Zhang He, graduated from an eighth-rate medical college, majoring in clinical medicine.

A college degree is directly garbage in highly professional clinical medicine.

Not to mention those desirable provincial tertiary hospitals, even the most inconspicuous township hospitals, the recruitment conditions in clinical medicine are full-time undergraduates.

In this era when undergraduates are all over the streets, there are many masters, there are doctors everywhere, and there are countless turtles, it is destined to be a tragedy to be in a highly professional clinical medicine major, with a college degree.

After spending a whole month and looking at the recruitment conditions of all public hospitals, Zhang He had no choice but to give up the public hospitals that made people blush.

In a depressed mood, Zhang He decided to relax.

After seven hours of hard seat on the train, another three hours on the shuttle, and more than two hours of walking, Zhang He finally returned to his long-lost home.

At this time, the village was already a peaceful and quiet village with smoke curling and tired birds returning to their nests, which made Zhang He's irritable heart calm down instantly.

Pushing open the hidden door, in the dimly lit old house, grandpa carried a kettle and walked to the kitchen tremblingly, "Grandpa, I'll come." ”

Zhang He's heart was sour, and he immediately took the kettle from his grandfather's hand.

"Hewazi, why are you back?" Grandpa's voice of surprise rang out.

Looking at his grandfather's rickety back, Zhang He couldn't help but feel sad again.

He didn't want the old man to worry, so after smiling stiffly, he said with little confidence, "Grandpa, I've found a job, come back to see you, and I'll go back to work in a few days." ”

"Hewazi, are you really confused as a grandfather?" Grandpa stared at Zhang He's eyes and said slowly.

Zhang He couldn't help but feel nervous, for more than ten years, he had never been able to deceive his grandfather, he groaned for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Grandpa, it's not easy to find a job in the provincial capital, I'm going to go back to the county seat to take a look." ”

Grandpa sighed and didn't say anything more.

……

Although the meal was simple, under the kind gaze of his grandfather, Zhang He ate exceptionally fragrantly.

After the meal, Zhang He skillfully packed everything, and then took a shade under the big tree in front of the house with his grandfather, looking at the night sky with sparse moons and stars, and the slightly bitter Zhang He let his thoughts fly freely.

However, just as he was wandering out of the world, his grandfather's affectionate call sounded again.

Under Zhang He's curious gaze, grandpa held a dusty jar, walked out of the house tremblingly, squatted beside Zhang He, opened the lid sealed with yellow mud, took out a dried and hardened steamed bun, and said with a serious face: "He Wazi, take this steamed bun to No. 61 Yuhua Lane, Jiangling, and find an old man named Zhang Tianxing, if he is alive, he will definitely be able to help you."

"Grandpa, what do you mean by that?" After taking the dry and hard steamed buns, Zhang He couldn't help but ask curiously.

Looking at Zhang He, who was full of confusion, his grandfather sadly told the sad past.

It turned out that Zhang He's father, Zhang Zhuang, died young because of saving this Zhang Tianxing, and later, his mother left him and disappeared.

According to his grandfather's words, Zhang Tianxing is a great man, twenty years ago, he drove a car, came to the village, gave his grandfather a steamed bun, and said: Twenty years later, when your grandson is frustrated, let him bring this steamed bun to me, and I will help him.

Three years ago, his grandfather, who began to have amnesia, had long forgotten about it, but after Zhang He returned to his hometown, he suddenly remembered the past that had been sealed for 20 years.

The reason why he kept this steamed bun to this day is because it was the steamed bun that his son exchanged for his life, so he has been hiding it in the altar to this day.

Zhang He, who is also highly educated, naturally does not believe that there are really people in the world who can predict what will happen twenty years later, but grandpa is convinced of this coincidence.

"Grandpa, are you kidding?" After listening to his grandfather's story and looking at his grandfather's sad expression, Zhang He couldn't help but feel sad again, and he asked pretending to be relaxed.

I didn't think about it, but grandpa's face was serious, he stared at Zhang He's eyes, and said seriously, "Hewazi, believe it or not, you have to go to No. 61 Yuhua Lane, after all, your father died because of this steamed bun." ”

Looking at his grandfather's stubborn expression, Zhang He nodded heavily, and took the steamed buns related to his father's death into his arms seriously.

Under the constant urging of his grandfather, three days later, Zhang He embarked on the return journey and once again stepped into Jiangling, which is known as the "Magic Capital of Heaven".

Heaven and Magic City, worthy of its name, is a paradise for rich people who are drunk and dreaming of death; This is the magic capital where the poor live their whole life, and it is difficult to gain a foothold.

Zhang He took the steamed buns, and on a rainy and sparsely populated afternoon, he found No. 61 Yuhua Lane at the edge of the Jiangling Third Ring Road.

It was an old alley, and today a large part of it has been designated as a tourist attraction.

