At this time, Shi Zaitian raised his head and looked at Shi Ende and said, Dad, there is one thing, I don't sell Guanzi, if you go to the street of Lion Town the morning after tomorrow, you will definitely meet Tu Leng, his left leg is injured, and he is still on crutches.

Shi Ende sneered, not believing that his son had such a god. But he remembered this sentence, and rushed to the streets of Lion Town on the morning of the third day, and sure enough, he saw Tu Lengmu walking towards him with a cane, and his left foot poked into the ground and tiptoed, obviously injured.

Shi Ender pretended not to understand the situation and deliberately asked, how did you do it? He said that a few days ago, he went up to a tree to cut branches for firewood, and accidentally fell from the tree, but fortunately only one left leg was injured, and the rest of his body was fine. Tu Lengji thought that Shi Ende didn't know the truth, so he didn't tell the truth.

Tu Lengmu hurried forward on crutches, his head slightly buried, as if he didn't want to talk to Shi Ender more. As he walked past Shi Ende, he looked up again and looked at the gate of the town health center not far ahead.

Late that night, he planned to pry open the kitchen door of Slynde's house to steal bacon, but not only did he steal chickens and rice, but he often lost enough to use a pry lever to pry the door, but he didn't know if he was guilty of a ghost or something, and suddenly his body seemed to be pressed by a huge force, and he sat down, and in this way, his left leg was sprained when he knelt down, and it went from pain to swelling, and he died of discomfort.

The next day, he found a nearby beater who could treat bruises and injuries to knead him for a while, and then applied a plaster, and by the third day the swelling still did not subside. The family persuaded them not to waste time, but to go to the orthopedic department of a regular hospital to have a look.

So, that morning, he went to the town guardhouse, passing through the town streets, and unexpectedly met Shi Ende, the owner of the house of the would-be victim of his attempted theft, and he was always a little confused and uneasy.

On the same day, Shi Ender came home, put a thumb like a flagpole and stretched it out in front of the three-year-old child and praised, Zaitian, you are really godly, rightly, as soon as I arrived at the town street, I met Tu Lengmu, just as you said, his left leg was injured, and he was still on crutches.

This has a bit of a smack of losing a horse and a blessing in disguise. Isn't it a good thing that Tu Leng hurt his leg and is inconvenient to be a robber again, so he will no longer sneak around? Shi Zaitian said while watching his father nod, and he continued to say that if he didn't hurt his leg by applying cold muscles this time, he would definitely be guilty of stealing next time.

What taboos to commit? Shi Ende picked him up excitedly and asked.

If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself! Shi Zaitian spoke like an adult, his round baby face suddenly became cold, and then said, what taboo did he commit? If he hadn't broken his leg, he would have been caught and beaten to the point that he vomited feces from his mouth, and then died of anger.

Is it so scary? Shi Ende asked.

This is the result of his own feelings. The reason why he escaped this catastrophe was because his father had done some good deeds to repair bridges and roads when he was in good health, and he had accumulated good deeds to resolve his capital crime, but the living crime still existed, so he happened to hit the entrance of the door and window where I sprayed the rune water, so he fell and injured his leg. Shi Zaitian told the cause and effect relationship about the matter of applying cold muscles, not like a child, and looked like a child.

Shi Ende is proud, thinking that he is not holding an ordinary child, but a prodigy who is hard to find. He was so happy that he spun around Shi Zaitian, who was holding him in his arms, and then put it down, saying, Zaitian, can Tu Leng's muscle fall and hurt his leg?

Dad, didn't you ask? Unless he comes to me. Shi Zaitian still said the same thing.

Shi Ende was silent for a moment. He looked down at the three-year-old, but he felt that he was as old as a thirty-year-old. He only said one sentence, in the field, for the father, I have to rely on you. Shi Zaitian said "um", and ran to the threshing field to play with his friends, showing his innocent side as a child.

At this moment, a thick cloud in the sky was dispersed by the heavenly wind, revealing a crystal and blue sky, and the sunlight was like a colored pen, and everything in the fairy cave village was painted with warm tones.

It should be said that Shi Ende is a good person after all, and others are like their namesa, always showing kindness to others or repaying virtue with resentment. At this time, he always wanted to help a gang of people who attempted to steal from his house but broke the Tu Leng muscle in his left leg, and he always felt that Tu Leng muscle was pitiful, and his ears seemed to be haunting rumors about him from people outside the village, saying that his mother was mentally ill, and not long after giving birth to him, it was the middle of winter, and the snow was full of snow.

The mother, who had been holding the stubled skin in swaddling clothes, had a nervous heart, and actually opened the door and put the baby on the snow, and was found by the father, who was so cold that he was shrunk into a ball, his muscles were cold and purple, and he couldn't cry loudly. If the father had been too late, the baby would have frozen to death.

The father blamed the nervous mother, only complained that he didn't notice it in advance, and he couldn't help but say that he would take the baby to the town health center for treatment.

When the doctor was prescribing, he asked the little man what his name was, and he said that he had not yet named it. I thought of the scene when the baby was thrown on the snow and the body was so cold that three words suddenly came out: Doctor, my surname is Tu, and my family is called Tu Lengji!

