"This kid has a big life." The dirty glasses were still straddling the bridge of the doctor's nose, and after he checked Fang Mumu's physical condition, he pushed the glasses up, and his eyes still did not leave Fang Mumu.

Yu Cai's father was still sitting upright, watching the doctor check on Fang Mumu without any emotion, listening to what the doctor said.

Yu Cai stood beside the doctor, rubbing her hands back and forth, afraid that the results of the examination would not be satisfactory. When she heard the doctor's words, she felt her heart beat for a moment, and then it beat quickly and rhythmically, as if accumulating strength, mixed with joy.

"Is that good?" Yu Cai's eyes stared cautiously at the doctor's face, for fear that he would miss any subtle cover-up.

The glasses on the bridge of the doctor's nose may have been old for a long time, and they slipped down to the tip of his nose again, and he raised his head and looked at Yu Cai through the lenses, "Well, okay." As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head and began to slowly pack his tools.

"Then why is the rash still there?" Yu Cai was extremely concerned about the red rash on Fang Mumu's body, although the doctor said that it was okay, but as long as the red rash could still be seen, she felt like a time bomb.

The doctor raised his head again and looked up at Yu Cai, "Have you ever broken your skin?" ”

Yu Cai's original anticipation and apprehension was asked by the doctor's question, so, "It's broken." ”

"Will the scar disappear because it doesn't hurt anymore?" The doctor continued to ask solemnly, his emotions fluctuating at all, like a machine that would only ask questions.

"No, it won't." Yu Cai replied with understanding.

After hearing Yu Cai's answer, the doctor continued to lower his head and pack up his tools, like a snail running hard. The doctor cleaned up and said, "Now the rash on this child's body is like a scar, and there must be a process for it to disappear." ”

Yu Cai nodded, indicating that she was pale, even if the doctor was not looking at her.

"Then it's okay, let's go back quickly with the child."

If Yu Cai's father hadn't said this suddenly, Yu Cai would have almost forgotten that there was still a father in this house.

"I'll take it back." After speaking, Yu Cai hugged Fang Mumu after three strokes and five divisions of two, compared to the doctor, her actions were as fast as lightning.

Yu Cai had just stepped out of the threshold of the doctor's house with her front foot, and retreated back in less than a second, and she realized that her father had not left, and it was definitely inappropriate for her to go first.

So, Yu Cai stood beside his father with Fang Mumu in his arms.

Yu Cai's father looked at the doctor thoughtfully, as if he had something to say, but in the end he didn't say anything. When he came back to his senses, he found that Yu Cai was still in the house, "Didn't you let you go back quickly with the child?" ”

Yu Cai lowered his head, not knowing how to open his mouth and let his father go first.

At this time, the doctor raised his head and looked at Yu Cai's father, under the old dirty glasses, a pair of eyes were full of envy, "Your daughter is waiting for you." With that, he continued to bow his head and pack up his tools, after all, there were some pictures that he couldn't see more, especially a lonely old man like him.

"The old gentleman will rest first, and I will come back another day."

It was the first time Yu Cai saw her father treat a person so respectfully, she looked at the old and short doctor again, today he was not wearing a mask, and today he seemed to be more amiable.

Yu Cai's father didn't wait for the doctor's response, bowed slightly, and turned to leave.

Yu Cai followed behind her father, and when she left, she looked back and scanned the place that brought her good news, the doctor was still slumped, and the other thing was that there were a few unreadable pieces of money on the table where her father had just left, which must be more than ten yuan.

Yu Cai looked at her father, who was walking silently in front of her, and whitened her father's previous silence, and her mother's cruelty to her when her father left. The father's back became more majestic at this moment, and in this majestic shore there was not only indifference and strictness, but also unspeakable love, even if it was simply the face in his mouth.

There is no word for saying goodbye, but I don't see it, time can be expected, and it can be regarded as a fateful arrangement to meet again.

The intersection between Yu Cai and her father is the way home, but her father goes back to her former home, and Yu Cai walks to her current home.

The years are like a knife, and after a few trance moments in the sparkling light of the knife, it will run to the past for a little more time.

"Have you heard?"

"What did you hear?"

"It's the girl of the Fang family who is only half a year old."

"Her father went out to steal someone else's baby pimple, how long has this been a matter of time, what kind of moth is there on her side?"

"How old is she?! She's only half a year old! It's not enough to make a fuss, but a magical thing happened to her, and anyone who hears it will be shocked. ”

"What the hell is that? It also shocked my heart. ”

"Does smallpox know?"

"How can this not be known! This is a life-threatening disease, and there are not a hundred or dozens of children who died of smallpox in the village. Could it be that the girl died of smallpox? I haven't heard of it. ”

"What a death, if she dies, then what else do I have to say here. You don't wait for me to finish your sentence, and you just talk a lot. ”

"Good, good! Am I wrong? I don't talk fast, you say, you say. ”

"It is said that the girl had smallpox, and when she was about to die, a black light fell from the sky and directly forced back the smallpox on her body, and then the girl escaped death."

"Yo! So, is that girl still a fairy reincarnated? ”

"What gods have you ever seen with black light? Aren't they all golden. ”

"That's right, what is that?"