Yuhua Lane, still retains the simple Ming and Qing Dynasty style, the narrow bluestone road, all ancient wooden buildings, and the bustling, high-rise buildings everywhere, formed a sharp contrast.

Here, it is a paradise in the city, which makes people's mood feel peaceful.

No. 61 Yuhua Lane, at the end of the alley.

Zhang He, who regarded the strange thing his grandfather said as a ridiculous joke, gently knocked on the door of No. 61 Yuhua Lane.

knocked on the door for a long time and waited for a long time, but the No. 61 wooden door of Yuhua Lane, which was filled with vicissitudes of vicissitudes and simplicity, was still closed, and there was no sound.

"It's a joke, but it's a pity that my dad paid with his life for this joke."

Although, in his memory, his father has long been gone, leaving no trace, but in the face of this quaint wooden door, thinking of his father who passed away when he was one year old, Zhang He's heart still couldn't help but feel sour.

At the same time, he was even more heartbroken for his grandfather.

Grandma died early, grandpa only son of his father, compared with seven or eight children of other families, grandpa knees, already thin, but this only son still died young.

Sending a white-haired person to a black-haired person is one of the greatest tragedies in the world.

Poor grandpa, but clinging to this steamed bun for 20 years, faintly, Zhang He couldn't help but be a little angry, he kicked his foot heavily to deceive the door of his grandfather for 20 years, and angrily threw the dried steamed bun into the gate of No. 61 Yuhua Lane.

Zhang He turned around angrily.

But at this moment, the quaint door suddenly opened.

An old man dressed in a robe, with silver hair, and three long hairs on his chin, suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Idiot, you're finally here, the old man has been waiting for you for twenty years, hehe." The old man's kind smile makes people feel close.

In an instant, Zhang He's resentment disappeared.

"Old man, so, what my grandfather said is true?"

The old man smiled, his face was full of kindness, he glanced at Zhang He with satisfaction, and said calmly, "Idiot, everything in the world has cause and effect, even if I don't show up, your father will still die young, and he will die extremely miserable, I am just helping your father to get rid of it." ”

Zhang He wondered, and the old man laughed.

He walked slowly away and picked up the steamed bun from the rain, which had been soaked in stagnant water.

"Idiot, eat it."

The old man's words seemed to have some kind of magic, and in an instant, Zhang He was actually lost, and without hesitation, he swallowed the steamed buns that were soaked in the rain and stuck with some mud and sand.

The old man smiled, gently touched the tips of Zhang He's somewhat damp hair, and said softly, "Idiot, go to sleep, everything in the world has cause and effect." ”

As soon as his words fell, Zhang He uncontrollably felt a thick sleep.

Not long after, he actually fell asleep in the rain.

Zhang He didn't have any impression of what happened next, until the bright sun woke him up.

When he woke up, he actually slept outside the gate of No. 61 Yuhua Lane.

What puzzled him the most was that there were people coming and going on the road, and no one saw him or stepped on him.

He slept on the side of the bluestone road until he woke up.

Zhang He clearly remembered that when he went, it was August 3rd, but when he woke up, it was August 11th.

This night, I actually slept for nine days.

In the past nine days, no one seems to have discovered him, because, in this gangneung city where thieves are rampant, he only has five hundred yuan on him, which is actually a lot.

Zhang He was puzzled, stood up, and knocked on the gate of No. 61 Yuhua Lane.

It's a pity that no matter how he knocks, the vicissitudes of the wooden door of No. 61 Yuhua Lane are still closed.

Like a thief, he climbed over the wall and entered the hospital.

In the quiet courtyard, the green trees are shady, which makes people feel refreshed, but unfortunately, it is empty.

Zhang He rummaged through the entire courtyard, but he didn't see the magical old man.

It's like a dream, not a dream.

Because, when he woke up, Zhang He's brain suddenly had an extra traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture called Yanhuang Shen Needle, and there was also a set of "Yanhuang Medical Classics" that had never been heard of in Chinese medicine.

A never-before-heard of acupuncture, a set of medical scriptures that were not recorded in a single word, and a legendary story about this set of acupuncture methods and medical scriptures, made Zhang He fall into an unprecedented daz.

Idiot, why does he call me idiot? It's hard to say, it's my Zhang family's ancestor who has appeared?

Zhang He instantly denied his cranky thoughts, as a medical student, how could he believe in ghosts and gods after how many corpses had been dissected?

What the hell is going on? Zhang He thought about it briefly, and four creepy words immediately came to mind.

Paranormal events?

Is it difficult to see that there are really supernatural events in this world?

As the four words of supernatural events suddenly popped up from his mind, on the horror movie, those infiltrating scenes came one after another, making Zhang He involuntarily feel a chill.

Although the No. 61 Yuhua Lane is located in the downtown area, although the sun is blazing at the moment, Zhang He did not dare to stay in the quiet courtyard of No. 61 Yuhua Lane for a while, he suddenly opened the quaint courtyard door, like a frightened rabbit, and fled in a hurry