Mrs.
Yu hid in the quilt, her head covered with a layer of hot sweat, but her body was still cold, she shivered one after another, sniffing the turbid air in the quilt, as if she was afraid that the sound of her breathing would alarm something hiding in the dark.
The light outside the quilt gradually turned white, and dawn finally arrived.
The door was pushed open, and the maid Shiyu walked in from the outside with a copper basin for washing, and saw that Mrs.
Yu wrapped herself tightly, like a silkworm cocoon, she quickly put the basin on the ground, walked to the bed and sat down, "Old lady, what's wrong with you, are you uncomfortable?"
” When her hand touched the quilt, she felt the thin body inside tremble suddenly, so she hurriedly pulled the quilt away and touched the forehead of Mrs.
Yu, "Old lady, you are sweating so much, why are you still wrapped in the quilt, come out quickly, I will serve you to freshen up." ” Old Lady Yu grabbed the edge of the quilt with both hands, and only exposed a pair of old cloudy eyes, "Last night, did that thing come again?"
” Shi Yu was stunned, she thought that the old lady was sleeping soundly, she didn't know what happened yesterday, who thought, she saw everything in her eyes.
"It's just a few mice, the silkworms have bitten, it's not a big deal, early this morning, the boy went to buy silkworms elsewhere, it won't affect this year's silkworms, you can rest assured."
As he spoke, Shi Yu helped Mrs.
Yu up, sat down on the bed, walked to the edge of the copper basin, dipped a towel in hot water, and squatted on the side of the bed to help her wipe her hands.
Holding the wrinkled hand, Shi Yu felt that something was wrong, the hand was still trembling, and it took a lot of effort for her to hold it in the palm of her hand.
"Old lady, are you sick?
Would you like to ask a doctor to take a look at it for you?
” Shi Yu looked up, but found that Mrs.
Yu was staring at her, and two figures were reflected in her cloudy eyes, "It's not a mouse, it's it and it's coming again." ” "It?"
Shi Yu sat down on the edge of the bed, and gently rubbed the back of Old Lady Yu's icicle-like hand with both hands, "Old lady, what is it?"
” Old Lady Yu's eyes moved, and she suddenly smiled lightly at Shi Yu, her skin and flesh did not move, making her back feel cold, "Silkworms, silkworms." ” "Silkworm Fish" Shi Yu just wanted to ask again, but there was a slight snoring sound in his ears, and Mrs.
Yu's head hung down to her shoulders, and she was already asleep, and the breath exhaled from the tip of her nose blew a trace of white hair in front of her forehead constantly floating and falling.
At the same time, Yu Wuxian's voice came in from outside the door, "Isn't my mother-in-law awake yet?"
” Shi Yu turned his head and saw him sitting in the four-wheeled car, looking inside worriedly.
"I woke up, but I fell asleep again, I think it was too messy last night, and I didn't rest well, but young master, the old lady is not in good spirits, do you want to find a doctor to take a look."
Yu Wuxian hurriedly ordered Uncle Qi to push himself into the house, he sorted out the messy hair on the old lady's head, and then looked back at Uncle Qi, "You go and invite all the doctors in the town in a while, and help your mother-in-law to diagnose and treat it, don't delay." ” Uncle Qi agreed to go out, Shi Yu carefully laid Mrs.
Yu's body flat on the bed, but said with a smile in her mouth, "Young master, you are too fussful, I think the old lady is frightened, it's not a big deal." ” Yu Wuxian took the old hand, and his eyes covered her face gently, "I am just this one relative, how can I not be careful about everything." ” As he was talking, there was a light knock on the door twice, and a little guy walked in, he looked a little hesitant, and after a while, he finally made up his mind and lay on Yu Wuxian's ear, "Young master, I went to the pawn shop this morning and found the bracelet you gave to Miss Fan Qing." ” As soon as he walked into the tea garden, the fragrance of tea came to his nose, Jiang Xixi took a few sips of the fragrance of tea, and felt that the strength of his body was back.
The tender green sprouts, one by one, each mountain bag is covered with fine and dense green leaves, and the appropriate shade of green is gratifying to look at.
Jiang Xixi had never been to the tea garden yet, and her heart was high, like a little bird, plunging headlong into this emerald green ocean She walked all over the mountains, picking a few young leaves from time to time and chewing them in her mouth, the sweetness of the tea overflowed her mouth, and her heart became light, leaving all her troubles behind for the time being.
There was a camellia in front of her, white and tender, crisp, and seemed to be beckoning to her, Jiang Xixi ran towards it, bent down to pick the flower, and gently inserted it into her sideburns.
After taking it, she immediately ripped it off and held it tightly in the palm of her hand: if an adult saw it, he would definitely laugh at me, and he would definitely say that he regretted growing up and liked hairpins.
Just when she was immersed in her thoughts, she caught a cold glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye, it was lying low, shuttling under the dense tea tree, on the white hair on its chest, there was a large thrilling bloodstain, the blood seemed to have dried up, sticking the thick hair into a handful, the blood clot turned dark red, taking advantage of the tender green tea leaves, it looked particularly eye-catching.
Cat.
Jiang Xixi crossed the word in her mind, no, it was not an ordinary cat, it was clearly the white cat she buried by the river last night.
However, it was dead last night, how could it be in this tea garden.
Another thought followed: every household in Tamsui Town had cats, and it was not uncommon for several to look similar, and perhaps this one was also injured, so it looked exactly like the cat he buried.
However, despite this thought, her body did not accept the instructions of the brain, and her cat lowered her body and followed in the direction where the white cat had left.
The white cat walked in front, she followed behind, the tea tree was so dense that she couldn't see it clearly, she could only see a faint white, but she could hear the sound of its body passing through the bushes.
It walked steadily, as if it was patrolling its territory.
Jiang Xixi carried a heart, because she became more and more convinced that this cat was the white cat that she buried by the river last night, because there was a small tuft of black hair on the tip of its tail, like a small flame, and this characteristic was exactly the same as that of the white cat.
After walking for half an hour, there was suddenly no movement in the grass, and she saw the white cat stop, leaning down and crouching under the tea tree.
Jiang Xixi also stopped, she stared at the white ball in the bushes, and suddenly felt that her throat was very dry, the fire was burning, and her heart seemed to be lit with a fire, running all over her body along the blood, burning every pore on her skin.
The spring breeze sent the sound of conversation not far away into Jiang Xixi's ears, and the voice was somewhat familiar, as if it was an acquaintance.
She raised her head and saw two figures standing in the tea grove in front of her, arguing fiercely over something.