By the time he had arranged the patient, Lin Churan was already standing at the door of the house. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Chu Ran, don't take it to heart, that, she has a problem here, it's been many years, don't go to your heart." Zhou Xiaoyun's father pointed to his head, and he didn't know what to say to comfort people, after all, he was a farmer in the village and had no culture. Speaking of culture, I thought of the intellectual wife lying upstairs, but I didn't expect it to be like this, sighed, and showed helplessness on my face.

Lin Churan was still distracted when she ran out of the house, and when she opened the door, she reflexively looked at the painting on the wall, in which there was a monster with a fierce face, and a pair of gloomy green eyes flowed opposite her.

Standing in front of the door at this time, she was vaguely thinking, maybe she hadn't slept on the road last night to see the dazzling eyes, but the bizarre things that happened in the past two days and felt that the monster on the painting was alive, alive! Thinking of this word, Lin Churan was startled, almost unable to stand steady, and came back to his senses to find that Zhou Xiaoyun's father looked embarrassed and helpless in front of him, saying what not to take to heart.

Lin Churan shook his head at him absentmindedly: "It's okay, it's okay." Thinking of something and worried, he said: "By the way, how is Zhou Xiaoyun now." ”

Zhou Xiaoyun's father sighed again: "The girl can't stay, since your grandmother died not long ago, her mother has been sick, talking nonsense in the village all day long, crazy, and once beat her very badly, the girl threw away the book and ran away from home in a fit of anger...... I heard that I am currently working in the city. Seeing that Lin Churan's face was not very good, he hurriedly said: "Oh, I won't say it, I didn't mean to implicate your grandmother." That's what it means.

Seeing his helpless appearance, Lin Churan was not embarrassed: "I have a number, I'll go to Uncle Zhou Xing's side, you can go back and get busy first." ”

That painting has a sense of harm, Lin Churan didn't say it, and it's not good to destroy it rashly, after all, it's not her thing, let's put it aside for the time being, it seems that they don't think it's inappropriate, it's really a mess...

Lin Churan walked to Uncle Zhou Xing's house familiarly, and his steps were a little hurried.

Cool breeze hibiscus fence.

The hibiscus and locust trees that dot every house are scarce, and walking on the asphalt road has turned back to the gravel road of the past, and Lin Churan has no time to think about how to water half of the road without watering the reason.

Passing through the small grain field, you came to the big hibiscus tree on the east slope of Zhoujiazhuang, which was a shortcut to Uncle Zhou Xing's house.

She was very surprised when she stood under the big hibiscus tree, there were many blue and white strange flowers blooming on the grass, at first glance it looked like a kind of blue thorn that her grandmother used to pick for medicine, but when she squatted down and looked closer, it was not. This flower plant is about 20 centimeters high, the head inflorescence grows on a solitary stem branch, and there is a whole circle of dense blue or white small flowers, the petals are in the shape of lobed lines, and the gaze looks like a sparse surface with floating short hairs, which attracts her.

The more he looked at it, the more strange it became, Lin Churan simply stood up, and remembered that he saw a hibiscus tree with a glimmer of light when he climbed the mountain in the middle of the night.

This large hibiscus tree is equivalent to the marker of Zhoujiazhuang, its height is more than eight meters, more than twice that of ordinary hibiscus, and the trunk is also thicker, and it takes two adults to hold it hand in hand. It blooms every other year, and the number of flowers is only a handful. If someone in the village has a high fever that does not go away, picking a petal can reduce the fever by taking it orally, and the picked petals will wither and become invalid in the next year. I don't know when, the big hibiscus tree in the east has also become the sacred tree of Zhoujiazhuang, in the past, there will be activities to worship the tree god, and later with the increase in the population of foreign surnames and the arrival of ****, the big hibiscus tree is a little dull.

The flowering of the sacred tree can cure diseases, and the divine tree shines that the forest has never looked at at it. She looked at the blue and white strange flowers at her feet, could it be that this flower could shine at night, she had never seen this kind of flower in all the years she had been in the village, would it...

She thought of Zhou Xiaoyun's mother's harsh nonsense just now, one thing is true, she was indeed born by Zhou Ying'er, as for those devils, foreign marriages, curses and so on, it remains to be speculated.

Continue to walk and meet the villager Liu Juan, who is five or six years older than Lin Churan, and has a good impression of people, and taught her needlework when she was a child. At this time, Liu Juan was walking with a vegetable basket in her hand and lowering her eyes, Lin Churan called out in a friendly voice, only to see that she had some eyes dodging, and she hadn't seen her for many years and didn't say a word, so she nodded slightly and bypassed, and hurriedly walked away.

She was a little dumbfounded, what had happened to the village after leaving? The answer is still to go to Uncle Zhou Xing to find it.

Crossing the bush path, from Zhou Xiaoyun's house in the southwest to Uncle Zhou Xing's house in the east, Lin Churan spent a quarter of an hour. In front of her sat a woman leaning towards the small hanging basket, holding a red rattle in her hand and turning it twice from time to time, making a 'bang bang' sound, teasing the baby in the small hanging basket. Lin Churan took a step closer, and this appearance was quite similar to the woman that Uncle Zhou Xing had been pursuing in the past.

In the past, Uncle Zhou Xing could be a famous bastard in the village, he was also twenty-six years old, and other men had eight-year-old babies, he was still an old bachelor, living a lewd life all day long, and a bottle of hair wax painted his hair to the sky, and no girl in the village was willing to marry him. Until a friend of my relatives came to the village to recuperate, in his words: My wishful daughter-in-law finally appeared. So he changed his face, and took care of the small field behind the house, and gave his father and mother who lived next door to him, and no matter how shameless he was to chase the sick girl...

Lin Churan asked in a low voice: "Zhou..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of the pot lid falling to the ground in the house, and then a man called: "Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, I'll bring out the porridge for you to drink~"

Isn't this Uncle Zhou Xing's unique voice, Lin Churan thought secretly. At this time, the woman sitting raised her head and found that there was a lovely girl in front of her, and after a short period of surprise, she smiled at her quietly, and Zhou Xing in the room had already walked to her after speaking.

"Hey, isn't this Xiao Churan?!" Zhou Xing was holding a plate of white porridge with kimchi, surprised and delighted, and his voice was much higher: "You little conscienceless finally know that you are back." ”

I saw him turn around and put the plate on the stone shelf, and said to the woman with a smile: "Daughter-in-law is not afraid, this is Aunt Tuesday's granddaughter." She also reached out and shook her shoulders dotingly, the woman twitched the corners of her mouth, coughed lightly, and silently patted the scared crying baby in the hanging basket.

Uncle Zhou Xing is really getting more and more numb, Lin Churan looked at his obscene appearance, and the corners of his lips also hung a smile, Zhou Xing looked back at her sideways and found that she was laughing: "Little has no conscience and laughs, do you want to put a bag on your head?" ”

Lin Churan shook his head stupidly.

"Go in and move two chairs out."

"Oh..."