boyutpedia Chapter 482 Your body is too weak, you need to take good care of it
Chapter 482 Your body is too weak, you need to take good care of it
As night falls, the silvery moonlight shines on the ancient streets, adding a soft glow to the cold winter night.
At the end of the street, an ancient courtyard stands quietly with its gate closed, as if isolated from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.
On the left side of the gate, a young man was squatting alone, his thin figure trembling slightly in the night wind, like a shadow forgotten in the corner.
He was wearing thin pajamas, the corners of which swayed gently in the wind, outlining his thin body.
He clasped his hands across his chest, trying to block the biting wind, but the little warmth he felt was no match for the bitter cold of the winter night.
His face was red from the cold, and the tip of his nose was flushed. The breath he exhaled turned into white mist and dissipated in the cold air.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps broke the silence of the night, and a tall and handsome young man walked slowly towards them.
He was wearing a dark coat, walking steadily, and his eyes revealed an indescribable firmness and gentleness.
When he saw the young man squatting alone by the wall, his brows couldn't help but frown slightly, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.
"Why did you come out in such a cold day?" The young man's voice was low and magnetic, as if it could penetrate the cold wind and reach the boy's heart.
As he spoke, he stopped, quickly took off his coat, walked over quickly and put it on the boy.
The warmth of the coat instantly enveloped the boy, causing him to shiver involuntarily, but he then felt an unprecedented sense of security.
The boy looked up at the young man, surprise and gratitude flashing in his eyes.
He wanted to say something, but his lips were frozen stiff and could only tremble slightly, without making any sound.
Seeing this, the young man patted his shoulder gently, his voice soft but firm: "Waiting for you to come home is what I should do."
This sentence was plain, but it was like a hammer, hitting the boy's heart hard.
He seemed to have found his belonging at this moment and felt the warmth of home.
He lowered his head and clasped the young man's clothes tightly with both hands, as if afraid that the warmth would suddenly disappear.
The young man felt the boy's trembling and felt a strong desire to protect him.
He reached out and pulled the boy into his arms, tightly wrapping his cold little hand with his large palm.
The boy's body trembled slightly in his arms, but there was a hint of dependence and satisfaction in that trembling.
"It's too cold outside. Just wait for me in the room next time." The young man said softly, his tone full of pampering and care.
He took the boy back to the hall, where a sumptuous dinner had been prepared. The aroma was so tempting that it made people salivate.
Looking at the food on the table, the young man felt a surge of guilt.
He knew that the boy had not even had dinner in order to wait for him to come back.
He sat silently beside the boy, picked up the chopsticks, picked up food for him, his eyes full of heartache and love.
The boy lowered his head to eat, occasionally looking up at the young man, with a happy glint in his eyes.
His face was still pale, but its sickly beauty was even more striking.
He is shorter than boys of the same age, looks handsome and well-behaved, and has a kind of fragility that makes people feel distressed.
The young man's eyes fell on his thin body, and his determination to take good care of him became more firm.
After dinner, the young man took the boy to sit by the fire.
The fire burned brightly, emitting a warm glow that stretched the figures of the two people.
They sat quietly without saying a word, but the tacit understanding and warmth flowed in the air, warming people's hearts.
"You are too weak, you need to take good care of yourself." The young man broke the silence, his eyes full of concern.
He reached out and touched the boy's head, his movements gentle and warm.
The boy nodded slightly, a hint of shyness and gratitude flashing in his eyes.
He knew that the young man had always cared about him and taken care of him, which made him feel extremely happy.
The young man stood up, walked to the medicine cabinet, and took out some nourishing herbs.
He skillfully prepared the medicinal soup, and the faint medicinal fragrance soon filled the entire hall.
The boy watched the young man busy at work, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He knew that the young man had sacrificed a lot for him.
After the medicine soup was ready, the young man walked up to the boy with a bowl of steaming hot medicine.
He blew on it gently, then handed it to the boy carefully.
The boy took the bowl of medicine, felt the warmth and care, and his heart was filled with emotion.
He lowered his head and drank the medicine in small sips. The bitterness was mixed with a hint of sweetness, which made him feel extremely at ease.
With the nourishment of the medicinal soup, the boy's health gradually improved.
His face was no longer so pale, and his body gradually regained strength.
He began to learn martial arts from the young man. Although it was a bit difficult at first, with his unyielding perseverance, he gradually mastered the basic boxing and kicking skills.
One day in winter, snowflakes fluttered down, covering the entire courtyard in silver.
The young men and boys stood in the yard, facing the snowflakes flying all over the sky, their hearts full of lofty ambitions.
They danced with swords, the sword light was like a dragon, interweaving with the snowflakes to form a beautiful picture.
"You're making great progress." The young man was delighted as he watched the boy's increasingly proficient swordsmanship.
He knew that the boy's future would be brighter.
The boy smiled slightly, his eyes gleaming with confidence: "This is all because you have been teaching me."
Hearing this, the young man felt a warm feeling in his heart.
He reached out and patted the boy's shoulder, his eyes full of encouragement: "I believe in you, you will definitely become the best swordsman."
Time flies, and several years have passed in the blink of an eye.
The boy has grown into a handsome and tall young man, and the young man has also become more mature and stable.
They still fight side by side and face the ups and downs of life together.