Yan Chun was in this wooden barrel full of medicinal smell, and the water invaded his neck, and he leaned against the wall of the barrel like this, feeling as if there were countless small insects drilling into his body. Yan Chun's consciousness is still sober: this mountain is always applying medicine to himself, treating the body that can't move, only a wisp of wandering soul. And the only thing he can do at this time is to wait for his body to recover, he knows that he is here for Ah Huang? And what about Ah Huang? He must find Ah Huang, he clearly remembers that Ah Huang has a black mole on his nose, which he has seen since he was a child.

The mountain elder walked over, Yan Chun's eyes opened and looked at the mountain elder, dressed in a black robe, with a long braid combed on his back to the length of his waist. The eyes were clear and bright, but the face that had passed through the vicissitudes of the sea was a layer of blue, with a small white goatee, and he walked to Yan Chun's side with a cigarette pot in both hands: "Young man, are you better?" ”

Yan Chun couldn't speak, he always felt that he had something to say, but he didn't know how to say it. He wanted to be grateful to the old man for saving his life, if he really encountered some snakes, wolves and beasts, he might have to finish explaining. Not now, and it's always been good. It's just that I feel that my whole body can't move, as if the hands, feet, and body are not my own. The only thing that is at his disposal is the pair of smart eyes, but the eyes are full of confusion: what is wrong with him? How did he get to this place, what is the origin of this mountain old man in a long shirt, and he should be in that era at this time?

Yan Chun is sure that this is definitely not his own era, but there is no carriage in his own era, what is the way of this robe mountain elder? Will this be the great Shanghai of 1937? No, Yan Chun quickly denied this assumption, Greater Shanghai was an international city, and at that time there were small cars, big cars and rickshaws, but there was no such carriage. He opened his mouth a few times, but he couldn't make a sound.

Elder Shan comforted Yan Chun as if he understood: "You can't speak for the time being, this may be related to the injuries you have received, caused by hurting your internal organs." I've checked that your body is still normal, just soak this potion for five or seven or eight days. What about your family? How did you get to where you were alone?"

Yan Chun understood the old man's words, and the words were the same as what he said. Yan Chun was very glad that he could still communicate with the old man, and tried to speak, but he couldn't make a sound.

"You don't have to rush to answer my question, you still need to recover now, and you can't speak for the time being, and it will take a few days, you can rest assured here, I will cure you." The old man looked at Yan Chundi's strong physique: "I feel that you are not an ordinary person, you are different from us here." I know how you got there. Who has so much hatred with you and broke your hamstrings so much? ”

The old man's series of words were exactly what Yan Chun also wanted to ask the old man. But Yan Chun opened his mouth a few times, but he still couldn't say anything, so he had to point to his throat.

"That's going to be fine, but it will take a few days to recover, and your body, when I pat the meridians of your whole body, I always feel that there is an unusual power in your body, I think you are also a child of that family, falling to this point, it's not what people want, you have to keep a normal heart,"

After the old man said this, he walked around Yan Chun's side and walked to the side, and said to the young man in Tsing Yi who was holding a bowl of chicken soup in one hand, "Little Wu, I'm sorry for you." ”

"Shan Lao, you don't have to be polite, that's what I should do, and if I can do something for Shan Lao, it's also my job, I think it's my blessing." This little Wuyanchun recognized it, it was the person who opened the door that night, with the same hat on his head and the blue robe on his body.

But Shan Lao didn't take the stubble of this little five, but just took the chicken soup from him: "You go out and get busy, I'll feed him." When Shan Lao said this, there was an extra layer of smile in his eyes. Seeing that Xiao Wu was going out, he stopped again: "By the way, if the master asks, I will go and talk to the master later." ”

After all, he is at best a person who is raised by others, to put it bluntly, he is a person who eats other people's white food, the lord gives himself face, allows himself to have a one-man courtyard, and also treats himself with courtesy, and now he has something to hide from the master, which is unreasonable.

After Xiao Wu left, Shan Lao walked up to Yan Chun and scooped a spoonful of chicken soup: "What your body needs most now is conditioning, which is to fundamentally supplement the nutrients in your body." If you can't move these days, you can only eat a little chicken soup,"

Shan Lao carefully fed the chicken soup into Yan Chun's mouth, and saw the tears that slipped on Yan Chun's face. Shan Lao comforted: "Don't be too sad, take care of your body first, and then you can go wherever you want, and you can still find your family after all." I'm an old man, it's different, and I can only live in my lord's house like this for the rest of my life. ”

Yan Chun heard the old man's words and understood the old man's words, he keenly saw that when the old man said this, he also had a lot of helplessness and sadness, presumably the old man's life was also full of bitterness. But no matter how bitter it is, no matter how sad it is, how can you have your own suffering? Is this sad?

Coming to this strange realm with such a good appearance, Yan Chun still felt like he had arrived in a certain dynasty, and such clothes were only worn by those people in ancient times. But I can't find a complaint. There is no object to talk to. And the only one I can talk about is the big yellow dog brought out of my own home. But when he arrived here, Ah Huang must have also experienced a space-time reversal teleportation, maybe he is not the same era as himself now, or maybe he is now being eaten by that person or that beast as lunch?

And the egg is bitter that he can't tell anyone what he says, he himself is an outsider existence, if he tells his origins, it is strange that people at this time do not regard themselves as gods. When Yan Chun thought of the girl in his heart, the discomfort was not ordinary suffering, he had been in love for three years, and he was waiting for himself to go to her house to see her parents on his birthday in August today, and now all this has become an eternal separation for himself. The key is that I am alive and well now, and I am still living in another era.

I haven't eaten for more than a day, and a bowl of chicken soup is really nothing? Yan Chun, under the careful care of Shan Lao, drank the chicken soup cleanly. This made Yan Chun happy for a while, this chicken soup can only be drunk when his mother was alive, and the person who made the chicken soup must also be in his early fifties. Yan Chun thought about the general appearance of this person who made chicken soup in his heart. Anyway, if you are well, you should also express your gratitude to the person who made the chicken soup.

If you receive the grace of a drop of water, you should repay it with a spring; The virtue of drinking people's chicken soup has to be reciprocated by springs.

Yan Chun thought about it and felt a little too much.

Before you know it, your body is back in that meditative state. I felt that the worms in my body began to rush into my body again, and I had to throw away all my thoughts and deal with this heart-piercing pain.

One by one

(To be continued)

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