Tanabata Night Terror (5)

Mu Qing sat among the desolate graves, supported for a long time, his body slowly stiffened, and he couldn't even tremble anymore, almost falling asleep, relying on the nail clasp and the stinging pain of the skin worn by the thick rope of his wrist, he barely held on. In the fog, I heard someone calling Qi Niang, at first I thought it was a hallucination, and I felt that it was the call of Daddy and Mother, and the shouting was getting closer and closer, only to hear that it was indeed someone calling her. Faintly saw a fire gathering again, she clearly heard Yinghua calling "Sister" loudly, and then Du Ru's thick voice was calling "Mu Qing", it was him, no mistake, only he would call her Mu Qing, even Daddy and Mother would not call the girl's name. Hearing his voice, Mu Qing's tears burst out of his eyes again, and he fell straight down with a cough, his face was stiff for a long time, and he instantly felt that his tears could be so warm. She wanted to answer those cries, but her mouth was blocked, and no matter how anxious she was, she could only make a faint "hmm" sound. No one fifty paces away could hear it.

Perhaps they searched to no avail, and after the firelight stayed for a while, they began to return. Mu Qing was so anxious that she shook her head, waves of tears poured out of her eyes, in a hurry, she began to shake violently with a high chair, moved to a nearby tombstone, saw a steep slope behind her, struggled to rub her two feet, probably broke the skin at the ankles, the rope sank deep into the flesh, the pain made cold sweat break out at the corner of her forehead, the rope was slightly loosened by her struggle, she looked back at the torch that was moving away, closed her eyes, tried her best to stretch her feet against the tombstone, used the last strength of her body, and kicked out violently. The high chair led her backwards, rolling down the steep slope, but fortunately the rock, which had no sharp points, and the occasional rock, was blocked by the high back of the chair. I don't know how long it rolled, and finally it hit a tall tree hard, and I couldn't move anymore. The tree was hit and swayed from side to side.

The group searched for her and did not see her, and was about to return to the post road in frustration, Du Ruhui sat on the horse, his mind was close to collapse, and somehow, he suddenly felt that there was something strange behind him, and he looked back and saw a slender tall tree swaying, and the crows and wild birds hiding in the tree seemed to be frightened, and flew up. He stopped his horse, looked back for a moment, then turned his horse's head and walked slowly toward the tree. In the distance, by the light of the fire that followed, he saw a figure lying on the ground, as if his heart had been hit hard, he rolled off the horse, staggered to the front, lifted up the high chair, and under the light of the jumping fire, it was Mu Qing who was sitting unconsciously.

His hands trembled so badly that he lost strength for a while, and it was not until Yinghua and He Suizhao ran over and hurriedly removed the handkerchief that blocked her lips and untied the thick rope that bound her. When He Suizhao saw her like this, he couldn't help but be horrified, his heart was like a cone thorn, and the masseter muscles on both sides of his cheeks were slightly agitated by the violent bite of the back molars. Everyone gathered around, holding torches to illuminate, untied to the wrists and ankles, the rope had fallen into the flesh and blood, a piece of blood, the pain woke up Mu Qing, she faintly ** twice, opened her eyes with difficulty, and found that she was being held by the person she was looking forward to in her heart, and wanted to raise her hand to caress his face, to make sure that the person she saw was real, but her limbs did not have a trace of strength, so she could only say in a low voice: "It's coming." Her strength was only enough to roll her eyes, and when she saw Yinghua on the side, the corners of her lips moved hard, barely pulling out a smile, but a teardrop the size of a bean slipped from the corner of her eye, and she didn't have to hold on hard, she sighed with satisfaction, and fell into a slumber in the breath that made her deeply nostalgic.

Yinghua was shocked by the scene in front of her, covered her mouth and cried, whimpering softly to call her sister, and reproaching herself earnestly, if she hadn't been greedy to follow Erlang to let go of the horse, her sister might not have been able to have this experience. At this moment, she really realized the hardships ahead, as stubborn and playful as usual, needless to say that her future is uncertain, and she has lived up to her mother's ardent expectations, but she is afraid that it will affect the people around her. The eleven-year-old girl seems to have grown up overnight, and since then she has become more and more stable.

