The comeback of the old Red Army ran along a normal historical trajectory. However, there was a seven-year-old child on his way. The butterfly wings of the child have flapped, and the breeze blows through the old Red Army, blowing farther mountains and rivers to the ocean, but I don't know if it will set off monstrous waves on the other side of the ocean.

Two days later, Hong Yan welcomed another Hong Xiaofang at home, who was flapped by butterfly wings. Teacher Xiaofang hugged Hong Yan with a big hug, and kissed "Bobo" on his forehead and little face, so that he remembered Hong Yan's joke last time, and let go of him with a blushing face.

"Sister Xiaofang, you look good! Did you do well? Hong Yan said with a smile. The warm fragrant nephrite is in the arms, and the child can't be interested. In fact, after more than a month of intense review, Teacher Xiaofang has lost a lot of weight and is slightly tired.

"It feels good, it's all over. There is no problem with passing each course. Teacher Xiaofang let go of Hong Yan and stood up, half a body taller than him. Speaking of the exam, she smiled slightly.

The weather in December is already relatively cold, and the backyard is just the north wind, which is not suitable for sitting for a long time. Hong Yan invited her into the front yard and sat down on the edge of the stairs. Teacher Xiaofang talked about the review and examination in the county, and there were many interesting anecdotes, such as all kinds of older candidates and junior high school graduates. Hong Yan certainly understands. The Chinese tradition of "everything is inferior, only reading is high". In this era, reading is basically the only way out, and the grand occasion of thousands of troops crowding the single-plank bridge is staged at the same time as tragedy. And once they succeed in squeezing through, they will become national cadres, eat commercial grain, and ensure harvest in drought and flood.

Teacher Xiaofang said for an hour or two, but Hong Yan didn't respond a word. "Hong Yan, later I heard some students say that it was too late when they learned the news of the application, sighing for bad luck and crying bitterly, this year is a mistake. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have prepared in advance, I wouldn't have been able to apply for the exam this year, and maybe I wouldn't know about it next year. Next year, everyone will have a long time to review, and maybe there will be no competition for some people. After receiving the admission notice, my sister must thank you very much! Teacher Xiaofang said that her classmates did not report for the exam, and she was glad that she was in good spirits, and finally she was very determined to thank her younger brother and student.

"Alright! I accept! It's best to make a promise! ”

Teacher Xiaofang was stunned. This kid is too bold. Then he blushed, and then he was angry: "Xu you are big, am I your sister or your teacher, what kind of mess is in your little head." ”

"Hehe, what kind of sister are you! That little dragon girl is also Guo'er's teacher or her aunt! Hong Yan said with a smile.

"Hmph, come less. A little bit big is a lust heart, well, who is the little dragon girl? Who is Guo'er? Teacher Xiaofang keenly grasped the doubts in Hong Yan's words.

"Okay, don't cheat, thank you!"

At the end of the college entrance examination, Teacher Xiaofang focused on the classes at school. In addition, the days are short in winter, and after talking about the old time, she will go home to prepare for tomorrow's class, and she has to talk about her life and college entrance examination with her mother and old man for more than a month. However, as soon as she got up, she suddenly made an "ouch", covered her lower abdomen with both hands, and half-squatted on the ground, sweating on her forehead instantly.

Hong Yan stretched out his hand to help Teacher Xiaofang, observing her condition. Holding your hands on your lower abdomen, what is the disease?

"Sister Xiaofang, are you the one who came?" Hong Yan asked cautiously.

Teacher Xiaofang's face was pale, her eyes were blank, her body shook, and she responded after a while: "What did you say?" ”

Although Hong Yan has read a few simple medical books, it is impossible for him to be evil enough to "look" at the clinic. Even if he "cuts", he only feels everyone's pulse when his family is free. As for distinguishing the various pulses and even the medical theories contained therein, it is even more impossible.

However, he also has an advantage! Xuanyuan Jue has been small, and he is very clear about the meridian acupoints of the human body and their operation rules. According to the basic theory of traditional Chinese medicine, pain is not possible, and general is not painful. Pain in the lower abdomen, natural meridian blockage, condensation.

"Sister Xiaofang, come, sit down for a while and lean on the pillar!" Hong Yan helped Xiao Fang bent and walked two steps on the cushion and sat on the small stool. She leaned weakly against the post with her hands on her lower abdomen, her mouth open, but she said nothing.

Hong Yan pulled over a small stool, sat down, broke Teacher Xiaofang's right hand and held it, and then entered a trace of true qi into Xiaofang's body, and then followed intently. Sure enough, Chong and Ren were stagnant in the lower abdomen. Retracting his true qi, the ancestor had already heard the sound and came from the backyard, and after asking about the situation, he said, "It's cold!" ”

That's right! Hong Yan had already figured out at this time, it turned out to be menstrual cramps. Teacher Xiaofang's hard study for nearly two months, mental tension, nutrition did not keep up, and it was induced by the loss of cold protection and warmth in winter. However, she also said that she had a history of pain before, but this time it was more acute and painful.

"Sister Xiaofang, why don't I give you a few stitches?" Hong Yan said with a smile, and his heart was indeed eager to try.

"Needles? What needles are pricked? Xiao Fang replied very weakly.

"Hehe, I've been studying acupuncture recently, and I'm a little careful, but it still has a good effect on your acute pain." Hong Yan said with a smile.

Teacher Xiaofang opened her eyes and looked at Hong Yan's smiling appearance, shook her head and was speechless. That laugh seems a bit obscene!

