"Wow"

A cry.

In Xiema Temple Village, the son of the Jiang family at the end of the village was born.

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, followed by an earth-shattering thunderclap that seemed to tear the entire sky apart.

There are all kinds of people on the road, sparsely pulled three or five people in a pile, burning ingots wax paper on the side of the road, and the sky is still clear in the morning.

In the afternoon, the sky was gloomy as if it had gambled with someone, the gray sky outlined people's more and more haggard faces, and the streets were filled with the smell of sorrow and death.

In the small adobe house, the roof is like an iron pot, which is tightly fastened on the head, making people breathless.

Three men and women surround a somewhat worn wooden bed on which lies a woman who has just given birth.

At this time, the woman looked very tired, and her forehead was still sweating.

The three people around the wooden bed did not look happy because of the birth of the child, but their faces looked very heavy.

The man on the side rubbed his hands together and walked back and forth hurriedly, as if he were standing on a red-hot iron plate.

The baby in the man's hand, his lips were scorched, his face was flushed, and his hands were on his chest panting violently.

His lips were so thirsty that he kept cracking, and when the blood came out, he formed a scab in his place, and his face, which had been pale, was now as red as raw beef, and his eyes were newly woven with red silk, and his belly was fat and bulging like a frog.

The old gentleman among the two people, the old gentleman was thin and weak, like a thin mountain ginseng, flipping through the thick old book in his hand, muttering in his mouth as he read it, and his right hand also followed the words back and forth.

"Snap" the heavy old book closed.

The old gentleman frowned and said word by word, slowly, as if he spit out a word, and it would weigh a hundred pounds.

"Heaven descends from the gods, all kinds of tricks are sent, life is overcome, all things are overcome, and they are regarded as the most ominous lords. If you don't die in your early years, there will be endless disasters around you, and you have to send them away as soon as possible! ”

The middle-aged man beside him trembled, looking very flustered. The middle-aged man was two heads taller than the old gentleman, he was tall and burly, with broad shoulders, a thin waist, and a fanned chest, and sat down like a mountain and stood up like a tower.

"So, can the fire salamander save his life?"

When the man had finished speaking, he turned his head to look at a pot of brightly colored flowers on the wooden table beside him.

The color of the petals was very bright, surprisingly bright red, as if there was blood flowing in the petals, and the stamen in the middle of the flower was a small black round bead, black and shiny, in the dim room, following the little candlelight, flickering.

The middle-aged man was very anxious, and his speech stumbled.

The old gentleman pushed the eye socket of the bridge of his nose and looked at a pot of flowers on the wooden table not far away, this flower looked really strange, bright red flowers, and from time to time a few bits of blood-red liquid dripping from the flowers, as if they were bleeding.

"It can be saved, it can only be saved for a while, it can't save him for a lifetime, we can do our best, after all, we have eaten the only fire salamander flower left in this world, how far this road can go, it depends on his own creation" The old gentleman shook his head after speaking.

As soon as the middle-aged man heard what the old man said, he immediately ran to the wooden table not far away, directly tore off the flower of the fire salamander, put it in his mouth, and chewed it vigorously.

Then he walked to the child who was still in swaddling clothes, gently picked up the child, and fed the chewed fragmented salamander flowers to the child's mouth with his mouth, and the child cried and coughed a few times, and swallowed the flesh of the salamander flower.

The middle-aged man put the child next to the woman who was still asleep, picked up the scoop beside him, and rinsed his mouth.

The old gentleman watched out the window as the night gradually brightened, and the smoke of cooking rose from several houses not far away, which rose on the roof of the farmhouse and then disappeared after dissipating in the glowing air.

"Take a name, it's time to send him away." The old gentleman said to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was worried, and his heart seemed to be sealed by a piece of adhesive tape and could not be turned. His brain was like a clockwork that had been broken, and he stopped walking, and then at a glance he saw a salamander flower with a flower stem left.

"Flowers bloom sometimes, reunion is indefinite."

"Ginger Indefinite"

……

The sky has gradually brightened, the sky is slightly bright in the early morning, faintly dyed the morning fog into goose yellow, hazy in the distant fields, three figures appeared at the entrance of Xiemamiao Village, and there is an old-fashioned Santana parked at the entrance of the village.

The old gentleman was still holding Jiang Wuji, who was still asleep, and motioned to the Santana that the husband and wife were sitting on in front of him, and gradually disappeared in the foggy village in the early morning with the rumbling exhaust sound of the old-fashioned car.

The husband and wife didn't say much, but before getting into the car, they glanced at the child in the old gentleman's arms, and there was no superfluous expression on the faces of the two of them, and on the surface, they were numb and cold.

In the car, the woman said to the man.

"I think he'll be alive and well."

The woman looked like she was in her early thirties, with a square face, a pointed chin, small round eyes, thin lips, and although she was wearing old clothes and trousers, she was well-cut and neatly washed, and her whole body still exuded maternal kindness.

The middle-aged man's face was expressionless, and his face was visibly numb.

"The next thing, whether we succeed or not, is all related to his life and death, do our things well, and the rest of the things will be left to him."

The woman did not say a word, but bowed her head silently.

……

The old gentleman also did not stop for a moment, shuttling alone through the fields, passing through one field after another, walking through two or three villages, and looking for a bus that passed by and went to the city.

The bus was swaying on the muddy dirt road, and Jiang Wuji in the old man's arms was still asleep, and two small dimples could be faintly seen on his immature face. After several rounds, it is a new city hundreds of kilometers away from Xiema Temple Village.

As soon as the car stopped, the old gentleman hurriedly got out of the car, as if it was an obvious destination, and he was familiar with the road step by step.

From getting off the bus to now, two hours have passed, and the old gentleman has come to the outside of a three-story courtyard building, and there is a huge signboard on the upper floor, which reads "Xincheng Welfare Institute".

Outside the door of the Xincheng Welfare Institute, the old gentleman knocked on the big iron door that was rusty and painted.

"Hiss~" The rusty big iron door was opened, accompanied by a screeching sound.

She was greeted by a middle-aged woman, with freckles on her face, even on her arms, and it was impossible to tell how old she was.

The old gentleman and the middle-aged woman looked at each other, and neither of them spoke, as if they had seen someone they knew all the better.

The old gentleman handed over Jiang Wuji in his arms to the middle-aged woman, only to see that the middle-aged woman looked a little flustered, and gently took over Jiang Wuji, who was still in swaddling.

"This is?!" The middle-aged woman seemed to have a rabbit in her arms, her heart was apprehensive, she kept jumping, and looked at the old gentleman in front of her.

The old gentleman did not speak, but nodded.

The middle-aged woman closed the big iron door as soon as she could, and then hurriedly trotted into the courtyard, as if she was afraid of being seen.

The old gentleman turned around and hurriedly left the welfare home.