"Ahem......"

A stinging pain in his chest and a sour throat. Wang Hengxiao opened his eyes and coughed violently, stretched out his palm to cover the corner of his mouth. He didn't know how long it had been since he got sick. It seemed that when he started practicing health boxing and Chinese martial arts since he was sick, he had never been sick. Then he studied Chinese medicine when he was in college, and he knew his body well and it was even more impossible for him to get sick.

Wang Hengxiao even joked with her classmates that she might not get sick until she dies, but would only die due to aging of her body functions. [The latest updates are all in search.]

But now, Wang Hengxiao knew that he was sick, his chest was stuffy and tingling, as if it was coming from his lungs. Such a disease could not happen overnight.

Sudden……

Wang Hengxiao was stunned, widened his eyes, stretched out his arms, stretched out his tender white hands to his eyes, looked carefully, and repeated in his heart: Is this my hand?

This is clearly a child's hand.

"Skip your baby..."

An old and powerful sound came from outside, and then a wooden door was pulled back, making a squeak, and a thin figure walked in.

Wang Hengxiao widened his eyes and looked at the person walking in.

This person is so familiar, much younger than he remembers. This is his grandfather... I vaguely remember this face in my memory, but I have never seen it again since I was six years old. I just occasionally saw it from photos brought back by relatives, and I can also see the years urging people to grow old.

"Isn't this a cough?"

Grandpa sat on the edge of the bed, stroked Wang Hengxiao's forehead, and asked softly.

Instinctively, Wang Hengxiao shook his head, but didn't say anything, his eyes widened, just looking at his grandfather.

"Then this medicine is still useful. I'll call your grandma to make another bowl for you and drink it again when Ha'er..."

As my grandfather said, she got up and walked out, shouting at the door: "His grandma, boil another set of medicine prescribed by Liu Crook, and let the baby drink it and feel comfortable..."

"You have to..."

I could vaguely hear my grandmother's voice, and then some noise came from the kitchen. I thought my grandmother was making a fire and boiling medicine.

Wang Hengxiao didn't say anything, watching her grandparents start to be busy boiling medicine for herself... she turned to look at the house she was in again: the light was dark, but she could also see that the house was very old, with a few polished bamboo chairs, a dark wooden table, two old wooden cabinets, and a few paintings hanging on the walls, including Grandpa Mao and Grandpa Zhu... A few straws stretched out from the beams of the house... This is my hometown Sichuan...

This is my hometown in Sichuan grandma’s house!

Wang Hengxiao determined where he was, and he returned to the age of six.

"Is this the rebirth of fantasy of those novelists on the Internet?"

Even if he was dreaming, Wang Hengxiao would not have thought that such a thing would happen to him. But now it really happened. He returned from twenty-eight to six years old, and back to the year when he was sick in his hometown Sichuan when he was a child.

Holding the coughing feeling in his throat, Wang Hengxiao sat up with his weak body, took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. His previous life was because of the serious illness when he was a child, which changed Wang Hengxiao's life. He originally wanted to go to school in his hometown, but because of illness, he returned to Xinjiang to study in his school. This was a huge change. At the same time, Wang Hengxiao also developed a huge interest in health care and medicine, and then was admitted to medical school to study Chinese medicine.

It almost changed his life trajectory.

"I remember when I was a child, I had lung disease. I was sick for half a year, and then I slowly controlled my condition. This year my father came back to my hometown and took me back to Xinjiang... From now on... I never went back to my hometown... I never met my grandparents..."

Wang Hengxiao recalled her childhood experience. Her experience in her hometown was very simple. She went to school for two months, then she became ill for nearly half a year and spent her time taking injections and taking medicine.

But here, Wang Hengxiao also met his first master, or the first teacher who led him into the field of medical skills.

It was very young at that time, but I remembered the things that had a profound impact very clearly.

For example, when I was fighting with Tan Erwa at school for the first time, I beat the boy into the quagmire. When the aunt of the Tan family took Tan Erwa to her grandfather's house, she left after making a fuss for a while. Her grandfather did not scold herself, but just said that she should not suffer losses at school.

There is also Teacher Li from the school who takes good care of himself.

There is a big pear tree in front of my grandfather’s house...

Not far from my grandfather's house, there is a geese pond with many eels inside.

…………

Many complicated memories, but what I remember most clearly is the illness during this period of illness, and the later Master Li who lived on the back mountain of my grandfather's house, said to be Li Gongquan. Seeing that Wang Hengxiao was weak and sick, he taught him several sets of health boxing techniques and gave him a book about acupuncture.

"It's August now, and my father will come back in two months to take him back to Xinjiang."

Wang Hengxiao went to Xinjiang with her parents when she was two years old. When she was four and a half years old, she got sick after less than half a year of school. She has not recovered until now.

In my memory, when I returned to Xinjiang, I had constant Chinese medicine. It was not until I was about ten years old that I was completely cured, and it was not until I was about the time when I stopped the medicine.

Put on his own small clothes, even in August, his sick body still had to wear two thick clothes. After climbing out of bed and walking a few steps, Wang Hengxiao couldn't help but smile bitterly. Now he felt particularly clear that his body was really weak now. When he reached the door, he had to take a breath after a dozen steps.

