Standing on the uninhabited path, Qin Fan listened to Ding Shishi's words, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back.

He said that if people simply had a high fever, they would not be so anxious, after all, they were all natives of the village.

If you encounter a headache and brain fever on weekdays, it's good to grit your teeth and get through it.

But this time, not only did the person have a high fever, but he also kept talking nonsense in his mouth, and it didn't look like he was simply sick for a while, but a bit like he was evil.

"Auntie, for so many years, my heart has not been put down, I always feel that Brother He will come back, I think it has become a knot in my heart now, if I can't find someone, she will not be happy. ”

Ding Shishi sighed and begged Qin Fan to go with him.

When they first came to this village, they didn't know many people, and the only one who had a little friendship was Qin Fan, who knew that he was young and promising, not only the village doctor, but even the village chief had to give some face.

After such an early afternoon, seeing that Aunt He's fever had not subsided, he hurriedly came to ask Qin Fan.

"Don't think about it so much, it's cold now, the house is damp, it's easy to have a fever, and my aunt is weak, so it's normal to can't stand it for a while. ”

Qin Fan said in a deep voice, his brows furrowed into a Sichuan character, which could almost kill a fly.

He was thinking about another thing in his heart, if Aunt He really fell into evil, then it would be the second time such a thing had happened in the Qin family's old family.

Li Yuxiang, who bought the house before, has not come back for many years and does not know much about the house.

After her family fell ill, she didn't live for long, and people said that the feng shui in this house was wrong, and it was always gloomy, and it didn't take long for the house to be sold again.

When he traveled around the world with thousands of crazy Taoists before, Qin Fan simply learned the art of feng shui numerology.

At that time, he was only half a child, and he was only interested in playing, and even if he did, he only learned a little bit of the skin, but it was of little use, and he could only take a slight look.

People never thought that the feng shui techniques they had learned before would be able to play a role now.

Between the two of them, they had already arrived at the Qin family's old house, and after the yard was cleaned up, it looked bright and clean.

Even the broken door outside the gate was carefully washed by them with water, and in a trance, it was as if this place had never left anyone.

Qin Fan came in a hurry, he didn't carry any medicine in his hand, only a box of silver needles in his trouser pocket.

As soon as he entered the room, he heard a faint wheezing sound.

The voice is faint, and the interval is long, as if you can't take a breath and will gasp to death.

He walked briskly up to the second floor, and when he reached the room where Aunt He lived, he heard the sound of crying floating out through the crack in the door before he could enter.

"Son, you've suffered for so many years......"

"Look at how you are living now, I really don't have the face to live as a mother, so we might as well go underground together to find your father. ”

A woman who has suffered from thinking about her son for many years, when it comes to the moment of heartbreak, will always say these words that make people feel emotional.

Qin Fan gently pushed the door open and entered, and as soon as he arrived in the house, he felt that the temperature here was higher than in other places.

It was obviously a cool weather after the rain, but because I was afraid that Aunt He would get cold again, there were no windows in the house, and the whole house seemed to be circling with a heat wave.

"You go and open the windows first, now you need to ventilate. ”

Qin Fan waved his hand and asked Chen Yushan, who was squatting aside to wash the handkerchief, to push the window open.

The two of them can be regarded as Aunt He's sons, and they do things themselves, not only covering people with cool quilts, but also wearing wet handkerchiefs on their heads.

Aunt He, who was lying on the bed, had hollow eyes, and her eyes were extremely cloudy, looking a bit like Yao Qing who was bent on asking for death at that time.

But she hadn't seen her all night, Qin Fan felt that her whole person's anger seemed to have been completely sucked away, and she quickly aged, and the person lying there was like a dead stump.

Her face was like a vegetable, and because she hadn't drunk water for a long time, the corners of her mouth were dry and white, and her two eyes were fixed on the ceiling, looking at one side and talking nonsense on the other.

"Qin Wazi, I dreamed that I saw my son......"

Qin Fan squatted on the side of the bed, wanting to reach out and take out a silver needle for her to pierce into the acupuncture point to stabilize the person's spirit, but who knew that as soon as he made a movement in his hand, he was suddenly caught by her powerful hand.

The strength was very strong, and he dragged it tightly, as if he was afraid that he would break free.

This strength is a bit like the meaning of returning to the light, after all, Aunt He on weekdays looks like a person who will be blown down by a gust of wind.

"Auntie, I have learned fortune-telling before, since you can dream of Brother He in your dreams, it means that he must still be alive, and your mother and son will meet one day sooner or later. ”

Qin Fan comforted, squatting on the side of the bed and not daring to move, afraid that her spirit would be tense again.

"No ......"

"You don't have to say these words to comfort me, I know that my son is no longer there, and he was ...... yesterday when I dreamed of him"

As if she had gone crazy, she lay on the bed and shook her head desperately, tears running down the corners of her eyes, and soon wet the pillow towel.

The eyes of this desperate mother were so empty and sad that Qin Fan couldn't bear to look at it, wanting her to calm down as soon as possible.

"Auntie, you have a fever now, if you have anything to say, you will talk about it when you get better. ”

"Yes, auntie, since last night, you haven't even drunk a drop of water, how can a human body stand it if it goes on like this?"

Ding Shishi and Chen Yushan still helped to talk behind them, and the two of them had long regarded Aunt He as their mother.

Since He Kunsheng's disappearance, these two people have decided to save an ration in the future to support Aunt He's old age.

Originally, after many years, several of them gradually accepted the facts, but when they heard the movement from Sanshi Village, they still couldn't help but want to come and take a look.

"How I have been able to survive for many years is because of my son, but now that Kunzi is gone, how can I survive......"

Aunt He wept, and she vigorously decided that her son was no longer alive.

"Auntie, I have learned fortune-telling before, and naturally I can interpret dreams, you might as well drink saliva, and after your mood stabilizes, tell us about the dream you had yesterday?"

Seeing that her emotions had not stabilized, and she had pinched her hands so much that red marks appeared, Qin Fan had no choice but to take a roundabout approach.

"Really, you really know how to interpret dreams and fortunes for others?!"

As if grasping a life-saving straw, Aunt He's voice increased a few points, and the strength in her hand became heavier.

"Yes, I believe that there are many things in the world that science cannot explain, and perhaps dreams can give us instructions. ”

Qin Fan nodded, looking at her very firmly.