In a small restaurant.

"What does it mean, Mr. Wu, I don't understand."

Lao Jinmiao picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, pointed at it with chopsticks and said Miao's words.

Mr. Wu said: "He said that the child looked bad and had a dying aura, not like a teenager."

"impossible!"

I said don’t talk nonsense. How old is Xiaomi, how old is it?

After thinking about it, I asked again: "Master Wu, please ask me if he knows that something called Zhierjin should be some kind of medicine."

Mr. Wu hesitated and said, "This... I don't know how to say it in Miao language. How do you say it? Change to a simple word."

This is not easy to deal with. I said, Mr. Wu, you can speak gold in Miao language.

He nodded and said a word to Lao Jinmiao.

"uncle!"

"Look at me! Look at me!"

I gave a little finger in front of the old man.

"Gold! Finger! Finger! Finger! Finger! Finger! "

I kept hooking my little finger, hoping he could understand.

Mr. Wu curled his lips and said, "Stop gesture, I see that you want to be beaten, who can understand it?"

"Old Jinmiao said that although he couldn't see where the child's problem was, he might be able to give it a try."

As he spoke, Mr. Wu took a small black medicine bottle from the old man.

Mr. Wu handed me the bottle and said, "You go back first. After you go back, you secretly give the child the medicine in the bottle. She will sleep for a few hours after taking it. After she falls asleep, you use a cotton cloth to plug her ears, blindfold her eyes, and then take the person to the nursing home where we are preparing."

I said, "There are no side effects of this medicine? Also, why do we have to go to a nursing home? It may not be safe there."

"You have to go if you are not safe, unless you don't care about the child, you can't go because you need to use something. When Alan was alive, he put the things down on the bed. The Qimen skills in the world, we are not their own people, and you don't understand it, I don't understand it either. Just do it."

After thinking for a few minutes, I said okay, then I will go back first, and meet in the nursing home an hour later.

On the way back, I kept guessing that the white feathers in the hospital and the owls falling on the roof of the small building, these two things together easily remind people of the partridge woman in Changchun.

I called when I was about to arrive at Lao Qian's house.

"It's me, Yunfeng, have you eaten?"

There was a TV sound on the other side of the phone, and I heard Douyazi's screams.

"Yunfeng, I'll ask you, have you encountered any difficult problems?"

Without much hesitation, I said, "Yes, this matter is a long story, and I can't explain it clearly. My head is messy. I called you to ask if this generation of partridge wives in Changchun was the woman named Wen Yun, who was the previous generation of partridge wives, and who was the previous generation of partridge wives?"

“This question…”

He kept his head silent for a moment and said, "Wen Yun and Xiaolangtou had some personal relationships. The previous generation of partridge women didn't know it, but the previous generation should be Zhu Liankui's concubine surnamed Ye. She settled in Boston at that time."

"Boom, what you are talking about is the woman who killed Cheng Liansu with a bird? She is the previous generation of partridge women? Is it Grandma Wen Yun?"

"Well... I don't know something very well, but if you infer from the timeline, it's true."

"Is this partridge dead?" I asked.

"I don't know how many years have passed since I died. Yunfeng, if you encounter trouble, come back first."

"Okay, I know, Brother Yu has gone back?"

"I haven't come back, didn't he follow you?"

"I understand, then just keep your head like this. I'm contacting you if you have something to do."

It was so strange. It took several days in a row. Brother Yu Hong’s eyes and Luojia Mountain. The three of them disappeared out of thin air in Xianyang, without any news.

Thinking about the past two days, I returned to Lao Qian's house.

There was still a lot of popcorn left last time. Lao Qian’s daughter went to work, and Xiaomi sat alone on the sofa in the living room, eating popcorn and watching TV.

Secretly mixing the medicine powder given by Lao Jinmiao into the water, I sat on the sofa with two glasses of water.

The TV is played by a cartoon little confused god. The TV set of Lao Qian’s family is still black and white. When the TV is played, the screen always flashes. I don’t know what’s wrong.

