"yes, is that really that weird?" I asked.

"There can be no mistake, but I can't say that when I was there. All I can say is that there is nothing I can do. Daughter Lin Ying saw that she couldn't rush around. Xiangyi's wife plans to go to Jingxian's little living Buddha to have a look. But her daughter Lin Ying didn't let her go. The second half-immortal said.

"Why don't you let me go?" Xiaomei asked.

Lin Ying's teeth don't believe in that evil, she said, what a bullshit little living Buddha, you are full of feudal superstition, and that person's life is a child's play. And then there is the old thing that respects the virtuous, with a 'gray' look on his face. It's disgusting to see. ”

It is generally said that Weng and daughter-in-law have an ambiguous relationship, which is called "picking ashes". The term "dusting" has a long history. According to legend, after Su Dongpo lost his wife in the prime of life, coupled with his unsmooth career, he was relatively decadent, and he was idle at home, not asking about everything, and his proud calligraphy and resignation were no longer playing, and he didn't even enter the study for a few days. His son was not a decent father, and he was idle, and often did not come home.

However, he married a talented and beautiful little daughter-in-law, and often made peace with Su Dongpo in terms of poetry. Therefore, the relationship between Weng and daughter-in-law is closer than that of father and son.

At noon one day, Su Dongpo was bored after drinking, came to the study, and sat at the desk and took a nap. The desk had not been cleaned for many days, and a thin layer of dust had fallen. Just when Su Dongpo was bored, his daughter-in-law was wearing a light green thin skirt, holding a teapot and a teacup, and brought him tea.

Seeing his daughter-in-law's curly and moving figure and youthful and beautiful dress, Su Dongpo was unexpectedly upset. dipped his hand in water and wrote on the table: There is a pipa in the green gauze tent, although there is a spring and I dare not play it.

His daughter-in-law looked at it, isn't this ambiguous, her husband has not come home for many days, and her father-in-law has this mind to fulfill him, thinking of this, her face is feverish, and she also dips her hands in water, and writes: Why don't father-in-law play a song, and the fat water does not flow into the fields of outsiders.

Just when Weng and his daughter-in-law were eyebrows and began to make love, Su Dongpo's son suddenly came back and ran to the study to visit his father. Su Dongpo was worried that his son would see the mystery on the desk, so he flicked the sleeves of his robe and wiped off the handwriting. His son was puzzled by Su Dongpo's actions and hurriedly asked, "Father, what are you doing?" Su Dongpo replied: I will pick up the ashes.

There are many legends about the word "dusting", and I will not go into it here.

The next day, Lin Ying took her father to the county hospital, and the villagers who went with her came back to say. The doctor observed for a long time and did not come up with a treatment plan, so he came for a routine examination. Blood tests, urine tests, fluoroscopy, CT, MRI, etc. are endless. Finally, the reason for the consultation is unknown.

Lin Yingmao couldn't find out the cause of the disease? I had no choice but to transfer to a large hospital with better equipment and more specialists for treatment.

At this time, the black handprint on Xiangyi's back became darker and darker, and there was a tendency to spread. The auspicious sweat of pain soaked through the clothes, like a burden.

When he returned from the provincial hospital, he said that Lin Xiangyi was terminally ill and had no medicine. The reason is that the doctor of the provincial hospital did not say anything about the disease, only said that there is no such case in the country at present. Go home and take care of the patient, let the patient eat whatever he wants. The implication is that the blind man has an eye disease and is not cured.

The sky was thunderbolting, and the old and young of the Lin family were like eggplants with frost, wilting.

Lin Yingniang was as red as if she had lost her soul, and washed her face with tears every day. has changed the fierce and vicious face of the past, and no longer sweeps people with the corners of his eyes like the official's wife in the village. Low-eyed and pleasing to the eye and good at interacting with people, fantasy can happen miracles.

Lin Yingniang Yanhong accompanied Lin Xiangyi back from the hospital and knew that the hospital had sentenced Xiangyi to death. The news was not told to Xiangyi, and I am afraid that he would not be able to withstand this deep blow. Hiding from him, he only said that it was a skin disease, and the doctor said that there was no need for any medicine, and it would be fine after a while.

Later, someone suggested going to the little living Buddha to have a look, but Lin Ying finally couldn't resist her mother, so she asked her mother to take Lin Xiangyi to the little living Buddha. Jing Xian saw that the village chief was coming, and he was sincerely afraid. Especially Yan Hong usually takes good care of her, nearly fifty people, but at first glance she looks like thirty-three or four. Jingxian's eyes never left.

Yan Hong gritted her teeth and scolded in her heart: "Jingxian, you mule, you bastard! Sooner or later, the old lady will gouge out your eyeballs and step on them." "But when you ask for someone, you don't dare to be presumptuous, and you have to smile with your face.

Jingxian is not stupid, he knows that this evil thought can only be thought about, and the corners of Yanhong's eyes and eyebrows are hatred that can't escape his thief's eyes.

The little living Buddha only glanced at Xiangyi and didn't say anything. Stuffy head to eat a black light bowl of snowflake pears with a big mouth. Beat to death and never speak again. Jingxian roughly knew the intention of the little living Buddha and told the village chief that the village chief was ill. Let's look in the direction of witches and immortals.

The living Buddha must be with the help of a child's physical body, and the way of expression is limited. He sees through you and can't say anything, so he can only explain it in two ways: ignoring you or being frightened. Kyunghyun explained.

Lin Xiangyi nodded, and he was also respectful in front of the gods and Buddhas. Don't dare to have the slightest distraction.

Xiangyi didn't think about tea and rice due to the severe pain, and within a few days, his cheeks and forehead were sunken, and his eyes were stunned. It's like two people in the past.

That day, I went to the big white peach store to buy a bottle of wine, and when I met Lin Ying, who was also going to buy something, I asked if Lin Xiangyi's illness had recovered.

Lin Ying looked sad and briefly talked about the experience of going to the hospital in the past few days. I said, "In that case, I'll go over and take a look, it's also called Wangcai, this kid knows a lot about this!"

"It's just that dirty and smelly 'stunned eye', right? I want to vomit when I see him. Go, go. Your sworn friend, you call the shots!" Lin Ying looked at me and said helplessly.

"Then you go back first, I can't go empty-handed," I said.

"Don't, don't go whatever you buy, I'm in trouble this time. Otherwise, I should go to see your uncle and aunt first. Don't buy it, I won't spare you if I buy it!" Lin Ying hurriedly left.

I turned my head to look at the big white peach and asked meaningfully: "Sister, what do you say I should buy for the village ---- chief?" I deliberately made the word village chief very long.

Obviously, Da Bai Tao heard the sound outside the strings: "Go, how do I know? Didn't you hear that goblin-like Xiaoying say not to buy it?"

Da Bai Tao glanced out and scolded in a low voice, "Stinky boy, you are bad, be careful that someone tells you a daughter-in-law, and demolish the stage for you!" I laughed.

Da Bai Tao grabbed the Jiang rice noodles on the counter and put them in my mouth, "Still laughing! Still laughing! I'm in a hurry to cut off your small handfuls and let you be a eunuch!"

I ran out of the big white peach store to find Wangcai. Wangcai was doing laundry at home, and I was surprised: "Fuck, the sun is coming out of the west?

Wangcai didn't raise his head: "Peach blossom luck, a little widow has taken a fancy to me, let me be clean." Isn't this also for ······· What, got it?"

"Is the village a real thing?" I asked urgently.

Wangcai raised his head: ", it seems that you are more anxious than me, don't you have any ideas?