Mei Renhou woke the fool from his dream.

At night, like a ghost, he entered the house, struck a match, found the oil lamp on the windowsill, and lit it with a match. He looked at the fool's face, pulled the bamboo stool to the base of the wall, and sat down with a crunch.

In the shadow of the lamp, he looked very scary when he wrapped half of his face in gauze, and the remaining one-eyed one was shiny, and the light emitted was like a small knife, and it hurt to cut people's flesh.

The fool closed his eyes and ignored him. There was no movement for a long time, and something as heavy as a snake fell on the quilt.

The fool was startled and immediately thought that it was not a snake, but that strange whip.

He said, "Fool, you can do it."

After a moment of silence, he began to say to himself, "Whip me to death!" I'm a brute, you can do it, please, why don't you ignore me?"

His voice was not high, and he muttered as if in a dream. He lowered his head, leaned his upper body, one hand clutched the back of the stool, and the corners of his mouth were full of foam. He looked at the ground, as if there was a deep well in the ground, and he was afraid that he would fall into it, and his body trembled and twitched.

This is what young grandmothers often have to look at. He went mad, and the first thing to clean up was himself, and the fool really wanted to jump up and hit him with a whip.

Tears flowed from his eyes, and he said so much, peeling himself like a skin, and the fool did not understand what was going on in his heart. He was full of nonsense, as if he was very happy, and what he was holding in his heart quietly flowed away with tears.

The fool said, "Young master, who is pretending to be?" The fool said this poisonous sentence viciously. These words were ten times heavier than a whip, and they knocked him down at once.

He shivered on the bamboo bench as he reminisced about the fool's words. The dream-like thing in him dissipated.

He covered his face and sat there until he ran out of oil. He felt for the whip, pulled it away, and stumbled to the door. If I don't say that, I'm afraid he should be calm and sober. His tone was full of emotion.

He said, "I'm sorry, fool, leave me alone."

He went out the door and into the night.

That night he walked back and forth in the porch. When he arose in the morning, he saw that he was still walking there. Because of irritability, he ripped off the gauze on his face, and the stubborn idiot he had just formed was also torn off, revealing a bloodshot pink scar, which was an even more powerful crazy appearance that could not be seen.

It's also uncomfortable for Martin to look like he's not doing the same thing. His face stiffened for a few days, he was worried for a few days, and then he held the chessboard to pester the young master and kill him with chess. He also killed from the corridor pavilion to the hall of the upper room, from the stone table to the table of the eight immortals, surrounded by the heat of the charcoal basin and the fragrance wafting from the young grandmother's house, and his face was a particularly relieved smile. I don't know if it's to be wide of my own heart, or to be wide of my grandmother's heart. It can't be the heart of the young master, right?

He had a fake face under his forehead. Only in the bath is his face real. Two deep figure-of-eight lines appeared on either side of his nose. Although the fool is stupid, he also knows that this is called bitter lines, and this person has planted Coptis chinensis in his heart.

Martin slowly stood up from the water tank, like a bitter, poisonous mushroom. He pressed his ass against the fool, clinging to the side of the tank, freeing up the side for the fool to add water.

He turned his head to stare at the spout for fear of burning him.

In that moment, the fool did have the vicious idea of burning him!

He said, "Fool, add half a pot of water!"

The fool had another idea at that time, he wanted to exchange this burly body for himself! Then, I was full of evil thoughts about the young grandmother!

After serving Martin to take a shower. The steward commanded that rats were roaring in the warehouse, and that they were biting everywhere. He gave the key to the fool, and the jar with the bait.

The fool went to the back garden, and there were indeed rats in the warehouse, but nowhere near as many as the housekeeper ostentatious. When the door opened, between the dusty book cabinets, there were a few small paw prints on the ground, like embroidered lace.

He found the end of each lace, filled the holes and cracks with poisonous crumbs, and went to the Nanmu Pavilion to find his beloved book. He flipped through the drawings and looked for some interesting poses to take seriously. There is no charcoal basin in the warehouse, but he gradually feels that the whole warehouse has become a charcoal basin for the boss, and he has become a charcoal burning in the basin, or a charcoal burned by jujube wood, burning through and standing upright, and it will not fall when it is crispy!

He didn't notice that someone had entered the warehouse, and when he heard the movement, he looked up and found the young grandmother standing at the entrance of the pavilion in plain clothes, with a faint smile on her face.

The fool blushed, and the book in his hand almost fell to the ground. It's really like a dream, I can't imagine how she got to this realm at this time, the man and Shuping on the picture are so ugly and dirty that they can't look at it.

The fool felt that he had become a spider with stinky silk on the cobwebs in the corner of the pavilion, and that he did not feel like a person inside or out.

The eldest grandmother said, "I came to the garden to meditate, and when I saw that the door of the library was unlocked, I came in." I can't imagine that you are here, what good books to read? You have a big lump of ash on your nose and you don't wipe it. I'll just walk around and rummage, you see yours. ”

He breathed a sigh of relief and put the book where it was. The young grandmother stood still in the pavilion where the medical books were placed.