Grandpa was sitting in the middle of the yard splitting bamboo and making bamboo strips. There were a few treasures next to it, and two were not finished. Green smoke came out of the kitchen over there, and grandma was boiling medicine for herself.

My grandfather's house faces south and north, facing the mountains and water.

There is a small river in front of the house. In the past, the river was a paddy field. Now you can see people busy in the paddy fields. Green green surrounds the surroundings.

This is a place surrounded by mountains on three sides. There are people living on the foot of the mountain and on the side of the mountain, and there is still some smoke floating on the mountain opposite.

"call…………"

Wang Hengxiao took a deep breath, extremely fresh.

"I really returned to my sixth year old..."

"I can change a lot and let myself stop having those regrets..."

"You can make your parents live a better life..."

…………

For a moment, many memories poured into Wang Hengxiao's mind. Those who originally thought they had forgotten and those regrets were particularly clear and profound at this time.

It turns out that I have never forgotten it all the time, but I am just telling myself that I have forgotten it!

"You got the door out?"

The grandfather who was splitting the bamboo strips saw Wang Hengxiao standing at the door, hurriedly put down the hatchet and bamboo in his hand and walked over: "It's a bit windy outside, you just took the medicine and it's a little loose. Don't come out and blow the wind..."

Listening to the authentic Sichuan dialect of grandpa, Wang Hengxiao felt so calm and said in a tender voice: "Mr. Wei... I'm fine, I'm very bored, I'll come out and get some air, just sit there."

Grandpa came over and did not drive Wang Hengxiao back to the bed in the house, but tightened his clothes and whispered: "Okay, when Ha'er, your Wei Po medicine is ready, you can cut your sleep after taking it."

Wang Hengxiao nodded honestly: "Well...I know."

My nickname is Duwa. In Sichuan dialect, Duwa means ugly and ugly. My nickname means ugly.

According to my father, Wang Hengxiao had an older brother before, who died of illness at the age of two, which was considered premature death. Later, when Wang Hengxiao was found, his parents were afraid of another accident. According to the saying here in his hometown, the more unpleasant the name is, the easier it is to raise. So the nickname was named like this.

In Wang Hengxiao's memory, until he was seventeen years old, his parents and relatives were still called nicknames.

Fortunately, the locals in Xinjiang do not understand the meaning of this nickname.

Wang Hengxiao sat on the small stool in front of the door, watching his grandfather concentrate on weaving bamboo strips, and looked at himself from time to time. He slowly adjusted his breathing, and according to the most effective health-preserving breathing method he had sorted out in his previous life, nine breaths and nine breaths, and adjusts the internal organs of the body.

After a while, my grandmother boiled the medicine and brought it to Wang Hengxiao. My grandmother was as kind as she remembered. She had many wrinkles on her face. She looked at herself full of love and pity, and spoke in a gentle voice: "Don't let me go, come and take the medicine quickly... I'll give you a candy after taking the medicine."

Wang Hengxiao held back the tears in his eyes, and gently agreed and took the bowl and drank the dark important thing. A smell of herb came to his nose. Grandma thought Wang Hengxiao didn't want to drink the medicine, so she cried because she was afraid that the medicine would be bitter. After watching the medicine, she hurriedly peeled off the fruit candy prepared in her hand and stuffed the candy to Wang Hengxiao's mouth.

Wang Hengxiao sobbed with a moment of nose, opened her mouth and put the candy handed over by her grandmother in her mouth.

"When this person sits, he will be asleep..."

Wang Hengxiao nodded slightly.

After dinner at night, Wang Hengxiao went to bed obediently. At this time, the electricity was not on at my grandfather's house, so I could only light a kerosene lamp at night. I vaguely remember that it would be on electricity next year. At that time, Wang Hengxiao happened to go back to Xinjiang with his father.

This place belongs to the southwest of Sichuan, remote and closed. It is the hometown of Grandpa Zhu, the founding general. Wang Hengxiao remembers that there is also a huge bronze statue of Grandpa Zhu in the county. My father often brags about the past of the Wang family. It is said that Grandpa Wang Hengxiao's grandfather and Grandpa Zhu were classmates at that time, went out to study from here together. But Grandpa Zhu started a revolution, and his ancestors followed the Kuomintang. At that time, it seemed that he was still a real power figure in Sichuan. When the Great Revolution failed, his ancestors helped Grandpa Zhu escape.

At that time, the Wang family was also the largest landlord in this radius of hundreds of miles, and the scenery was unparalleled.

Later, when the new China was founded, the Wang family was in great trouble. It is said that the ancestor committed suicide. Grandpa Zhu had visited him at that time and took great care of the descendants of the Wang family and brought forward a group of direct Wang family members.

Later, it was a special period. Wang Hengxiao clearly remembered that his father talked about his father more than once, that is, Wang Hengxiao's grandfather died in a special period. The ancestors of the Wang family were the largest landlords in a radius of hundreds of miles, and this matter was well known to everyone around him. During the special period, Wang Hengxiao's grandfather was taken to criticize and fight every day, and his father and two uncles were also scolded. In the end, the grandfather died and his grandmother raised his father's three brothers alone.

It is said that the people from the Wang family who followed Grandpa Zhu came to help, so grandma and father were not injured. When Wang Hengxiao heard about these things, he was still very young and listened to them as stories.
Chapter completed!