So, the doctor wrote the name of the cold skin on the prescription. …… Later, Tu Leng's skin grew up, because his family was poor, he almost ate the last meal without the next meal, so he was sneaky since he was a child, and he could only eat secretly to fill his stomach, and over time he formed a bad habit that could not be reversed.

Shi Ende felt that he was hateful and pitiful, and now that he had broken his left leg, he was even more pitiful, and he still wanted his own supernatural child to save him.

This thought came together, and somehow, Shi Zaitian knew it. He was playing a game of catching stones with a child. Suddenly stopped, ran to Shi Ende and said, Dad, you want me to help apply cold muscles, now is not the time, he will not listen.

Is it? Shi Ende asked, and another thought arose in his heart: I don't listen to you, anyway, you can cure the poor Tu Leng muscle, I will go to him now, ask him to come to you, I hope his leg will be better soon. Shi Ende didn't say this idea, but went directly to the neighboring village to find Tu Lengmu, who was lame in his left leg and walking with a cane, and said with a smile, Leng Muscle, do you want your legs and feet to be good?

Why not? Tu Lengyu said, bent down slightly, lifted the trouser tube of his left leg, from the knee to the ankle area was swollen, and the skin was black. He let Shi Ende see it, raised his face, and said with a wry smile, Do you have a way to cure me?

I can't help it. But there's a three-year-old kid who can help you, and I think healed. Shi Ender affirmed.

Tu Lengmu's head kept rubbing, and he stomped on the ground with a cane and said, how is it possible? I was not cured in the town health center, and I was about to ask my grandfather to sell the bacon at home for the New Year to make up the money, and go to Qianshan County Hospital to find a highly skilled orthopedic surgeon. Don't make this kind of joke in the future, laugh at people in front of people, after falling behind, my leg is injured, you laugh at me like this, it is difficult to guarantee that your leg may fall one day, or even hurt worse.

I'm not coaxing you, let alone laughing at you, you don't believe it's okay, but you have to remember what I said, your leg injury to the county hospital, or even the provincial hospital, the national hospital is cured, if it can't be cured, you still come to me, I will introduce you to a three-year-old child to treat you.

Shi Ende, who had said this, didn't look at Tu Leng's conceivable expression of frustration and loneliness, and actually left. On the way back, I was still thinking: what my three-year-old child said is really good, and now is not the time to save the cold skin.

One morning a month later, Shi Ende heard someone knocking on the door, and the sound of crutches rubbing the ground, followed by a moaning voice, Uncle Ende, do something good, do you say which three-year-old child can treat my leg injury, is it true?

Shi Ende didn't answer, and was about to wake up Shi Zaitian, who was still asleep at the end of the bed, but Shi Zaitian got up and said, Dad, don't care, let me open the door. I knew it was the cold skin that came to my door.

Yes, it was indeed a cold muscle outside the door, and he was repeating his moaning cry, and adding some irritability, for there was no echo in the room, and he struck the cane with a loud noise, and startled the sparrows that were chirping and singing morning songs on the eaves.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming, and then the door opened, and what appeared in front of Tu Lengmu was a smiling child, whose height hit Tu Lengmu's waist. The child said to Tu Lengji, Uncle Tu, don't be anxious if you find someone to treat your leg injury.

Are you Uncle Ender's son? Tu Lengmu, who asked this, saw the child nodding and said, Your father said that there is a three-year-old child who can treat a leg injury with me, I don't know if it's true or not. Is your dad home?

You don't care if my dad is at home or not, I'm the three-year-old kid who is willing to treat your leg injury with you, my name is Shi Zaitian, you just call me in Tian. Shi Zaitian said, and waved his hand to signal Tu Lengji to enter the room and sit. Tu Lengmu stood still, looked at the child with suspicious eyes and asked, what medicine do you use to treat me?

I can cure you with my heart medicine, but you have to cooperate. Shi Zaitian said.

What kind of medicine is heart medicine? Tu Lengyu asked strangely, because he had grown to dozens of years old, and it was the first time he had heard this child say that he could use medicine to cure diseases.

Come in and sit! I'll tell you. Shi Zaitian waved his hand again and said, and invited him to sit in the hall, he came in and did not sit, but bent down and lifted the big trouser bucket on the left, revealing a swollen green leg rod that was about to fester, and then raised his head and asked, what kind of heart medicine do you use?

Before Shi Zaitian could reply, Shi Ende came out of the room and grabbed Bai, Leng Skin, just listen to my family in Tian, he will tell you.

Good! Tu Lengmu said, letting go of the big trouser bucket to cover the ugly leg pole.

At this time, Yang Liuqing brewed a cup of hot tea and sent it, and politely said, please use tea.

Tu Lengyu stretched out a hand to take the tea, didn't drink it, and was about to put it aside, suddenly, the hand holding the teacup was pushed by something, good guy, the cup fell to the ground, and boiling water was splashed on Tu Lengmu's right leg, which made him scream. Then he bowed slightly and pulled up his trousers, and his legs were red.

Yang Liuqing apologized again and again, sorry.

Can't blame you. It's that I didn't pick up the tea, it's my bad luck, and this right leg is good, but it's scalded by the hot tea. But it doesn't matter, my flesh is old, and it won't burn. In this way, I don't mean to blame others.

That's the best of the bad, Schund said, and it's even worse if the cup of tea spills on your festering left leg.