Songshan is located in the Central Plains, lying horizontally in the east and west, overlooking the Luoshui of the Yellow River in the north, Yingshui and Jishan in the south, Taimur Mountain in the east, Shaomur Mountain in the west, the seventy-two peaks are all beautiful, it is called Zhongyue after King Ping of the Zhou Dynasty moved eastward. In the Tang Dynasty, the descendants of the martial arts Tang called the emperor, but also sealed the Song Mountain as the god Yue, for a time the Buddhist temples and palaces in the mountains were lined up, and they lived up to the name of the famous mountain in Jinnei.

There is a way that is high and extreme, among the peaks, the highest peak is the highest, and it is also the most fascinating. It's March now, and it's chūnsè green outside, but it's still a little cold when walking in the mountains. Generations of dignitaries have regarded this place as a tourist attraction, and the path that was originally stepped out by the woodcutters in the mountains has gradually become a stone road, and the bluestones have become smooth and round under the trampling of countless people, and they are even more slippery after a night of light rain.

On the stone road, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl walked cautiously with a basket on her back. I saw that she was dressed in cloth and had a slender figure, but her face without powder was dark and shiny at first glance, and in the current white atmosphere, she had to be regarded as an outlier. When she finally saw the familiar path on her right, she raised her hand and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead.

In the north of this Songyang view, in the depths of the side branch trail at the foot of the Junji Peak, there are three thatched huts between the bamboo forests. It is said that it is a thatched hut, but in fact, the main body is made of bamboo, and the thatch on the top has obviously just been replaced, and at the moment there is rain on the edge of the roof or drops falling down. Outside the thatched hut was a low fence, and the door made of bamboo rows was slightly hidden, and the girl pushed the door into the small yard, and then staggered to the door of the hut, pricked up her ears and listened to the movement, and then pushed open the door and tiptoed into the house.

The east side of the three rooms is divided by a paper lattice fan, and in the other two rooms, except for the low table and two bamboo low seats and hangers, there are only a few bookcases in the corner, which looks a little shabby. The girl walked quickly to the front of the bookcase and put down the basket, and then went around the lattice fan to the east room, and at a glance saw the drooping girl sitting on the mat, leaning on the bamboo bed with one hand, and gently resting on the other hand in front of her, and her head was dozing little by little.

"Lady!"

As soon as the girl on the edge of the bed heard this whisper, she immediately woke up. She glanced at the servant girl who came back with disgust, and then whispered, "Be quiet, don't wake up my brother!" ”

She stood up by the handmaiden's hand, and looked back at the person on the bed for a long time, and when she saw that there was no movement at all, she suddenly showed an irrepressible sense of worry. When both of them and the maidservant went around the grid fan lightly to the outside, she asked the maidservant, "Zhuying, have you bought all the things you went to buy?" ”

"Lady, it's all bought. Last year's locust plague, whether it is rice or noodles, it is now more than 30% more expensive than before. I heard that there were traces of locusts in the ground again. This time, eggs are much more expensive than the last time, and you only get one for a penny. The thirty yuan I brought with me when I went out, and after buying half a catty of salt, I picked a few vegetables and vegetables, and the money was not enough, so I only bought two for two yuan. ”

"It's expensive, as long as my brother can get better quickly." The girl's childish face showed a Yi sè that was very inconsistent with her age, and when she caught a glimpse of Zhuying's expression, she suddenly asked, "I came all the way to Songshan with you, and I can trust you, what do you have to say." ”

"Lady, although we made up twenty yuan before we came out, it is not a way to go on like this." Zhuying glanced worriedly at the lattice fan that had hidden the shape of the east house, and said softly, "You have taken Lang Jun to live here for almost half a month, but the expenses on the road, the renovation of the grass hut and the other medicine money, have already spent five or six times, even if the Taoist chief of Songyang Temple is willing to treat the disease, he still has to buy medicine, he has to prepare Xie Yi, and he has to hire a car to go back, I am afraid it will be more frugal......

"I see." The girl interrupted Zhuying's words without thinking about it, and then said categorically, "I will eat less and use less every day in the future, but I can't treat my brother badly." Zhuying, don't worry, when Brother Ah is well, he will beg him to give you a good paperwork, and those who beat your idea will not succeed! ”

"Thank you, lady!"

Bamboo Shadow's face suddenly showed a deep sense of gratitude, and after bowing deeply, he retreated.

There are three of their masters and servants living in this cottage, and she is usually the only one from cleaning up to buying and cooking. Even if the rìzi had a hard time, it was better to follow this young master for thousands of miles than to stay at home and face those covetous eyes. Otherwise, if Du Jiulang, who supports the door, has three longs and two shorts, Du Shisanniang is either lonely or under the fence, how can she protect herself as a humble maidservant? It was here that she had to smear her face, neck and hands in order to avoid being entangled by someone when she went outside.