"Come on, Xiaomi, you are not well yet, drink more hot water."

Xiaomi took the water cup and said, "I have eaten too much corn, and I am just thirsty, Brother Feng."

She drank a glass of water clean.

Seeing Xiaomi drinking water, I suddenly felt guilty.

The sound of a cartoon came from the TV: "Gold is confused and silver is confused, not as good as our old fool."

In less than ten minutes, Xiaomi fell asleep leaning against the sofa, and she was still holding a handful of corn flowers in her hand.

Looking at Xiaomi's weak body and thin side face, I sighed and slowly reached out to pick her up.

Lao Jinmiao said that she would take Xiaomi to the nursing home and use a cloth to block her ears and blindfold her eyes. I didn't do it, Xiaomi was in deep sleep. She could no longer see or hear, so why did she do that?

After waiting for a while with Xiaomi on my back, I reached out to stop a taxi.

The driver who runs the night shift is in his thirties, a big fat man with a look of vulgarity. He looked at the rearview mirror and smiled and said with a slutty smile: "Brother, you are very good at it. Which hotel can you go to? Can you take me with you?"

"Go to your mom's hotel, go to the Ginkgo Nursing Home."

The fat man was just a coward. Seeing me cursing with a dark face, he didn't dare to retaliate. He muttered in a low voice and drove.

The haze weather in Xianyang lasted for a while, and it was rare that the moon came out that night.

There are three days left before the fifteenth, and the moonlight is already very round in the sky. The moonlight shines on the road, and the flowers, plants and trees around the green belt are a little white.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of noise from the roof of the car, and two cooing sounds.

The fat driver slowed down and scolded: "Damn it! What a ghost bird hit me in the car! It's so fucking unlucky to run the night shift!"

I looked up at the roof of the car and my face turned pale.

"Don't stop!"

"Continue to open! Go to the nursing home!"

"Brother, don't you have to be so anxious, right? You know you are in a hurry to do a good job, but a bird hit the roof of the car! You see, the hairs are falling off, you can't let me sweep it."

"I fucking let you drive it!"

"Don't stop! Do you understand?"

"well....."

After more than ten minutes, I arrived at the nursing home.

I threw down fifty dollars, carried Xiaomi and closed the car door.

There were a few feathers on the roof of the taxi and a small stall of blood. I didn’t see the corpse of the bird that was hit and killed. Maybe I had fallen on the way.

Late at night, the elderly in the nursing home were lying early, and the whole building was pitch black and silent. Only the lights were on in a room on the second floor. It was the house where Mr. Wu lived.

I thought I was upstairs, but I didn't expect to see them as soon as I entered the yard.

There is a table in the middle of the yard, and a white porcelain jar is placed on the table, with the mouth of the jar wrapped in yellow cloth, which looks like an urn.

After a closer look, I saw a piece of paper pressing under the urn. The paper was yellow in color, not ordinary paper. I have seen this paper before, which was contained in Liu Lan's mother-in-law's box, and said it was a piece of paper.

Lao Jinmiao changed into traditional Miao costumes in navy blue. He had a whistle hanging on his chest with a rope and a square felt hat on his head.

As the white moonlight spread, Lao Jinmiao looked frosty and began to walk around the urn on the table.

Every time he walked around, he would pick up the whistle on his chest and blew it. After walking three times, he accelerated his speed. He took a big step, stopped and stopped, clapped his hands and stomped his feet, and was like the dance master in the Northeast region.

After finishing the last move, Mr. Wu picked up the urn with both hands.

He bent down and bowed, and bowed to Lao Jinmiao.

A cool breeze blew into the yard, and the piece of paper pressed on the urn was blown to the ground by the wind and happened to float to my feet.

I looked down.

I don’t know if it was because of the moonlight, but I vaguely saw an old lady’s face on the paper.

The nose and eyes are blurred.

But what do I think...
Chapter completed!