My name is Bi Tuo, and the world only says that I took this name because I aspired to become a peerless miracle doctor like Hua Tuo, but no one knows why I aspire to be a miracle doctor.

When I wasn't called Bi Tuo, I was called ...... By the way, what's my name...... It's been too long to remember. I was an orphan who, for as long as I can remember, lived with an old beggar in a ruined temple and lived by begging every day. I have forgotten the name the old beggar gave me, but I still remember the white eyes, the insults, the expulsions, and the beatings that I had to endure every time I returned to the temple empty-handed.

After being beaten, when I was too hungry to stand it, I would sneak out of the backyard of the house at the end of North Street, and quietly look inside enviously through the sparse fence.

There, there lived a little girl. She was the first to smile at me, the first to put food in my hands. I distinctly remember that it was on a sunny morning, and as soon as the girl with two pigtails saw me, she broke free from her grandmother's hand and ran over. I couldn't help but swallow her little hand, which was as soft and fragrant as the white-flour steamed bun I wanted to eat the most, and put half of her head in my palm. This half of the nest head ended up in the old beggar's belly, and I quietly followed her that day, and knew where she lived.

Since then, I have had a strange habit of coming to see her whenever I am unhappy. Sometimes the family eats in the courtyard, and she eats sweetly, and I forget about hunger as if I was eating; Sometimes she and her brother played in the yard, and although I had never played with those toys, I couldn't help but be happy when I saw her having fun, and the hot wounds on my body didn't seem to hurt so much.

There are six people in her family. Grandparents, parents, and her and her brother. Every morning, her parents would rush out and not return until dark; After the four people left in the family had breakfast, the kind grandmother went out to buy vegetables with a basket of vegetables, sometimes holding her, sometimes holding her brother, but rarely the two of them were brought out together, and one of them was always left at home to accompany the old grandfather. -- These are all things that I observed every day after the old beggar died, moving from the ruined temple to the darkest corner of the alley of North Street.

When I grew to about the same height as a seven or eight-year-old child, there were fewer and fewer people who took pity on me. Once, I didn't get a bite of food for five days in a row, so I filled my stomach with river water and went back to my nest. Lying on the cold ground, I just felt that my body was getting hotter and hotter. In a daze, a pair of beautiful embroidered shoes appeared in front of me. I didn't have to look up to see that it was her, and I remembered every dress and shoes she wore.

When I woke up again, I was pleasantly surprised to find myself in a fairyland—her home, in my eyes, a fairyland.

She had been cleaned and put on the neat clothes I had seen in her brother. There was still a bitter medicinal taste in my mouth, but my heart was so sweet that it was bubbling.

Since then, I have been a blessing in disguise and have become a part of this family. I could sit at a table with her and eat my mother's food; I can play with her with toys that are more precious in my eyes than copper plates that can be exchanged for food; Her family became my loved ones.

It was the happiest and most unforgettable life experience of my childhood. The kindness and acceptance of everyone in the family made me quickly integrate into this small family full of warmth. I cherished this qiē immensely, and secretly vowed to repay every family member when I grew up—especially her for bringing me good fortune.

Grandpa has many old cold legs that can't be cured by doctors, and the pain is unbearable on rainy days. Once, when my mother took us to the temple to offer incense, I heard her quietly make a wish to the Bodhisattva, hoping that a peerless miracle doctor would appear and cure my grandfather's leg disease. At that moment, I made up my mind that if the Bodhisattva didn't hear her prayers, I would try to become that miracle doctor myself.

Having spent years in this small town, I knew there was no one she was looking for. I also know that the quickest way to inquire about something or someone is to throw a dime of silver in the largest tavern in the town, and the little two who seem to know everything will talk endlessly. I had no money to reward him, so I had to give up my precious time to play with her and my brother after I had done all the housework I could, and crouched in the corner of the tavern door, pricking up my ears to eavesdrop on the conversations inside.

Because I was no longer dressed in rags like before, people only treated me as a playful kid, and no one drove me away until my feet were numb. The hard work paid off, and finally one day, I heard someone in it mention the deeds of the miraculous doctor "Jin Buzhi".

The Kim Buzhi they call is a strange guy. He is not as mysterious as other high-ranking people, and he is secretive and refuses to reveal his residence. Everyone who comes to the doctor has a chance to state what they want, but at the same time, they have to give their most precious items in exchange. These things, he can't look down on; If there is no treasure, no amount of gold will be given. Because his original surname was Jin, everyone gave him the nickname "Jin Buzhi".

The only thing I had on me was myself. I don't know if Jane is precious or not, but I'm willing to trade myself for him to heal Grandpa's leg. So, I patiently waited for the uncle who was talking inside to finish eating, stopped him at the door, and asked him about the whereabouts of the miracle doctor. The uncle sighed that my filial piety was commendable, and carefully told me the location and walking route of the divine doctor's home.

When I got home, I secretly told her that I was going to find a miracle doctor to treat my grandfather. I still remember the smile on her face that was so beautiful that even the most beautiful flowers in the world could not compare to it.

Afraid of being stopped by adults, we hid it from everyone. After three days of working together and quietly preparing, they finally came up with a bag that they thought was enough to eat on the road. While my family was asleep at night, I embarked on a journey to change my destiny with her tears in her eyes.

I can't remember all the hardships along the way. The only thing that remains in my memory is the scene of her solemn entrustment at parting. In the countless dreams I have since grown up, there will be this scene very similar to the one I remember - I dreamed that she was wearing a woman's hair in a bun, like an ordinary wife telling her husband to go on a long journey, holding my hand, looking into my eyes, crying and pretending to be strong, "Come back early, I will wait for you at home." ”

I tried my best, but it was too late. At that time, I had no idea that when I returned to this home again, my grandfather would no longer need treatment. (To be continued.) )