Mu Qing opened his eyes again, his eyelids were sour and swollen, and he didn't know how many tears he shed in his dark sleep. The eyes could only open a slit, and they were still a little uncomfortable with the bright light, and there were bursts of stinging pain from the yang acupoint. Du Ruhui and Yinghua were both sitting on the edge of the bed, the two didn't know what they were talking about, Mu Qing closed his eyes again, if this is just a dream, let it continue for a while, the dream of having relatives by his side must be a beautiful dream.

She felt that her hand was being held by a warm and broad hand, and Yinghua's crisp voice said, "Is Sister awake?" Mu Qing slowly opened his eyes again, looked at the two people in front of him, curled the corners of his lips and smiled, and returned to the world. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't make a sound in my throat, and I wanted to move my arm, but I felt sore and weak. "I asked the doctor to see you, and said that your muscles and bones are fine, but you are cold from the rain, and you have been frightened, and you have a high fever, and now the fever is gone." Du Ruhui said softly, pushed her waist and let her lie on her side, gently kneaded her joints, and lay down for a day without moving, I am afraid that her muscles and bones are stiff.

"What's wrong with Wagangzhai?" She struggled to get a sound out of her throat and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Dozens of dead soldiers have been placed in the village to lead everyone to rise up, and Li Mi has also made a promise and waited for the opportunity. Tang Guogong or Li Dalang, he can't intervene anymore. Hearing this, she smiled relaxedly, and the sin was not in vain. Du Ruhui pulled up her braids and said angrily: "I almost won't see you in this life, but now that I wake up, I only care about those things?" Didn't you think about me? ”

Yinghua secretly smiled, got up and went out of the house, saying that he was going to the back kitchen to have a look, and after a while, he led Ah Liu into the house. Ah Liuhong's eyes were swollen, and he put down the food box in his hand and threw himself on the side of the bed, only crying blindly and unable to say anything. Mu Qing struggled to raise her bandaged wrist, stroked her hair, and shook her head slightly with a smile. Du Ruhui persuaded Ah Liu and reminded her that the porridge she brought was going to be cold, so she wiped away her tears and sobbed to open the food box. "Ah Liu is fine, he only inhaled a large amount of drugs that day and fell asleep for a long time." He helped her up, stuffed two brocade pillows behind her back, took the thin porridge handed by Ah Liu, and clumsily flicked the spoon a few times, the action seemed a little stiff and strange, which made Ah Liu laugh with tears, took back the porridge bowl from his hand, and skillfully served her to eat.

Mu Qing lay straight in the house until mid-August, feeling that there was no obstacle for a long time, and the doctor sent by Li Erlang said conclusively that her cold breath was in the marrow, and it was just when the autumn wind rose, so he didn't let her blow the cool breeze, and repeatedly told her to give birth and raise, Du Ruhui heard this and no longer allowed her to go out of the house. She was bored every day, leaning against the window to look at the decaying lotus leaves in the pond, and seeing the gardener who planted the lotus for her sitting on a large wooden barrel, swimming around the pond to harvest lotus, and tidying up the lotus root festival. The washed lotus root was white and tender, and Mu Qing specially instructed Yinghua to bring a bag of washed and clean lotus root to the Tang Guogong Mansion and asked her to hand it over to Mrs. Dou. On that day, Li Jiancheng used to wrap her golden hairpin in the square silk handkerchief, which she took out well, and at this time took out the pen and mentioned it on the handkerchief: "The astringent roots are messy and difficult to clear themselves, and they are in vain to reach the heart." A sentence was added in small font below: "The new lotus root is the most nourishing and nourishing the heart, and can cure hemoptysis, which is exactly what Mrs. needs." "I dried the handwriting, folded it on the lotus root, and sent it over.

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