As the sun sets, the sky sets a touch of afterglow, stretching the little figure very long.

Hu Xiaocao was almost crushed by the back basket behind him, in addition to pigweed, there was firewood in it.

She staggered along the mountain road, holding a piece of dead tree branch in her left hand to act as a crutch, and from time to time she pushed away the vines or plants that stood in front of her.

She looked around carefully, and still held a drawing in her right hand, and by the faint moonlight, she carefully compared it from time to time, as if she was looking for something.

The drawing shows a plant, a bit like an epiphany.

"Grandpa Wu, who treated my mother, said that he had to find this herb that blooms at night, but he didn't see it for a long time......

Hu Xiaocao said to himself, the mountain road is difficult, and it is night, the light is dim and unclear, and he stumbles all the way.

Even on his hands and feet, there were countless tiny scars, all of which were scratched by those sharp and thorny plants.

Hu Xiaocao seemed to be unable to perceive the pain, his eyes were focused, and he didn't notice that his clothes accidentally hooked the branch next to him.

"Thorn-"

In the silence of the night, the sound of the cloth tearing is particularly distinct.

Seeing that the sleeve was cut out of a huge hole by the branch next to it, Hu Xiaocao couldn't help but show a distressed look, "I'm going to mend my clothes again when I go back." ”

Hu Xiaocao couldn't help but sigh, a little discouraged.

"I don't know where the herbs that Grandpa Wu said will bloom at night are.....

The mountains and forests at night are completely different from those during the day, as if they have changed their appearance, and everything has two sides, yin and yang, without exception.

During the day, it is lush and green, but at night, everything is soaked in the thick ink of the night, and the outlines of the tall trees gradually become blurred.

Like a strange shadow lurking in the dark, ready to wait for the opportunity to move, staring at Hu Xiaocao below.

No matter how precocious Rao is, he is only a half-old child.

A chill hit Hu Xiaocao's back, and she suddenly thought of the stories of various mountain spirits and monsters that the old man in the village had told her before.

If you don't obey, the spirits in the mountains will take you away! They love to catch crying children.....

Words like these were actually meant to scare children and make them quiet and obedient.

But at this time, the environment is adding the location, Hu Xiaocao is already thin, and the mountain breeze at night is together, as if someone is blowing cold air on the back of his neck.

The shadows of the surrounding trees swayed and swayed, as if clapping their hands again, and the shadows were full of ghosts.

Hu Xiaocao couldn't help but shudder, and retreated in his heart, "Forget it, or I'd better go back." ”

As soon as this thought came to mind, Hu Xiaocao remembered the scene of her mother's lingering sickbed, and her heart suddenly gave birth to infinite courage.

She subconsciously clenched her little fists, her eyes full of determination.

"No! I'm going to find herbs that bloom at night and bring them back to my mother so that she can get better quickly and don't have to drink those bad smelling medicines anymore. ”

Hu Xiaocao looked at the bright moon above his head, folded his hands and bowed.

"Xiaocao is so well-behaved, so obedient, Grandpa Mountain God, you will definitely bless me, right, Grandpa Mountain God, if you don't speak, Xiaocao will mean that you will acquiesce!"

Under the illumination of the silver light, Hu Xiaocao took a firm step, and his small body held up all the burdens of life.

……

On the other side, in the southeast of Longyuan Village, in the most corner, there is a dilapidated thatched hut.

The exterior of the house is dilapidated, and it can be said that it is ventilated on all sides, and even the windows are covered with paper, as if they will fall down when the wind blows.

The bean-sized candle flame in the house barely illuminated the surrounding environment, except for a broken bed, there were a few chairs with missing feet, and a few broken bowls were also piled on the ground.

There is nothing else superfluous, it can be said that there are four walls of home.

The room was filled with a strong smell of medicine, and there was a brown crockpot simmering next to it, and the smell of medicine was coming from it.

The pale woman struggled to get up from the bed and leaned against the threshold to look around, her expression full of worry.

"Xiaocao didn't say to cut pigweed, why hasn't he come back yet, something should happen."

"Ahem! No, I've got to go check ......"

The woman was holding a cane, and as soon as she went out, she ran into Wu Yuan.

Wu Yuan looked at the woman and frowned, "Big sister, why did you come out?" Didn't you say that your body should lie down in bed and rest well? ”

Wu Yuan had learned some medical skills from a barefoot doctor in his early years, and he was quite a bit of a skill, and anyone in the village who had a headache and brain fever would come to him.

"Uncle Wu—"

"Ahem, ahem!"

As soon as the woman opened her mouth, she didn't know if it was poured with cold wind, and a violent coughing sound burst out of her throat, as if all her internal organs were about to cough out.

Wu Yuan hurriedly helped the person into the house, and poured a bowl of medicine from the crockpot for the woman, the brown juice was viscous and smelly.

The woman drank it without changing her face, obviously accustomed to it.

"I told you, your condition can't blow, if the condition worsens, I can't do anything."

After the woman drank it, she didn't cough so badly, but her face was still very bad.

She grabbed Wu Yuan's hand, her eyes were full of panic, skinny, like a layer of bones wrapped in flesh, and the green tendons on it came out.

"Uncle Wu, she is gone, she went out today to say that she was cutting pigweed, but she hasn't come back until now, so nothing will happen."

Wu Yuan didn't know what he thought, and his face changed suddenly, "Oops! Xiaocao won't go up the mountain. ”

"A few days ago, she pestered me and insisted on drawing my medicinal herbs, I just thought I was a child and was curious, and I didn't think about it so much, so I drew a ..... for her."

The name of the herb in traditional Chinese medicine is "evening primrose", which is a evening primrose plant of the willow leaf family, which blooms at dusk or in the evening, so it is named after it, and the petals and rhizomes can be used as medicine.

There is such an introduction in women's medicine, but evening primrose is relatively rare here, and Wu Yuan has no stock, so he can only replace it with others.

When the woman heard this, her eyes darkened, and she almost fainted, "You mean to say that Xiaocao went up the mountain to collect medicine for me?!" ”

Under the ups and downs of her heart, the woman's chest rose and fell violently, and her eyes were about to turn white.

Wu Yuan saw that the situation was not right, so he hurriedly pinched the person and poured another mouthful of medicine, and the woman was much better.

The woman's eyes were red, and she sobbed, "This, what can I do, the mountains are so dangerous, I only have one daughter, Xiaocao, if anything happens to her, I won't live....."

Wu Yuan comforted: "Big sister, don't worry, I'll take someone to find Xiaocao now, that girl is smart and clever, Jiren has her own natural appearance, and there will be nothing wrong." ”

"Then trouble you, Uncle Wu, we're causing you trouble again."

Wu Yuan waved his hand indifferently, "You can see what you said, everyone is from the township." ”

The woman nodded tearfully, silently praying for Xiaocao in her heart.