After a few gestures in the car, Zheng Ya felt that the surrounding scenery was not right. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Stick your head out and look out.

I found that Lin Zhiyu's cross-country had run too far, and his own farm yard was thrown behind a few hundred meters, and he couldn't help shouting loudly: Lin Zhiyu, stop, park, I'm home

Lin Zhiyu braked, stopped on the side of the road, stretched out his head to look left and right, didn't see a farmhouse on the side, and couldn't help asking: Zheng Ya, your home is not on the side of the road, do you still need to walk?

Zheng Ya jumped out of the car, holding the medicinal herbs in his right hand, touching his head with his left hand, pointing behind his back, and then said: I was a little nervous just now, and I accidentally ran over.

Lin Zhiyu looked at it, a few hundred meters away, there were indeed several small farm yards, and then looked at Zheng Ya who was embarrassed, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Having just experienced the shadow of the ticket kidnapping, after chuckling, he was greatly relieved, Lin Zhiyu looked at Zheng Ya, who was clear and delicate, and was slightly thin, and his heart swelled with a completely different feeling from usual.

I feel that some students don't have an in-depth understanding, and it is really difficult to know his true character and true appearance.

She never thought that Zheng Ya, who is usually shy and showy, also has a brave and witty side.

With a joy like discovering the treasure in the gravel, Lin Zhiyu asked softly: Zheng Ya, aren't you going to school? I'll send you to school.

Zheng Ya smiled, tightened his right hand holding the medicinal herbs, and then said: No, I still have something to do at home, you go back first, I'll take the car by myself later.

Lin Zhiyu has really encountered a lot of things today, and at this time, there is also an urge to go home to her parents and cry, but Zheng Ya's refusal still made her feel a faint disappointment in her heart, and smiled reluctantly: Okay, then I'll go first.

Zheng Ya waved his left hand.

Lin Zhiyu launched the off-road.

At this time, Zheng Ya only felt that his head was slightly dizzy, and then suddenly, as if he saw himself behind the cross-country and shouted: Sister Zhiyu

Lin Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, his face was slightly red, and he poked his head out of the car window: What's the matter?

Zheng Ya said loudly: Be careful on the road, take a deep breath, take a deep breath, just three lines.

Lin Zhiyu's heart warmed, and he said: I know, with a twist of the hand, the car starts.

Zheng Ya shouted again: Sister Zhiyu

Lin Zhiyu was called twice by herself, and her face was already flushed, but she still poked her head out: What else is going on?

The body that is not commanded is already like a showman, and he said sourly: Xiaosheng's family is poor, and he wants to go to Beijing to take the exam, but he is not entangled, and he hopes that his sister will sponsor one or two

After speaking, his body shook slightly, and he deliberately let his ragged school uniform fly.

Lin Zhiyu was obviously stunned for a moment, then looked at his back, a slightly moved expression appeared in his eyes, and said: I know.

After saying that, he stepped on the accelerator and went off the road at a high speed.

After half a ring, Zheng Ya finally felt that he was back to normal, a little frightened in his heart, and a little worried, Zheng Ya stood in place, quickly analyzing his own problems.

After half a ring, Zheng Ya was thoughtful, and the expression on his face gradually became firm.

Zheng Ya basically figured out his situation.

There is no doubt that the subconscious mind that awakens to oneself is an abnormal phenomenon, and while it is of great help to oneself, it will also have a certain impact on one's personality.

And just now, the reason why I am like this is, to put it simply, the subconscious has the upper hand.

For example, calling Lin Zhiyu his sister, and finally asking Lin Zhiyu for the reward of the hero to save the beauty, in fact, it was because his subconscious ran out on his own and expressed what he wanted to say but didn't say.

Standing in a daze for a while, Zheng Ya used his strength in his hands, tightly knitted the medicinal materials in the bag, and strode towards his house.

If Zheng Guan's memory is really awakened in his subconscious, instead of his insanity, then his father's legs will improve greatly under his own treatment.

Otherwise, Zheng Ya's heart swelled with inexplicable sadness.

My father has been sick for a long time, but there is a medicine jar at home.

Zheng Ya stabilized his mind and began to boil the medicine according to the method in his memory.

An hour later, Zheng Ya held a bowl of Chinese medicine in his hand and walked towards his father: Dad, this is the Chinese medicine I saw in the book, supplemented by special techniques, which should have some effect on your legs.

Zheng Lin smiled bitterly: Ya'er, my leg is sick

Before he finished speaking, he had already seen the persistence and firmness in Zheng Ya's eyes, the tone in his mouth changed, and he said with a smile: Okay, I'll eat, but if I drink the medicine, you have to go to school immediately.

Zheng Ya nodded, then delivered the Chinese medicine to his father, his legs bent slightly, half-kicked in front of Zheng Lin, and his hands began to beat Zheng Lin's legs rhythmically.

The father's injuries naturally came into his mind through his own hands: his father's legs were blocked by someone who intercepted the meridians, and the meridians were blocked for many years, causing the muscles in his legs to gradually atrophy.

And now, I need to use medicine to gradually stimulate the vitality of my father's meridians, and then use the technique of massage to gradually resolve the technique of amputation of the pulse, and my father should be able to stand up straight for more than ten times in a row

Zheng Ya concentrated, without distractions, carefully massaged his father, and the massage technique that he had practiced in his consciousness and used for the first time gradually became proficient in Zheng Ya's hands.

For a whole hour of massage, a trace of fine sweat broke out on Zheng Ya's forehead.

Looking at my father, I found that he was already lying in a wheelchair, unconsciously sleeping comfortably.

With a long breath, Zheng Ya stood up straight, walked out of the door, and gently closed the door.

Outside the door, Zheng Ya exhaled a long breath, a bright smile appeared on his face, and involuntarily, he gently clenched his right fist, his body fell down, and he shouted in his heart: Yay!

The treatment really worked.

Zheng Ya's heart was full of joy.

The massage was on the father's leg, and the father's leg had the reaction that should have been in the treatment, the atrophied muscles appeared to be ruddy, and the veins blocked like earthworms gradually calmed down under his own massage.

Everything shows that the treatment works.

While Zheng Ya was sincerely happy that she had found a way to treat her father's legs, her heart once again swelled with a strong fighting spirit.

Work hard, Zheng Ya!

Come on, Zheng Ya!

Thinking of his hard work and the difficult experience of studying hard to resist the strange experience of staying in the second year of junior high school, and thinking about his academic performance after high school, no matter how hard he tried, Zheng Ya clenched his fists tightly, raised his head slightly, and said in his heart: Come on, Zheng Ya.

Her mother has gone out to work, her sister has gone to school, Zheng Ya felt her state in the yard, and felt again that after healing her father's wounds, her awakened subconscious was invisibly much kinder.

Standing on the spot and feeling it carefully, Zheng Ya's face showed a thoughtful expression.

If you want to recover, the easiest way is to integrate this subconscious meaning into your memory, and just now, I treated my father, which is very in line with Zheng Guan's subconscious, the concept of putting filial piety first, invisibly, but it has benefited me a lot.

To be precise, Zheng Ya seems to have found a way to heal herself, recover, and maintain this magical consciousness.

Standing in the courtyard, Zheng Ya thought in his heart, then, is it possible that the closer his personality and personality are to Zheng Guan, the more complete his memories will become?

After half a ring, Zheng Ya stood up straight, glanced at his father's room memorially, and said softly: Dad, I will come back next week and continue to heal you.

After speaking, he picked up his old backpack and walked out of the small courtyard of the farmhouse, and soon stopped a passing bus.