to fill the rice soup for him to eat. Wu looked at the child in front of him, put his hand on his head to try the heat, but the result was still hot and scary, I really don't know if the child can stand it, Wu looked at him and looked at him, tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

Han Jiangyuan went out early the next morning, leaving only Wu and two children at home, although Wu hated the child he picked up, he still fed him his own meal.

At first, there was no problem, but after a few days, the baby began to get hot, this disease came very strangely, Han Jiangyuan hugged him to see the doctor, the doctor said that he was born with a disease, this disease is not incurable, but it is very expensive to use money, and ordinary people don't look down on it at all. Han Jiangyuan then remembered why he was discarded, he was born with a disease, and the people in his family planned to give up early while the child was still young and had no feelings for him, so as to save the cost of all the family's property and not be able to return to the sky, and then the people and money would be empty.

Han Jiangyuan took the child

back home, and heard Wu say that the child was seriously ill again, Han Jiangyuan hurriedly took his child to see the doctor, and the doctor saw it and said that the child had burned out his brain, and even if he could save it, he would be stupid. Han Jiangyuan was shocked, he had to entrust the doctor with all his strength for treatment, the family really had no money, so he ran to his hometown, seeking help from his elderly parents, he couldn't ride a horse, and hiring a carriage was too expensive, in order to save the money for taking the carriage back, he ran home, it took more than half a month to arrive, he ate a few dry meals on the way, and when he got home, his lips were all dry and cracked.

As soon as he entered the village, people surrounded him: "Eh, isn't this Han Jiangyuan who went to Beijing to take the exam? Why did he come back?"

"Ouch, he's finally back, let's go and say hello to him......

."

Han Jiangyuan bent down, pressed his hands on his knees and gasped, and saw two or three plainly dressed young men coming over: "Jiang Yuan." "

Han Jiangyuan raised his head and looked, the young man's face was complicated, and he asked politely: "Didn't you go to Beijing to take the exam? Why haven't you been away from home for several years? Our hometown has changed a lot ......in the past few years."

"I didn't catch the exam that year, so I found a job in the adjacent place, what about my father?

"This ......," the few people looked at each other, "you better go and see for yourself......

".

Han Jiangyuan's heart fell, and he raised his feet and rushed home, and the few young people left behind shook their heads and sighed: "This family is really pitiful, ......

."