"There is a fortune teller who says that it is a broom star..."

"Huh?! Broom star? It's really my mother. ”

......

Such rumors spread one by two, and then by several people, and there was a rumor that Fang Mumu was the reincarnation of a thousand-year-old broom star in the clay pot village, and this rumor quickly spread to Fang Jian's ears.

"Brother, you're really unlucky!"

As soon as the small bottle of liquor in Fang Jian's hand was put down, he heard Chen Shaodong in front of him say such a sentence inexplicably, and he looked at Chen Shaodong with a confused expression, "I'm bad luck when I drink wine?" What do you mean? ”

Chen Shaodong saw that Fang Jian's face changed, and hurriedly explained, "It's not that drinking is unlucky. As he spoke, Chen Shaodong's face leaned in front of Fang Jian, "It's your broom star girl." ”

Fang Jian opened another small bottle of wine, took a sip, looked into the distance, did not look at Chen Shaodong, nor did he answer Chen Shaodong's words, he didn't need to ask carefully to know something Chen Shaodong wanted to say. The people of this village are the same as when he was born more than thirty years ago, a swarm of sanctimonious flies, watching the time fly under the blue sky and white clouds, but at the slightest smell of right and wrong, they will flock to gossip in broad daylight that should have been placed in dark corners. No, maybe there have been these flies since the beginning of the village.

Chen Shaodong originally wanted to poke right and wrong through the parties, but fortunately, he had the display of 'real evidence' in front of others, but whoever thought that Fang Jian would not answer at all, and he could only sneer.

After a few taels of white wine, Fang Jianyin felt that his temper was beginning to become irritable and difficult to suppress with the boiling of blood, he looked at Chen Shaodong with the afterglow of his eyes, "Where is there a fortune teller?" ”

Chen Shaodong also drank a lot with him, but he has been brewing it in the wine jar since he was a child, so his consciousness is still quite clear, and the wine should be better than Fang Jian. He smiled evilly, "At the west entrance of the village, there is a family without a yard, and the door curtain is a black and white Taiji diagram." ”

Fang Jian didn't look at Chen Shaodong, and stumbled away.

Fang Jian, who can usually walk steadily after drinking a pound, is only a few taels today, and he walks swayingly, and he blames everything on the two broom stars at home.

Looking at the scorching sun in the sky, Fang Jian suddenly stood up and scolded at the sun, "You are not good in the sky, running in such a middle position, how can I know where the west head is?" Ah~"

Seeing that the sky was unwilling to give even a hint of wind, Fang Jian lowered his head boringly, found a random direction and began to walk. He didn't want to ask anyone, because anyone was like a spy of rumors, and he definitely wanted to get some information out of his words.

Fang Jian had traveled almost all over the village, and at dusk, he finally saw the strangely shaped curtain he was looking for.

There was no wall in the courtyard in front of him, the two tiled houses were isolated in the middle of the courtyards of every household, and there was no light in the house.

Despite this, Fang Jian staggered to the door and knocked on the wooden door under the curtain.

The door was opened, the room was very dark, and Fang Jian's cloudy gaze did not catch anything other than the person in front of him.

The person in front of him should be a fortune teller, a pair of abrupt big eyes seem to have seen through life and fallen into the outline, the thin body should be caused by learning what Qingfeng Taoist cultivates immortals, and the sandalwood on his body is very heavy, Xu has just finished worshipping all kinds of immortals.

But Fang Jian didn't feel that the person in front of him didn't look like a fortune teller, the person in front of him was hunched over, with roe head and rat eyes, and his eyes were evasive, and he didn't look as frank as a layman.

"Fortune telling?" Fang Jian took advantage of the alcohol to wave away the impression of the person in front of him in his mind, anyway, he was used to being deceived by superstition, Yin knew that it was not much, and he also told himself that his heart was sincere, and the person in front of him was like this, and so was the dead goddess.

"Count, count." The fortune teller's eyes glowed, like a hungry jackal with green eyes.

"Do you want to bring something?" Fang Jian deliberately ignored the greed in the eyes of the people in front of him, anyway, he couldn't pull out a few poor eggs.

The fortune teller lowered his head and tugged at his clothes, then raised his hands above his head to straighten the rusty crown on his head.

Only then did Fang Jian realize that this fortune teller actually had his hair, and his half-length hair was tied up by a crown, and with the old and wrinkled Taoist robe on his body, it seemed to have a little meaning.

"Ahem, you can go." After coughing lightly, the fortune teller seemed to have completed the rite of going out.

As the fortune teller closed the door, Fang Jian was still exploring the dark room with chaotic eyes, and the fortune teller didn't look back from beginning to end, making Fang Jian wonder if there was some unknown monster hiding in that room.

After the curtain on the Taiji diagram fell, Fang Jian let go of his so-called curiosity, after all, he still had something to do. He walked ahead, swept to his side with his peripheral vision, and the fortune teller was keeping up with his swaying pace.

"I don't know what kind of fate this master is going to count?" The fortune teller walked and walked, only to remember that he had promised too quickly, and he actually forgot to ask what his fortune was.

Fang Jian stopped and squinted at the fortune teller, "Of course it's human life!" ”