Yang Zhen is sick, and he is not lightly ill, when he first returned to his home, he felt extremely lost, and his head was still a mess, he didn't know how much opportunity he had lost, and he didn't know the reason for his inexplicable headless soul out of body, only knew that his consciousness was just in contact with the beauty of the moment of that great power, and the way of heaven pulled his realm level too high in an instant, and the kind of vision that knew everything in the world and everything as a dog made him deeply infatuated, and the huge gap in reality completely made him unable to afford it, and all the feelings in reality were rejected from the heart。

He collapsed directly on his bed, and his mother didn't want to respond when he called him to eat. He didn't know if this was good or not, and he didn't want to come into contact with the ordinary emotions, touch, and five senses of this kind of human world.

His father was an ordinary person, and his observation was not keen, and he did not notice Yang Zhen's mental abnormality, and his mother said to leave some food for Zhen'er to heat in the pot.

Father Yang Qihou saw that his son fell asleep as soon as he came back, and muttered there: "At the beginning, I didn't approve of letting him go to his uncle to practice some messy things, who is uncle, everyone knows that he used to do some things outside to add blood, follow him to learn what future he has, and when he grows up, he will follow his uncle's old path, and when the time comes, it is not necessary to involve us in causing trouble outside." ”

Yang Zhen's mother said unhappily: "Zhen'er was very active when she was a child, what does it matter if you practice with your uncle, when you encounter trouble outside, you are not afraid of suffering." ”

The father was impatient: "Yes, yes, if you don't study hard, you will be out of trouble all day long, you see, you don't say hello when you come back, who knows what he has done in the past two days, shouldn't my uncle take him to step on it."

"Li Huan's family occupies our family's ridge, you don't dare to say, Li Huan's father has occupied a good place for our cattle to graze for a long time, why don't you come back, you don't see anything at home, just don't dare to walk at night like you!"

"What do you know about the Taoist family, what's wrong with the villagers digging a little ridge in the village, and they didn't dig into our fields, and whose cattle graze there and there is no rule on whose it is!"

As he spoke, he threw away the dishes and chopsticks, put his hands behind his back, and went out to find someone to make a home.

Yang Zhen's mother pouted, this person has to be annoyed at home, look down on anyone, can't look down on anyone, can't look at anyone who works, and she doesn't want to take more responsibility, and she doesn't allow any voice to refute at home, whether it's right or wrong.

Yang Zhen's mother still remembers that in the early years, there was a peach tree in the backyard of the house that was one or two decades old, the peaches were big and sweet, very delicious, one day she sent some to the neighbors around her on a whim, and his father lost his temper when he heard about it, saying that others knew that my peaches were delicious, and I thought about what to do every day, and often came to ask what to do, what to do when I was not at home to steal, and what to do when I took away the pigs at home?

The mother was speechless and whispered, "Peaches bear so many fruits every year, and I haven't eaten them all, Zhen'er likes to eat her own peaches so much, she can't eat one pot a day, what's wrong with giving a few to others!"

That night, the father carried an axe and cut down the peach tree, and the mother clearly remembered that the father of the child had to cut down such a big peach tree all night. The next morning, the boy and his father appeared in front of him in high spirits, as if he had done something very right.

I don't think about it, sometimes the more I think about it, the more extreme things become, and a little seed of unhappiness can trigger a long list of bad memories.

Yang Zhen's mother once saw a chicken soup article, as if it said that happy things are easy to be forgotten by memory, and sad and unhappy things will be remembered by the brain, Yang Zhen's mother thought deeply and remembered deeply.

Mother was not worried about Yang Zhen, came to Yang Zhen's room, at this time when the sky was not completely dark, Yang Zhen's room did not turn on the lights, the afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on Yang Zhen's body through the pane, the mother came in and was shocked in vain, but saw that Yang Zhen's face was red, his eyes were swollen, his eyelashes were still covered with pieces of yellow eye feces, his lips were dry, his mouth seemed to be moving but he couldn't hear the sound, his body trembled slightly, and he looked very painful, which was swinging.

The mother was greatly panicked when she saw it, Yang Zhen had never been sick since she was a child, and it was rare to cough. His physique has always been a source of pride for his mother, and when his mother stepped forward to touch his forehead, he felt hot without a trace of sweat. Hurriedly brought a towel soaked in cold water and covered Yang Zhen's forehead, the door was not closed, and he hurriedly ran to the village clinic.

Yang Zhen's mother urged the doctor to trot all the way to the room, and the doctor said to his mother suspiciously, "The temperature difference between the two days is not big, if you had a cold last night, you would have a fever during the day, why did you have a high fever at dusk, is it playing in the water during the day?"

Mother denied it, Yang Zhen didn't play in the water at all, but when she came back, she was a little sullen and very quiet. The doctor said: "Yang Zhen is usually very strong, what I know, that is, the child suffered a big blow during the day, and the resistance caused by the mental breakdown decreased, and the evil qi took advantage of the void to enter. ”

Then he said, "No, nothing big happened in your family." "Mother doesn't know what the temperature difference is, it's evil, she just urges the doctor to hurry up.

When the doctor spoke, he had prepared a fever-reducing injection, and the local doctor in the village had no ability to say anything, and in this case, it was nothing more than a fever-reducing injection and an anti-inflammatory injection, and if he didn't get better overnight, he could only let his family send him to the town health center.

When the doctor left, he explained: "It's best to help him sweat with a quilt, pay attention to cooling down his forehead, and call me if there is any emergency," This is a local method in the countryside, Yang Zhen's mother understands it, and her mother stayed by Yang Zhen's bedside like this, kept cooling his forehead with a cold towel, and added a bedding to him. If the doctor in the city was here, he would tell her that this method was wrong, and that people with high fever had to dissipate heat, not cover the quilt, and wipe all over the body with ice cubes wrapped in a cold towel to cool down.

It wasn't until Yang Zhen's father came back that his mother found that Yang Zhen was a little better, he didn't play a pendulum, and the expression on his face gradually stabilized, and his mother tried Yang Zhen's mouth and nose with her hand, and the exhaled breath was still very hot. The mother was a little worried, and there was no other way for a while, but to urge the child's father to go to the doctor again to report the situation and see if it mattered. The father muttered: "The child is in good health, and he has already been injected and taken medicine, so there is nothing to do, let's talk about it tomorrow." It wasn't until my mother scolded that she picked up a flashlight and went to the doctor.