"Cover Jiayan's mouth and nose with a blanket, and my grandfather and I blow air into his ears and eyes with a reed pipe, and then plug his ear piercings with cotton balls, so that after a quarter of an hour, you remove the blanket again, understand?"

After giving instructions a few times, seeing that Yan Yuchi still looked hesitant, Mu Xiaowu sighed and said to Yan Qingcheng, "Childe, it's better for you to come." ”

Hearing this, Yan Qingcheng took the blanket from Yan Yuchi's hand, frowned and asked Mu Xiaowu, "This won't hurt Jiayan, right?" ”

"Don't worry, my grandfather will do what he says, and Childe will do it."

"No," her words were unceremoniously interrupted by Yan Yuchi, "We don't know where your ancestors and grandchildren came from, how can we hand over Jiayan to you casually, do you know what kind of family our Yan family is, and who Jiayan is......"

Mu Xiaowu was not angry, only sneered, and spread his hands and said, "It's up to you, if you don't allow it, my grandfather can't forcibly cast a spell, let's go, no matter how high the threshold of your Yan family is, we can also cross it." ”

Hearing her say this, Yan Qingcheng hurriedly grabbed Yan Yuchi's arm and wanted to come up to mediate, but before he could speak, Mu Cripple's voice came first, "This kid seems to be out of breath, save it or not, you give me a quasi-word." ”

***

After exiting from Jiayan's room, Cui Yun found that the sky without a trace of clouds was overcast, and it was overwhelming, and a heavy rain seemed inevitable.

The old servants who followed her didn't notice the changing sky, and were still talking about the things in the house: "Did you hear what the lame man said? He told us to quit, saying that the child was timid, and when the soul came back, he was rushed by so much yang energy, and he was afraid that he would be scared back again. What else to say, during this period, let us go and catch a big rooster, put it in a basket and hang it on a bamboo rod, and after returning the soul, we will insert the bamboo in the courtyard, so that after one night, if everything is well, the soul will not leave the body again. ”

"The two ancestors and grandchildren are chattering, and I don't know how much they can believe their words." Another old woman continued.

"However, the little master Jiayan was blown by their ancestors and grandchildren, and he really turned around, and his face was a little ruddy, although he hadn't woken up yet. If the little young master is really cured, it will be the great benefactor of our Yan family. ”

Cui Yun glanced back at them, and said lightly unhurriedly, "Didn't you let you catch the rooster?" Be sharp, don't get wrong. ”

When several people heard her say this, they hurriedly responded, and trotted all the way along the road. Seeing them walk away, Cui Yun turned around, and a pair of eyes with slightly hanging eyes looked at the hollow carved window in front of her without blinking: the candle flame inside shook slightly, reflecting a few figures. Cui Yun stared at one of the shadows for a moment, then sighed heavily, turned around again, and crouched down in front of the gate.

She picked up a branch and wrote the word "Yan" neatly on the ground.

"Yan", the only word she could write, the only word he taught her to write. Cui Yun looked at that word, a smile unconsciously bloomed on the corner of her mouth, and she temporarily forgot the troubles that had been coiling in her heart.

"Cuiyun, you know, you know that I have liked you since I was a child, and I only like you alone, you have always known that, right?"

"Cuiyun, if it weren't for my father's old age, the Yan family would have left without me, and I would have taken you away a long time ago."

"Cuiyun, I sometimes think, just leave it away, don't care about anything, as long as you are by my side."

She remembered the warm look in his eyes when he said these words, like a fire, which made her warm and warm. Cui Yun blushed, erased the word "Yan" with a branch, and was about to stand up, but she heard a thunder overhead, and the raindrops of beans fell on the ground, wetting her hair and clothes.

She hurriedly hid under the eaves and wiped a handful of raindrops from her face, but before she could catch her breath, she felt a flash of white light in front of her, and the copper needle she had just seen indoors actually returned, dragging a slender white thread like a dragon's whisker, which was set off a little dazzling by the dim sky.

The copper needle paused for a moment, and then flew through the wall and into the room, as if the thick blue-gray wall was made of paper. Cui Yun stared at the wall, and didn't come back for a long time: it really came back? Could it really bring back Jiayan's soul? Will Jiayan wake up because of this?

Well, after sobering up...... Will he tell that thing?

Her heart was like knocking over the five-flavor bottle, and she didn't know whether to be happy or worried, so she could only clench her two fists and stare at the window with red light.

"Jiayan, Jiayan is awake." Yan Bailin's excited voice came out of the house first, followed by Xiangzhen's crying, which was full of joy, as if she had lost and recovered the most precious treasure in the world.

Cui Yun let out a breath that had been held in her heart for a long time, took a deep breath of air mixed with the smell of rain, pushed open the door and walked in.

Jiayan had already sat up, held in his mother's arms, and asked questions hungrily, thirstily and coldly. The rest of the Yan family gathered around, and their eyes all focused on Jiayan's slightly thin body. The ancestors and grandsons of the Mu family stood on the outermost side with a smile, both of them had a smug look on their faces, and their arrogant appearance was completely different from Fang Cai.

"The little master is awake, do you want some soup?" Cui Yun waited for Xiangzhen to calm down before asking in a soft voice.

"You can eat some liquid food, but remember not too much, otherwise, his stomach may not be able to adapt to it." Without waiting for others to speak, Mu Xiaowu had already answered first.

However, Cui Yun didn't hear what she was saying, because her attention was now all on Jia Yan's body: the child, the child she had taken care of since childhood, was now looking at her from Xiangzhen's arms, his eyes were sharp, like two sharp needles.

"It's better to give him some hot porridge, half a bowl is enough, even if he still shouts hunger, he can't give it. After a few days like this, I will see that he is well on his body, and it is not too late to enter the meat again...... Hey, girl, girl? Did you hear that? ”

After Mu Xiaowu finished speaking, seeing that Cui Yun didn't react, he walked over and stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her eyes. Cui Yunfang came back to her senses, nodded at Mu Xiaowu embarrassedly, and turned around.

Walking out of the room, her mind was still confused: why did Jia Yan look at herself like that? The look of gloom on his face, she had never seen before, was it...... Did he really remember that?

Thinking so, her steps became faster, and she ran forward desperately, regardless of the mixed wind and rain. But she didn't run a few steps, but her foot suddenly stepped on a soft thing, Cuiyun was startled, jumped away with a scream, and couldn't help but look back at the ground.

There was a dark shadow on the ground, and an even darker shadow next to it, scattered by the pouring rain.