"What do you mean, Master Wu, I don't understand."
Lao Jinmiao picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, pointing with chopsticks and speaking in Miao language.
Mr. Wu said: "He said the child looked bad and had a lifeless air. He didn't look like a teenager."
"impossible!"
I said, don’t talk nonsense. How old is Xiaomi? He’s younger than me. What’s so old-fashioned?
After a second thought, I asked again: "Master Wu, help me ask if he knows about something called Zhierjin, which should be some kind of medicine."
Mr. Wu hesitated and said: "This... refers to Erjin in Miao. I can't speak it. How should I say it? Change it to a simple word."
This is not easy to handle. I said, Mr. Wu, you know how to say gold in Miao language.
He nodded and said one word to Lao Jinmiao.
"uncle!"
"Look at me here! Look at me here!"
I gestured with my little finger in front of the old man.
"Gold! Fingers! Finger gold! Finger gold!"
I kept twitching my little finger, hoping he would understand.
Mr. Wu curled his lips and said, "Stop making gestures. I think you are trying to get beaten. Who can understand that?"
"Lao Jinmiao said that although he can't see exactly what the child's problem is, he might be able to give it a try."
As he spoke, Master Wu took a small black medicine bottle from the old man's hand.
Master Wu handed me the bottle and said, "Go back first. When you go back, secretly give the medicine in the bottle to the child. She will sleep for a few hours after taking it. After she falls asleep, plug her ears with cotton cloth."
, blindfolded her, and then took her to a nursing home, where we made preparations."
I said, "Does this medicine have no side effects? Also, why do we have to go to a nursing home? It may not be safe there."
"If it's not safe, you have to go. Unless you don't care about the child, you don't have to go, because you need to use some things. Alan put things under the bed when he was alive. We are not their insiders. We are in the same industry. We are separated by mountains and rivers.
You don’t understand and I don’t understand either, just do what you do.”
After thinking about it for a few minutes, I said okay, I'll go back first and meet at the nursing home in an hour if nothing else happens.
On the way back, I kept guessing that the white feathers in the previous hospital and the owl that fell on the roof of the small building together could easily remind people of the partridge woman from the Changchun Society.
When I was almost at Lao Qian's house, I made a phone call.
"I'm the leader, Yunfeng, have you eaten yet?"
There was the sound of a TV set on the other end of the phone, and I also heard Bean Sprouts yelling.
"Yunfeng, let me ask you, have you encountered any difficult problems?"
Without much hesitation, I said: "Yes, Boss. It's a long story, and I can't explain it clearly. My head is in a mess. I'm calling you to ask if Changchun will."
The partridge woman of this generation is the woman named Wen Yun, so who was the partridge woman of the previous generation, and who was the previous generation?"
"this problem....."
He held his head in silence for a moment and said: "Wen Yun and Xiao Tuantou have some personal relationships. The partridge woman of the previous generation is not sure, but the previous generation should be Zhu Liankui's concubine surnamed Ye. She settled in Boston at that time."
"Boss, are you talking about the woman who killed Cheng Liansu with a bird? Is she the partridge woman from the previous generation? Is she Grandma Wen Yun?"
"Well... I'm not very clear about some things, but if we infer from the timeline, it is indeed the case."
"Is this partridge woman dead?" I asked.
"When did it happen? I don't know how many years it has been since my death. Yunfeng, if you run into trouble, just come back first."
"Okay, I know the clue. Has Brother Yu gone back?"
"If you didn't come back, wouldn't he be following you?"
"I understand. Just keep your head like this. I'll contact you if anything happens."
It's really strange. For several days in a row, Brother Yu, Red Eyes and Luo Kashan, the three of them seemed to have disappeared out of thin air in Xianyang, without any news at all.
Thinking about what happened in the past two days, I returned to Lao Qian's house.
There was still a lot of popcorn left from the last popcorn. My daughter went to work. Xiaomi was sitting alone on the sofa in the living room, eating popcorn and watching TV.
I quietly mixed the medicinal powder given by Lao Jinmiao into the water, and sat on the sofa with two glasses of water.
The TV show was a cartoon called "Little Muddleheaded God". Lao Qian's TV set was still in black and white. When the TV was on, the screen kept flickering. I don't know what was wrong.
