"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 that 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? She’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 the things under the bed when he was alive. We are not their insiders, and 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 you 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 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, and 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 "The Little Muddleheaded God". Lao Qian's TV set was still in black and white, but the screen kept flickering when the TV was on. I don't know what was wrong with it.
"Come on, Xiaomi, you're not feeling well yet, drink more hot water."
Xiaomi took the water cup and said, "I ate too many cornflowers. I'm just thirsty, brother Feng."
She drank a glass of water cleanly.
Watching Xiaomi drink water, I suddenly felt guilty.
A cartoon voice came from the TV: "Golden fool, silver fool, not as good as our old fool."
In less than ten minutes, Xiaomi fell asleep leaning on the sofa, holding a handful of corn flakes in her hand.
Looking at Xiaomi's frail body and thin profile, I sighed and slowly reached out to hug her.
Lao Jinmiao said that he would take Xiaomi to a nursing home and cover her ears with cloth and blindfold her eyes. I didn't do that, and Xiaomi fell into a deep sleep. She could no longer see or hear. What else was she doing?
After waiting for a while with Xiaomi on my back, I reached out and stopped a taxi.
The driver who worked the night shift was in his thirties, a fat man with a wretched look on his face. He glanced at the rearview mirror and said with a mean smile: "Brother, you are quite good at it. Which hotel are you going to? Can you take me with you?"
"
"Go to your mother's hotel, go to Ginkgo Nursing Home."
The big fat man is a coward. When he saw me swearing with a sullen expression, he didn't dare to talk back. He muttered something in a low voice and drove off.
The hazy weather in Xianyang lasted for a while, and it was difficult to see the moon tonight.
There are three days left before the fifteenth day, and the moon is already very full in the sky. The moonlight shines on the road, and the flowers, plants and trees around the green belt are a little white.
"boom!"
Suddenly, there was movement on the roof of the car and two growling sounds.
The fat driver slowed down and cursed: "Damn it! What the hell happened to hit my car! It's so fucking unlucky to work the night shift!"
I looked up at the roof of the car and my face turned pale.
"Don't stop!"
"Keep driving! Go to the nursing home!"
"Brother, don't be in such a hurry, right? I know you are in a hurry to do something good, but a bird hit the roof of the car! Look, the hair has fallen off. You can't let me clean it."
"If I tell you to drive, just drive!"
"Don't stop! Do you understand?"
"well....."
After more than ten minutes, we arrived at the nursing home.
I threw down the fifty yuan, picked up the millet and closed the car door.
There were a few feathers on the roof of the taxi and a small pool of blood. No dead birds were seen, so they might have fallen on the road.
It was late at night, the elderly people in the nursing home had all gone to bed early, and the whole building was dark and silent. Only one room on the second floor was still lit, and that was the room where Mr. Wu lived.
I thought they were upstairs, but I didn't expect to see them as soon as I entered the courtyard.
There is a table in the middle of the courtyard. On the table is a white porcelain jar. The mouth of the jar is wrapped in yellow cloth. It looks like an urn.
After taking a closer look, I saw a piece of paper pressed under the urn. The paper was yellow in color. It was not ordinary paper. I had seen this paper before. It was in Granny Liu Lan’s box. What was it?
Paper.
Lao Jinmiao changed into a navy blue traditional Miao costume, with a whistle hanging on a rope on his chest and a square felt hat on his head.
Under the white moonlight, Lao Jinmiao had a frosty look on his face and began to walk in circles around the urn on the table.
Every time he walked around, he picked up the whistle on his chest and blew it. After three laps, his speed increased, his steps were very long, he stopped and clapped his hands and stamped his feet in exaggerated movements, just like the jumping in the Northeast.
Like a great god.
After completing the last movement, Mr. Wu picked up the urn with both hands.
He bent down and bowed to Lao Jinmiao.
A cool breeze blew into the courtyard, and the paper pressed against the urn was blown to the ground, 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 very blurry.
But what do I think...
The outline on the paper looks a bit like Grandma Liu Lan.