Who would have thought that Du Jiulang, a prodigy who has been famous in Fan Chuan since he was a child, and once often went in and out of various famous families in Chang'an City, was frightened and fell ill because of a fire at home last year, not only could he no longer make a poem, but also became confused, and he couldn't see him when he sought medical treatment everywhere, and even Zuihou couldn't even speak, he couldn't move his hands and feet, and he was a living dead. However, his parents died early, and his uncle Du Fu served as the lieutenant of Xiping County, Xianzhou, and did not return for several years.

Although Fanchuan Duqu is a place where the Du clan people live, they are close to each other, and the relationship between the genealogies of each branch can often be traced back to the outside of Wufu. In addition to the Huanshui Du clan, the Jingzhao Du clan, the Xiangyang Du clan, and the Puyang Du clan, each branch has people who have settled there, and many of them take Jingzhao Duling as the county. At first, many people were kind enough to help their own families, but no matter how much they helped, they couldn't afford to seek medical treatment like this, and Du Sanniang, the sister-in-law of a mother's compatriots, had to break the boat.

took out the only remaining 20 yuan of family money, Du Shisanniang ignored that she was only eleven years old, and insisted on asking an elder to borrow a car and horse to drive thousands of miles from Jingzhao Mansion to Songshan, but fortunately there was no danger on the road. But Songyang's view is good, but Sun Taichong, who is known as a doctor of medical skills, is not easy to see, Du Shisanniang is almost going to go once, but when he returns to the inner Taoist, he shook his head and said that Sun Daochang is not in the view.

"Brother!"

When she returned to the bed and saw Du Shiyi lying on the bed open her eyes, Du Sanniang was suddenly surprised and delighted, but when she found that his eyes were still just looking at herself thoughtfully, and still did not say a word, it was clearly no different from yesterday, she couldn't help but feel deeply disappointed.

However, she still went to the copper basin next to her to wring the towel, and carefully wiped her brother's face in person, and then said in a low voice: "Brother, don't worry, no matter what, I will go to Songyang Temple to ask that Sun Daochang to cure your illness!" If Sun Daochang can't do it, even if I take you all over the mountains and rivers, I will find a famous doctor like the former Medicine King! I promised Grandpa and Auntie when they died, our brothers and sisters will be good! ”

Hearing these categorical words, the young man on the bed still had a stunned face and didn't say a word. Faced with this situation, Du Sanniang suddenly sighed gloomily, and her little face showed indescribable sadness.

After dinner, Bamboo Shadow had already fallen asleep because of his busy work. is Du Sanniang, who often watches Du Shiyi fall asleep on the edge of the bed before going to bed on her own, seems to be unable to bear the hard work of these days at this moment, and goes to bed early. Lying on another bed against the east wall, curled up in a ball, in addition to the sound of even breathing, there were occasionally a few dream-like whispers, which merged with the faint sound of insects outside, making the quiet room a little deeper.

Du Shiyi, who was lying on the bed by the north wall, was awake at this time.

When he woke up more than a thousand years ago, he was dizzy and unable to move most of the time. This passage of inability to move his hands and his mouth was enough to make him unforgettable, and outside of this torture, the words he heard every day were unbelievably unbelievable. If it weren't for his strong willpower, I'm afraid he would go crazy!

He once thought it was a prank, or a dream of Nan Ke, but everything was too real, and Du Sanniang and Zhuying, who would always take turns to accompany him, made him finally distinguish between dreams and reality, and understood that he was now Du Shiyi, and no longer someone else. At this moment, he gently clenched his fists in both hands, and then stretched them out again, it was such a simple action, but he couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

From moving his first finger to finally being able to make a fist with both hands, if he remembers correctly, it should have been sixty-four days!

He is no longer the mother who died early, and was forced by his father who is a Jinshi family to copy classics from a young age, and once learned acupuncture and moxibustion from his father's old friend, and then the teenager rebelled and ran away from home to learn the music that his father reprimanded as a small way, and his footprints once traveled half the world, but Zuihou only had time to meet the unfilial son of Zuihou before his father's death. Now it is the fourth year of Kaiyuan, and the person sitting on the throne of the Son of Heaven is Li Longji, the emperor of Tang Ming, who created the prosperous era with one hand and sent it to the end with the other. And he is the Tang Jingzhao Du Ling Du Jiulang, his parents are both dead and the family is in the middle of the road, in addition to those countless relatives of the family, only the sister of the in-laws, Du Sanniang, depends on each other.

"Sister ......"

A low voice came from his throat, and he couldn't help but smile slightly wryly. At first, when he couldn't speak or move, every time he saw Du Sanniang busy with his work, he recited poems for himself and talked to him by his side, he could always feel that his manic mood gradually calmed down. But now that he can move and speak, he doesn't know how to face her. In his last life, he didn't even have a cousin!