Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

There was a neat row of footprints at the gate of the mansion.

Song Huisheng thought that the scholar had gone. He didn't know where he had gone, but since he didn't find a friend, he must have gone back to his home.

But soon he knew he was wrong.

The scholar didn't leave at all. He would come every morning and stand at the gate of his residence. He would be gone in the afternoon.

Song Huisheng didn't know it until his naughty brother threw his little sister's sandbag on the tree. He climbed up the tree to get it and saw the scholar standing at the gate of the mansion.

After that, he would go to the tree every day to see, only to find out this.

The scholar doesn't know what's wrong with him. Maybe he really can't bear the bustling snow in his mansion. He wants to come here every morning to listen to it. In the afternoon, when the children can't come to play in the yard, he leaves.

The scholar thought that when the snow was melting, he would leave and never come again.

But one day, a mass of snow hit his head again. The scholar didn't get confused this time. He looked up and saw the boy sitting in the tree.

Song Huihui looked at him strangely for a while, then suddenly he went down from the tree again.

The scholar thought about it. Although he regretted that he couldn't listen any more today, he still turned around and planned to leave. But before he took a few steps, he heard the sound of the door being pushed open behind him.

Song echo's hoarse voice rang out behind him, "scholar, can you teach?"

The scholar paused and looked back at the boy.

Seeing that he didn't answer, song Huisheng thought about it and asked, "you don't have to be able to teach. Can you read?"

In fact, the scholar never said he was a scholar, but everyone who saw him would call him "Scholar" subconsciously, probably because of his temperament.

"I've read a lot of books." The scholar replied.

Song Huisheng is relieved. He thinks that he just looks like a scholar and doesn't know any words.

"That's just right. My younger brothers and sisters also need to read. Would you like to stay and teach them to read?" In fact, it's time to invite a gentleman in the government.

But his younger brothers and sisters are still too young, and his grandmother is too old to remember. Song Huisheng is afraid that the husband he invited is not good enough. Instead, he delays his younger brothers and sisters, so he has never made up his mind.

However, it really can't be delayed. Song Huisheng intended to wait for the Spring Festival to decide who to invite, but these days he saw that the scholar didn't want to go and was waiting outside every day. Every time he left, he looked sad, so he had this idea.

Song Huisheng thinks that if the scholar doesn't teach well, he will quit when spring comes. Anyway, the scholar should be able to accept the fact that his friend really doesn't live here.

The scholar only heard that he could stay. As soon as his eyes brightened, he nodded his head and said, "yes."

"What's your name?" Song echoed.

After a pause, the scholar thought of the plaque at the gate of the mansion and the reaction of old Li Tou at the gate of the city when he saw his name. He said, "my name is Song Wei."

"Your surname is song, too?" Song echo side head looked at him, some carefully hidden surprise.

As a child, I have to pretend to be calm just because I have to take care of my family, so as not to be bullied.

Song Wei nodded his head, then lowered his voice slightly and said: "the Mountain Ghost is that Wei."

Fortunately, song echo didn't show fear.

Song Wei quietly relieved.