Chapter 1960
Chapter 1959
Xia Yuanqiu led Zhu Yan to carry his grandfather directly into his room, took out the needle bag skillfully, and performed acupuncture points for his grandfather. Seeing the acupuncture technique, Aunt Zhuang almost recognized that Xia Yuanqiu was Xiao Yuan. To make up a lie, one can put a story heard from another person on one's own head, insisting that it is one's own story, but this kind of ancestral skill needs to be practiced since childhood, it is not simple Imitation can do it.
Since Xiao Yuan's accident, the old man has never taught anyone the Jiuyin Jiuyang acupuncture technique. It can be said that if the old man leaves this world, no one will know this wonderful acupuncture technique.
"Are you really Xiao Yuan? Are you really Xiao Yuan?" Aunt Zhuang's hands trembled slightly, and tears shed involuntarily in her eyes. Xiao Yuan was the child she raised with her own hands, and her affection for Xiao Yuan was no less than that of the old man.
Xia Yuanqiu pulled out the needle, turned around, looked at Aunt Zhuang in front of him, and said word by word: "There is yin in the yin, and there is yang in the yang. , the yang of the sky, the yin of the yang. From the night until the cock crows, the yin of the sky, the yin of the yin—”
After reading this, Aunt Zhuang no longer has any doubts about her identity. These are all the formulas she has memorized since she was a child. This is one of the formulas in the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Acupuncture, although she can't understand it. , but knew that this was Xiao Yuan, and only Xiao Yuan would recite this mantra in front of her.
Aunt Zhuang cried and hugged Xia Yuanqiu, tears rolling down, crying and laughing at the same time, like crazy: "Since you are not dead, why don't you go home? Do you know how we have endured these three years?" Did you come here?"
Xia Yuanqiu also just shed tears, unable to utter a word, buried her face in Aunt Zhuang's chest, took a deep breath of the familiar smell, tears wet the thin clothes.
"Xiaoyuan? Where are you, Xiaoyuan? Xiaoyuan—come back soon, grandpa can't live without you, can't live without you—Xiaoyuan, my Xiaoyuan—"
The old man was sleeping, with tears falling from the corners of his eyes, his brows were furrowed, and he kept talking in his sleep.
She rushed to her grandfather's bed, reached out and grabbed his hand: "Grandpa, I'm back, Xiao Yuan is back, Grandpa, wake up, open your eyes and look at me, I'm back!"
Xu Shi heard Xia Yuanqiu's response, and the sleeping master fell into a deep sleep again, and stopped talking in his sleep.
Xia Yuanqiu turned to Aunt Zhuang and said, "Is grandpa always like this?"
Aunt Zhuang wiped her tears and nodded: "Since you had an accident three years ago, he hasn't had a good night's sleep, his hair turned white almost overnight, and he would talk in his sleep and call your name when he fell asleep. Father's name, when he was awake, he stared at the photos of you father and daughter in a daze, and occasionally talked, it's really pitiful—" Aunt Zhuang said, tears streaming down again involuntarily.
An old man, eighty years old, first lost his son, and then his only granddaughter also left him, twice. How can he bear it?
Xia Yuanqiu lay on the bedside, his shoulders shrugged, and a sob came out of his throat, trying to hold back, but he couldn't help it.
The old man slept soundly this time, and he didn't wake up until night fell. When he went downstairs, he saw Aunt Zhuang cleaning up the dishes, and there were three sets of dishes on the table. He asked puzzledly, "Who is here?" ?”
Aunt Zhuang said with a smile: "Old man, you have to help me, and I have some great news for you!"