"If you don't want to, forget it! Alas, there are a few days every month! Cold limbs, cold sweats, nausea and vomiting, weakness, unbearable pain, can't eat and sleep well, does Teacher Xiaofang really not want to eradicate and improve the quality of life? A silver needle suddenly appeared in Hong Yan's hand and kept turning, as if he was talking to himself.

"Good grandson, Mo Duo said, if you can, you will be treated by your little sister!" When the ancestor heard the meaning of his great-grandson's words, he persuaded him.

"Zuzu, that has to be willing by others!" Hong Yan smiled lazily. The decision is in the hands of Teacher Xiaofang.

Teacher Xiaofang was in pain, upset, and unwilling to say more. Since the ancestor believed Hong Yan's words, she no longer objected, and immediately nodded and agreed. So, Hong Yan and Lao Zu helped Teacher Xiaofang into the house and asked her to lie on the bed.

"Zuzu, you have to help Sister Xiaofang take off her pants." Hong Yan retreated behind the ancestor and said.

"What? What do you do with your pants off? Before the ancestor could react, Teacher Xiaofang sat up directly and asked suspiciously. However, as soon as he finished speaking, he lay down with an "ouch" again.

"What are you doing? Of course, heals! Hong Yan said with a smile.

Under the unbearable pain, coupled with the persuasion of the ancestor, Teacher Xiaofang opened his eyes to see the little boy who showed half of his body, and slowly took off his pants.

Hey, why doesn't there be a little Nene with a cute lace edge? Hong Yan was disappointed to find that Teacher Xiaofang's boxer briefs were not bright, and the patterns were not good. "Okay, don't take it all off. That's it. Hong Yan stopped Teacher Xiaofang's full escape. Fortunately, it hasn't reached Sanjiu yet, and she doesn't wear many clothes. Hong Yan pulled her wide trouser legs to her knees again, exposing the three yin sex on the inside of her calves.

Hong Yan stood in front of the bed, put five silver needles into the alcohol between his fingers and soaked them, then took out the clamp with his left hand and shook it twice, but his right hand pulled Teacher Xiaofang's boxer pants down and pulled them down. Teacher Xiaofang's hands were tightly grasped at once, preventing Hong Yan from succeeding.

"Okay, Sister Xiaofang! If you don't let go, it will hurt even more if you get cold. Hong Yan had no choice but to let go and gently patted the back of Teacher Xiaofang's hand.

In the end, Teacher Xiaofang still blushed and faded her pants to the umbilicus, revealing a sparse and soft black bush. At this time, Hong Yan had already made a quick move, a silver needle pierced 1 inch of yinjiao, two directly pierced the left and right waterways, and then two directly pierced the left and right three yinjiao. Then, the little hand brushes over each silver needle. The silver needle immediately trembled. The old ancestor looked at his great-grandson busy, and seemed to wonder how he could be cured at a young age.

Teacher Xiaofang lay on the bed, the pain and the shame in even a little boy's heart made her forget the cold for a while. When the smokyness passes, the exposed skin feels the chill of winter. However, it seemed that a long time had passed, and it seemed that it was only for a moment, and a warmth immediately rose in the lower abdomen, and there was also a trace of warm current on the two calves that slowly went upward.

The lower abdomen, which resembles a falling object, seems to loosen suddenly. My stomach doesn't hurt so much! When the warm current on the calf rose to the lower abdomen, Teacher Xiaofang couldn't help but writhe and let out a comfortable moan in her mouth: "Hmm...... Uh......".

The ancestor's cloudy eyes brightened, he looked at Teacher Xiaofang and then at his great-grandson, and then held Teacher Xiaofang's right hand with withered hands to show comfort. When the trembling silver needle finally stopped, Hong Yan quickly picked up the needle, and then walked out of the ancestor's hut. After that, Teacher Xiaofang helped the ancestor and walked out, his expression was very complicated.

"Sister Xiaofang, dress warmly, you have to be graceful and warm! Don't drink cold water and eat cold food, a few days before you come every month, you can boil some brown sugar ginger tea to drink, and soak your feet in hot water for 20 minutes at night in winter. Hong Yan admonished.

"Well, okay! Will you still have to be treated tomorrow? Teacher Xiaofang's voice was like a mosquito, blood rushed to her face, and she didn't dare to look at the little boy with a red face.

"Come when you have time! It's much better to treat it naturally! "Hong Yan naturally won't object. In fact, he injected a trace of true qi into the silver needle, and it would have an immediate effect.

Teacher Xiaofang didn't ask Hong Yan how he learned to administer needles and treat diseases, thanked the ancestor, and then said goodbye to Hong Yan and went back. Hong Yan looked at Teacher Xiaofang's back and twisted away, and then asked the whereabouts of Lao Zu's younger brothers and sisters.

"Oh, sister-in-law just take it!" Hong Yan was relieved when he heard that his sister-in-law had taken them out.

In the next two days, Teacher Xiaofang came to ask Hong Yan for acupuncture in the afternoon. With the experience of the first day, she naturally let go a lot. After all, in her eyes, Hong Yan is just a seven or eight-year-old child. However, she was also ashamed to mention such a beautiful treatment to outsiders.

A few days later, Hong Jianguo and Li Yun heard about Hong Yan's extraordinary methods from their ancestors. At this time, Hong Yan had already begun to massage Lao Zu to help her fitness. After Xuanyuan's health regimen was completed, Hong Yan tried to release Xuanyuan's true qi, thinking that he could kill people invisibly like the sword qi in Jin Daxia's book. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. However, although the true qi cannot be released, it can also enter the other party's meridians through human contact, but very slowly. He cultivates health preservation tips, although it is not a domineering kung fu, but it helps to maintain health. Therefore, he was lucky enough to give the ancestor a massage, which was also extraordinary.