After noon, the two groups parted ways in Qionglai, and Wu Xing and Wei Bushu entered the village again with porcelain, and went straight to the house of the craftsman who had helped them make bamboo weaving. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The old man couldn't help but feel a little strange when he saw that the father and son had come again only one day later. Wei Bushu pretended to be very embarrassed, and took the initiative to explain to the old man: "That's the case, didn't we say yesterday that we wanted to make bamboo weaving with the same pattern as the porcelain fetus?" My wife was a little reluctant, he wanted to get something else, let me bring it to you. ”

The old man wore reading glasses and glanced at the photo Wei Bushu was holding, which was a pattern that Qingpi had searched for on Baidu before leaving, drawing a pair of mandarin ducks.

The old man smiled knowingly, put the photo away and said, "Okay, anyway, your two haven't started work yet, don't worry." ”

Wei Bushu said: "Oh uncle, you are so happy, then we will go back, and I will ask my son to come and get it when the time comes." ”

"Okay, okay, don't worry." The old man smiled amiably. Yesterday, Wei Bushu paid a large amount of deposit, and the old man looked at Wei Bushu as if he was looking at a walking gold ingot, can it not be kind?

Wu Xing laughed secretly in his heart, he followed Wei Bushu and walked out, and when he passed by the porch of the courtyard, the old man's six or seven-year-old grandson ran in in a hurry and bumped into Wei Bushu.

Wei Bushu scooped up the kid, and I saw that there was a yellow mark on the back of the child's neck. I can't help but think of when this kid was just playing at the entrance of the village, but he unceremoniously hit Wei Bushu with a stone, according to the original plan, Wei Bushu was going to attack the old man, it seems that his father has a character of revenge, and even the child will not let go.

Only then did the child see that Wei was unfamiliar, so he scratched him with his eyes, and shouted to his grandfather as he ran into the house: "Grandpa, that person looks like a plague god." ”

Wu Xing laughed out loud with a "poof", and was slapped coldly by his old man, and then heard the old man scolding in the house: "Little rabbit, you don't have a door in your mouth, see me don't ...... Hey, Xiaobao...... What's wrong with you, Xiaobao? ”

Wei Bushu and Wu Xing exchanged glances, Wu Xing pretended to be in a hurry and ran into the house, and saw the old man holding his grandson, the child who was still alive just now, and his lips were blue and he had fainted.

"What's going on?" I ran over and helped him move the child to the chair and lay down, and no matter how much the old man shook, the child was still unconscious. Wu Xing persuaded: "This is not the way, send it to the hospital." ”

"You can't send it to the hospital, you can't send it to the hospital." The old man suddenly became excited, and then he remembered something, grabbed Wu Xing and said, "Young man, you can help me take care of it, and I will go and ask for a doctor." After saying that, he ran out in a panic.

Wu Xing stuck out his tongue at Wei Bushu, who was standing on the side, and said secretly in his heart, you still blame other children for saying that you are a plague god, and the plague god is much kinder than you.

In fact, Wei Bushu just put a small talisman on the back of the child's neck just now, and he will be safe and sound at dawn tomorrow morning.

After a while, the child's grandfather returned with the child's parents and the village's barefoot doctor. The child's father was a swarthy and sturdy middle-aged man, in his forties, and when he saw Wei Bushu and Wei Wuxing, his eyes lit up with obvious vigilance.

The old man said, "Thank you, young man, go back as soon as it's getting late, and we don't stay in our village for outsiders." ”

Although this was expected by my line, it was so obvious that it could not be described as "strange".

Wei Bushu stood outside the door and greeted me: "Let's go, it's dangerous to drive at night, we have to go to Qionglai for dinner." ”

Scratching the hair on the back of his head, he said to the old man, "No, let's drive the child to the town hospital." ”

In fact, when they said something like this, the doctor's expression was already not quite right, and the child's father was very clear. "Young man, you better go with your father, the road is not easy to drive at night, and our village is forbidden to enter and exit as soon as it gets dark."

The barefoot doctor interjected beside him: "I'm afraid the child is not very good, I don't see anything wrong with this." ”

When the child's mother heard this, she cried and was scolded by the man, but she was still so sad that her crying turned into a whisper calling the child's name.

Wu Xing couldn't see this kind of scene, he walked to the door of the house, and suddenly said to Wei Bushu: "Dad, don't you treat this child again." ”

Wei Bushu frowned and looked at him, everyone else in the room looked at Wei Bushu, and the old man asked Wu Xing, "Your father is a doctor?" ”

Wu Xing looked unspeakably hidden, walked over and pretended to persuade Wei Bushu, Wei Bushu looked at the sky, it was almost dark, he sighed deeply: "This place is a bit evil, we should not stay for a long time." ”

As soon as these words came out, several people, including the woman, all showed shocked looks, and they exchanged glances with each other, as if they were weighing something in their eyes.

Wu Xing persuaded in a small voice: "Didn't you save that person last time he lost his breath?" This kid is so young......"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up." Wei Bushu seemed impatient, and turned around and scolded his son.

Wu Xing was a little embarrassed at this time, he glanced at the child a little unbearably, and walked towards Wei Bushu slowly.

"Wait."

The father and son who were walking out, a smile appeared on the corners of their mouths, but when they turned around, they were all hidden, and the father of the child stood on the steps, his hands clenched into fists and hung down on his sides, as if he had made a big decision, he pleaded: "Save my little treasure." ”

Half an hour later, Wei Bushu put away the few silver needles he was carrying, took out a pill the size of a small thumbnail from his body, and handed it to the woman: "Half a cup of wine melts, and after precipitation, apply a layer of liquid on the child's lips." ”

The woman carefully took the pill and did so, and by this time, it was completely dark outside, and according to the rules of Xiejia Village, no one could go out of the house after nightfall.

Now, the child's father also knew that he couldn't hide much, so he told Wei Bushu: "Many years ago, the village was cursed, and the ancestors set up so many rules, you will definitely not be able to leave the village today, and from now on, you must not leave the hospital, I will arrange for you to stay in the wing room for one night." ”

The woman had already made the medicine and took it and dipped it in the child's mouth. Wei Bushu knew that the child would wake up soon, and he still pretended to be embarrassed on his face: "We still won't stay overnight, it's only past eight o'clock." ”

Wu Xing also said: "Yes, we have something to do tomorrow, and we must get Chengdu today." ”

At this time, the child on the bed suddenly muttered "Mom", and the family all gathered around, and the child's father relaxed his vigilance against Wei Bushu, and he came over and said sincerely: "Thank you very much, but I didn't say anything alarmist just now, there are indeed a lot of taboos in our village, you are staying for my son, we should also ensure your safety, in short, you should stay for one night, don't go out." ”