The night was quiet, and a first-quarter moon hung in the treetops.

The cold moonlight shone on the courtyard, and everything became hazy.

The night breeze blew, and a layer of chill was felt on his body.

Da'an was like a pacesetter, guarding the door of the house, looking around vigilantly with a pair of eyes.

Occasionally, he would look at the small window.

In the house tonight, there are three soybean oil lamps lit for the first time.

The lights flickered, casting those familiar figures on the window.

Although I couldn't go into the house and stand in front of me to see how my sister was sticking a needle for my father, there was a blurred shadow from this window.

Da'an can still imagine the tension and busyness in the house at this moment......

"Brother, I'm cold ......"

Xiao An shrunk his neck and timidly pulled Da An's sleeve.

Da An lowered his head and touched Xiao An's head: "Then you go to my sister's house to stay." ”

"There is no fire in that house, I'm afraid of the dark, brother, you can take me over ......" Xiao An begged in a low voice.

Daan showed a hint of embarrassment.

Tonight, the door of this house is where he will hold out.

What if he leaves, and those good people break in and disturb the needles inside?

"Xiao An is a man, and a man is not afraid of the dark!"

Da An softly encouraged Xiao An.

Xiao An is still young, only about four years old.

The cold was the only thing he could feel now.

Da An gritted his teeth, simply took off his outer coat, and put it on Xiao An.

And he himself, wearing a single sleeping coat inside, just stood at the door, not moving......

in the house.

Yang Huazhong was lying flat on his clothes, and the quilt covered his upper body and waist.

The exposed legs, the area around the knees, and the seven inches down the knees were covered with dense silver needles.

Those silver needles, as thin as a cow's hair, glowed with a blinding bright color in the light.

Yang Ruoqing lowered her eyes, held her breath, and inserted the silver needle twisted between her fingers.

inch by inch, he stabbed into Yang Huazhong's leg......

The man was lying there, and on his forehead, cold sweat the size of a bean rolled out.

Sun followed Yang Ruoqing's instructions, took a clean, half-dried handkerchief, and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead for him every once in a while.

The kung fu of a stick of incense seems to be very fast, but it also seems to be very slow......

Yang Ruoqing finally accepted the silver needle, and worked together with Sun to help Yang Huazhong sit up.

"Daddy, how do you feel?"

Sun asked anxiously and nervously.

At this moment, Yang Huazhong was out of breath and almost collapsed.

His head and back were all wet with sweat.

It's like being fished out of water.

Sun asked, he didn't react for a long time, his mouth was wide open and panting.

Seeing this, Sun was even more worried.

"Qing'er, is your dad okay?" She asked Yang Ruoqing instead.

Yang Ruoqing smiled faintly at Sun: "It's okay, I'm afraid I haven't come back to my breath yet." ”

As she spoke, she gently rubbed her hand near Yang Huazhong's left heart socket.

"Daddy, Daddy? Can you talk or not? Boom! ”

After rubbing his heart for a while, Yang Huazhong's stunned eyes finally rolled.

After exhaling a breath of turbidity, he finally spit out one word: "Hurt ......"

"Pain? Daddy, where do you hurt? Sun's heart tugged.

Yang Huazhong raised his hand and pointed to his legs: "Here, it's like a worm gnawing at my bones, it hurts a lot......"

"Qing'er, what's going on?" Sun asked Yang Ruoqing in a panic.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and let out a long breath.

"Mother, my father's leg instincts are all back. It's still the same sentence, it's good to hurt, it's not painful, that's really bad! ”

"Huh?"

Sun was stunned, and then surprised and delighted.

Yang Huazhong was also excited.

"Dad, try it and see if you can move your legs?"

Yang Ruoqing said again.

"Huh!"

Yang Huazhong nodded, gritted his teeth, and grabbed the quilt under him with both hands, trying to lift his legs.

Sun and Yang Ruoqing both widened their eyes and stared at his legs without blinking.

Yang Huazhong tried hard for a long time, but his legs still couldn't be lifted.

"It hurts, it hurts so much, it's like a knife is cutting, it hurts so much that I can't lift it at all!"

Yang Huazhong was sweating again.

The man gritted his teeth and used all his strength to feed, but his legs still didn't move.

The Sun family on the side, who had just put down his heart, ate and hung up again.

At this time, I suddenly heard Yang Ruoqing's exclamation.

"It's done, my dad's toes are moving!"

"Where, where?" Sun leaned over.

Both mother and daughter saw Yang Huazhong's toes moving.

Yang Huazhong was stunned, and only then did he raise his legs vigorously, not noticing his feet at all.

Hearing this, he also glanced at his toes, trying to use his strength on his toes as he had done when he was healthy.

Sure enough, he saw his toes moving.

He wanted the thumb of his left foot to move, and the thumb moved.

I wanted the little finger of my right foot to move, and I moved.

The man was so excited that he couldn't speak, and his eyes were all red!

Here, Yang Ruoqing also said excitedly: "If the toes can move, it means that the meridians on my father's legs are open." ”

Although the toes move a little slowly, a little stiff.

The amplitude of the movement is not very large, but it is a sign of healing.

"Dad's knee is seriously injured, and after a period of recuperation, it will no longer hurt, and he will definitely be able to stand up."

Once again, she was determined.

Sun cried with joy, wiped his tears and said: "Qing'er is right, it will take a hundred days to break your muscles and bones, and when you are completely recuperate, your father will be able to walk on the ground!" ”

The man was already in tears at the moment, and the muscles on his face twitched fiercely.

"Too, too, too good!"

He trembled, and it took him a long time to finally squeeze out these words.

Sun couldn't hold back any longer, and threw himself into Yang Huazhong's arms with a snort.

"Daddy...... We're going to get out of it......"

The woman's tears could no longer be stopped, like a rushing flood.

threw himself into the man's arms, as if he wanted to turn all the grievances and worries he had suffered during this period of time into tears and pour them out......

The man reached out and put his arm around the woman, gently caressing the woman's back.

Seeing this scene, Yang Ruoqing's eyes were also wet, but she had an extremely happy smile on her face.

She packed up the silver needle and quietly exited the room.

Outside the house, Da An stood in the night with Xiao An on his back.

The cold wind blew in gusts and blew on his thin body.

On this night after the beginning of winter, the coldness in the wind penetrates into the bone marrow.

However, he stood there as if he did not feel the cold, and his handsome face was so happy that his mouth was grinning to the side.

He heard the movement in the room clearly.

He knew that his sister had succeeded.

She really did it, and she healed her father's leg injury.

After a while, Dad will be able to stand up again, support this family, and shelter their sister and brother from the wind and rain!

From now on, walking in the village, Chen Goudan and they no longer dare to bully their sisters and brothers casually!