My apprentice is not easy

Chapter 330
After Zhu Bai calmed down, Ling Yun took out some spiritual materials and put them into the stove.

The faint blue flames burned quietly, reflecting his pupils and making him slightly distracted.

Wake up, in fact, can already.

It's just that he doesn't want to.

He is a little greedy... this kind of innocence that can ignore everything.

Ling Yun never even thought that these things would be added to his life.

Got a family, and got back... a friend I thought I'd never get back.

But innocence is always fleeting.

The child will grow up, and he can't always be immersed in this kind of beauty.

There are many things waiting for him.

For example, Fu Yaosi...for example, a thief who needs to be dealt with.

But even waking up is better than before.

before……

Ling Yun's peripheral vision fell on the rabbit beside him unconsciously.

Before being discovered, it was taken back without a trace.

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Ling Yun has been alone since he was a child.

The mother came here as a refugee. It is said that she offended someone and came from another country.

After fleeing to this small village and leaving him behind, he died that night.

The family that adopted him barely supported him because of the money his mother gave him when he died.

That family has its own children, and has the ambition to cultivate their children into talents.

For him, it was only because he was afraid of being stabbed in the back by the villagers, saying that he took other people's money but did not do anything, so he didn't throw it away cruelly.

So, never good.

He has no memory of being too young. He only knows that he has been helping the family since he was four or five years old.

Never had enough to eat, and never had an unbroken garment.

The winter here is very cold.

Sometimes, with an empty stomach, I hide in the corner of the room, hugging myself tightly to keep warm.

Actually... nothing.

That's what I accepted from the beginning, so I don't feel wrong, I don't feel sad, I don't cry.

It's just that at some point, there will be expectations.

I hope that I can be like other children... At the same time, I know that it is impossible.

I never just think about it.

Such days lasted for several years.

When he was seven years old, a family moved into the village.

A mother, a boy.

Just as the villagers said, it was the same when he came to this village.

But there is always a difference.

His mother is gone, and he lives with others.

That boy...his mother is a very gentle person, but sometimes she can be very tough.

Under the arrangement of the village head, the mother and son lived next door to his house.

At that time, he didn't think he would have anything to do with the neighbor who moved here suddenly.

Is silent, continue his life.

That day, it was an autumn night.

He accidentally broke the bowl, was beaten and scolded, and kicked out of the house.

If there is no accident, I have to sleep outside for the night.

He got used to walking to the place where the hay was stacked and lay down.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he heard a questioning voice.

"Hey, won't you be cold if you lie here?"

He opened his eyes to see.

I saw a boy with his eyes wide open, leaning over the fence, looking at him curiously.

So he shook his head.

"Fortunately."

The boy tilted his head and put his hand in through the fence.

"Give me your hand."

He didn't understand, and didn't do anything.

The boy leaned against the fence and put his hand on his.

Then the volume was raised.

"Liar! It's so cold, yet it's not cold!"

He looked down.

His hands were thin and small, the bottom of the pot was stained black, and the mouth was dry and cracked.

The boy's hands are fat and white...very warm.

Then the boy withdrew his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey, come out of it!"

He didn't move.

Looking at the boy puzzled.

The boy stood up and waved at him.

"Come out, what do you see me doing?"

Oddly enough, he got up and walked out of the yard.

The boy ran over a few steps, pulled him, and walked into the nearby yard.

Again, entered the door.

The boy's mother sat at the table with her back to the door, eating alone.

Hearing a noise, he smiled.

"Didn't you run away from home? Go, what are you doing when you come back?"

The boy tilted his head and snorted coldly.

Without speaking, she pulled him over and sat opposite his mother.

Said to him.

"Hey, there is a stool next to it, sit down!"

He was a little embarrassed.

Standing there, overwhelmed.

... When he was at home, he never served a meal at the table.

What's more, this is someone else's house.

Seeing that he was not moving, the boy jumped off the stool and pushed him backwards.

He seemed to think that he would be able to sit on it.

Unfortunately, he was not tall enough, so he pushed and pushed, and fell down together with the stool behind him.

The boy looked at him with a "how could this be?" expression on his face.

The boy's mother laughed out loud.

He turned over by himself, got up, supported the stool, and pushed it back to its original position, then again, he didn't know what to do.

The boy leaned over again and pulled him.

"You go up and sit, let's eat together, and we'll be warm after eating."

He didn't dare, and turned his gaze to the boy's mother.

She smiled softly.

"Sit down and eat, it just so happens that I do too much today."

He opened his mouth and said.

"Thank you, I don't..."

"Shall I hold you on the stool?"

She interrupted his refusal and said so.

He shook his head hastily, turned and walked outside.

"I, I still have something to do..."

No, the boy grabbed him, holding him tightly.

"No! I heard you, they told you to sleep outside at night, it's so cold outside, you'll freeze to death!"

He tried to free his gripped arm.

Didn't come out.

So he turned around and explained to the boy.

"Won't freeze to death..."

Before he finished speaking, a hand fell on his head.

He turned to look.

The boy's mother was looking at him tenderly, she asked.

"What's your name, kid?"

At that moment, he thought... so mother is like this.

"Ling, Ling Yun..."

"Then I'll call you Xiaoyun, okay?"

After speaking, without waiting for his consent, he lifted him up with his hands and put him on the stool.

The boy hurriedly sat back in his seat, took the empty bowl on his side, and filled the soup awkwardly.

"Come on, Xiaoyun, have some soup!"

He... Maybe he couldn't resist, this long-awaited tenderness, coupled with an empty stomach, he obeyed.

The boy watched him until he shyly put down the empty bowl.

Not wanting to, the boy snatched the bowl away, filled it up again, and placed it in front of him again.

"My name is Zhu Bai. From now on, you will call me Brother Bai, you understand?"

After thinking about it, he said again.

"No, you call now!"

He drank other people's soup and was very embarrassed, so he yelled.

"Brother Bai."

"It's not brother, it's brother!"

"Brother Bai."

"No... it's brother, brother Bai!"

"Well, Brother Bai."

The boy was stuck in words, and amidst his mother's ridicule, he slapped the table angrily.

"Brother Bai, let me be Brother Bai, let me tell you, after you yelled, I will be under the white mask!"

"In this area, if anyone dares to bully you, just tell me!"

"I'll beat him up for you!"

(End of this chapter)