The fool could only see her body and half of her face. He couldn't breathe. The sin deserves death, and he grabbed the Spring Palace Diagram in his hands again.

She stood there for a long time.

The fool wanted to escape from this place as soon as possible, so he said, "Young grandmother, I'll go first, come out and lock the door, it's too cold in the warehouse, you can go back to the house later."

"To whom?"

"To the housekeeper."

"Got it"

She had been standing for too long, and it was cold, and her face was very bad, and she seemed to be evacuated.

The fool only thinks that it is because of fatigue, and does not know that there is another reason.

A few days later, when she learned that the fool was going to Qinglong Town the next day, the young grandmother found the fool, and she stood in the middle of the passage and called him in a low voice.

"Brother fool, come here." Listening to her voice tremble a little, it has been standing here for a long time.

The wind was very hard in the mezzanine, and the fool followed her to the depths of the mezzanine, using his body to block the wind for her. She shoved the fool a piece of paper, folded into small strips, a thin paper tube. When he shoved it, the cool nails touched the palm of the fool's hand.

She said: "Don't look at it, it's the prescription given by my mother's family, you go to the town to catch the medicine for me, don't say who told you to catch it, and don't say who used it."

"Is that what you use?"

"No need to ask. Do you know what to do, can you do what I say?"

"Young grandma, don't worry!"

The fool senses that the stakes are high. The young grandmother was so heavy, he was a little surprised, and his throat was so excited that his throat was hard.

The fool lowered his voice like her, like a thief. At this time, even if she asked to kill someone, the fool would immediately run to kill that person without saying a word.

She must have had some kind of difficulty. Her trembling voice and huddled in the cold wind almost brought the fool to tears.

She put the silver in the fool's hand and shook it vigorously, and the fool's soul flew up with her advice, as if drunk.

"Take it for medicinal use, and keep the rest for yourself"

"I don't have much to spend money on"

She was stunned for a moment.

"I'm very content to be able to do things for you, I don't want money!"

She touched the fool's face with her hand. On the left, this place near the chin.

"Brother fool, with you, my heart will be steady!"

"Is your illness important, don't delay"

"Don't ask"

The fool was so excited that he cried. The young grandmother touched his face, making the fool feel like he had found his mother after a long absence, and his heart was warm.

"Mr. Martin always coughs, you told him to smoke less dry cigarettes, and be careful of burning his lungs. These days he walks on his feet, and you see if there are any nails in his shoes. Yes, you managed to smash it flat. No, let him change his shoes and wear them. Grab the medicine and take it, don't spill it. ”

The fool was still on the clouds, and she mentioned Mr. Martin, and let him fall to the ground steadily. His heart was still warm, and there was already a person left in the middle of the tunnel.

He squatted on the ground, guarding the copper kettle and wooden barrel, clutching the piece of paper tightly in his hand, and his brain gradually had a vein, and he couldn't help but gasp.

It can't be poison, right? If it's poison, who is poison? Master? The note in his hand swelled into a snake. A fool can't get rid of it even if he wants to.

On the way to Qinglong Town, the fool looked at the prescription, but he couldn't understand it, and he didn't know how to read.

The shopkeeper looked at the prescription, what safflower, angelica, Sichuan peony, Niu Xi, there are roughly five or six flavors, and he was happy all of a sudden.

He said: "Your lord has made up for himself to become a girl, this is a recipe for meridian and blood activation, do you have blood bumps in your lord's stomach to melt?"

"It's the old mother's recipe that caught you, and I used you to talk nonsense"

"Yo, damn it, slap mouth."

The shopkeeper's joke reassures the fool. What worries me is the young grandmother's flat belly. Did she have a bloody lump in her stomach? The fool didn't even think about having a baby. It's kind of stupid to go home.

The old lady is sick. He curled up on the bed, the quilt covering his ears all the way, revealing only the top half of his face. The light of the oil lamp shone on him, and his eyes were like two black holes. He didn't undress; The shoeed feet peeked out from under the quilt and stepped on the rosewood carved bed flowers. The brazier was sealed with charcoal, and there was no movement in the medicine pot, only a thin layer of hot air floating. There was a burning smell, in short, others smelled disgusting, he smelled comfortable.

This time, the old man was uncomfortable with urine bubbles. At first, I felt that I couldn't pee, then I felt that I had lost everything, and I felt that what I urinated was not urine, but blood.

He said, "Fool, I'm going to die."

"You can't die"

"Ears, I can't live.

"You're alright. Tell me what you want to eat, and I'll find it for you. If you eat what you want to eat, you'll be fine. ”

"I want to drink boy pee"

"You wait, I'll come when I go"

"Have you invited a man to a benevolent daughter-in-law?"

"She's not sick, she's cured"

"Don't spend 100 days, child. After 100 days, it won't taste good. It is best not to have a full moon. Is there anyone in the town doing confinement?"

"Yes, you can wait"

Fools feel that this family is sick!