Yu Wuxian paced into the backyard, came to the front of the room where the cry came from, and stared through the window at the figure who was kneeling on the ground and praying to the Buddha.
"Mother-in-law, you've been pretending to be crazy for so many years, and suddenly it's normal, and I'm not used to it."
His voice was high-pitched, with a high tail note, and he looked like he was desperately trying to imitate human speech, but he always lacked a little heat.
Old Mrs.
Yu was frightened by this sharp voice, and turned around tremblingly, her cloudy eyes were filled with fear without a trace, "You're back, you're still back."
Yu Wuxian raised the corner of his mouth, "I know you have long wanted to get together with that dead old man, do me another favor, and I will fulfill your thoughts." ” Uncle Qi pushed the four-wheeled bicycle crookedly, and several times the wheels got stuck in the cracks in the ground, and he had to use all his "strength" to pull the car out and move on.
Jiang Xixi walked aside, almost forgetting that he was already a dead man several times, and reached out to help, but as soon as she saw Uncle Qi's iron-blue expressionless face and smelled the faint stench emanating from his body, she slowly retracted her outstretched hand.
Yes, how can she help those mice, today may be her own death, so before she dies, at least she can't make them feel better.
She turned her gaze to Yu Wuxian, who was sitting on the four-wheeled car, and he didn't speak all the way, no, it should be said that he didn't say a word since she arrived at Yu's mansion this morning, just nodded and agreed with the lie she made up, and then asked Uncle Qi to push himself out with her.
The scorching sun was in the sky, and the scorching sun forced all the people in Tamsui Town out, desperately stretching their singing voices in the branches and grass.
But on the whole street, there was not even a single person to take advantage of the shade, except for the three of them, this main street was empty, and the townspeople had been frightened by the sudden epidemic, and they all hid at home and did not dare to go out, for fear that they would be the next person to be crushed.
The Nanzhou River was in front of her, and Jiang Xixi cleared her throat, "I also had a whim, thinking that if the land route is blocked, maybe I can try the waterway," she pointed to the river, "If you can find a good boat, let Uncle Qi take a boat out, and buy the honey locusts back, maybe you can save the lives of the townspeople, I don't know if this method is feasible?"
” Fan Qing saw that the three of them were walking away, so she lightly pushed open the door of Yu's mansion, at first she shrank at the door, cautiously looked inside, and found that there were no rats in the courtyard, so she flashed in and ran towards the backyard with a familiar way.
She came to the outside of Mrs.
Yu's house, and saw a rickety figure sitting on the bed through the window paper, so she breathed a sigh of relief and slapped the door a few times, "Mother-in-law, I'm Fan Qing, can I come in?"
” There was a "plop" in the house, and it turned out that the old lady Yu was so excited that she fell off the bed and crawled towards the door with her hands propped up, "Xiaoqing, you're here, great, I have something to tell you, come in quickly." ” Fan Qing hurriedly entered the house to help her up, and put her hand on the old lady's shriveled chest to help her calm down, "Don't worry, he won't be hurt for a while, and he won't come back for a while, so if you have anything to say, talk slowly." ” Old Lady Yu grabbed Fan Qing's sleeve, and her cloudy eyes were covered with a layer of mist, "My grandson, he is not a person, he is not a person." ” Everyone in the town knew that the innocent was cut out of a horse skin, so everyone thought he was the child of the silkworm god, and at first, the old man and I thought so too, so we did our best to take care of him, not only because he was born a poor child, but also because he was the only blood and blood that Xiaocui left to the Yu family.
Growing up a little bit without injury, he is very smart, seeing the old man settling accounts, he can always find the mistakes in the first time, everyone says that the abacus does not have his brain, and he must be a good material for doing business when he grows up.
However, intelligent people are often more perceptible to what others think of them, especially those with bad intentions.
At first, he always asked the lord why everyone else had legs, but he didn't, and the master said that there are thousands of people in the world, but none of them are exactly the same, so he is not special.
But other people will not all be as accessible as the master, and they will not have too much tolerance and kindness towards a person who is not related by blood.
Hurt is often bullied outside, and is given some insulting nicknames by those children, every time he goes home, he is very sad, but his childlike heart is still intact, he will still be attracted to them, and always want to integrate into them, so every time people push him outside to watch others play.
If it hadn't happened later, he would have been just an ill-fated child in the eyes of me and my lord, but that rainy and hazy night made me realize for the first time that my grandson is really different from others, not his body, but his soul, and there seems to be another person living in his body.
That day, the uninjured car was snatched away by the urchins, and he climbed for an hour before returning home.
When he got home, he shut himself up in his room and did not come out for several hours.
Towards evening, the servants broke down the door and found him lying on the ground, with a hole in his head, drenched in blood.
The lord found the boys who bullied the innocent that night, and taught them a good lesson, but the matter did not end here, that night, the lord and I saw the true face of our grandson for the first time, and the lord lost his life because of it.
I slept very unsteadily that day, and suffered such an insult for no reason, I felt very uncomfortable, like a big stone blocked, always thinking about his unpredictable future, and feeling more and more sorry for him, crying in the bed for half a night before falling asleep in a daze.
In the middle of the night, I was woken up by the old man, who said that he seemed to see Wuxian walking past the door and went in the direction of the silkworm room.
I thought that the old man had hysteria, no injuries and no legs, how could he "walk" to the silkworm room.
But the old man insisted that it was him, so I had to go out with him and chase him.
We really saw him all the way to the door of the Jamsil, he was dressed in white, with a hood on his head, standing in the Jamsil with his back to us.
I just wanted to call his name, but I heard a rustling sound from inside, and I looked far away, and found that the rats in the silkworm room were crowded, and the black pressure was pressed, and countless rats were squatting on the tray, frantically devouring the silkworms that had not yet formed cocoons.
I was about to scream, but the old man gagged me, and following the direction of his finger, I saw the source of the rats, all of them, crawling out of the uninjured clothes.