Wong Tai Sin jumped down from the stove and rushed to my side. The smile on the little weasel's face couldn't hold on and became very serious.
"Little girl, your situation is getting more and more serious."
I nodded, I know all this, I just hope time can wait for me.
I lifted my sore body and went to the ground. Suddenly I smelled the smell of roast chicken...
"You used my medicine-making stove to roast chicken?"
There is a bright flame under the stove. If you look closely, there is a ball of earth burning in the fire. The aroma of the chicken comes from the earth.
Wong Tai Sin couldn't hold himself any longer, jumped down, opened his body, and stopped me: "This is my chicken!"
"..."
Why.
As expected, Wong Tai Sin cannot live without the chicken.
I walked to the washbasin in the outhouse and washed my face with water that had been heated by the fire. I rubbed my face and the nosebleed started to flow again.
Oh, my vitality is so tenacious that I can survive even if I bleed every day.
After washing my face and applying skin care products in front of the mirror, I was stunned for a moment.
Although I am thin, my cheeks used to be full, but now the sides of my face have become sunken, and the Yintang area is also dark.
The eyes are dull.
Anyone who looks at this looks like a dying person.
This is not possible, my mother and others will probably come over soon.
I quickly used cosmetics to replenish my skin, but when I was 18 years old, I vomited blood all night, and my skin looked like that of a 30- or 40-year-old. All the moisture had been lost, and my skin became powdery.
As a last resort, I asked Wong Tai Sin to help me improve my skin condition.
Then I secretly poured out the blood in the trash can.
Before entering the house, Zhaoting jumped into the hospital: "Sister!"
"Zhao Ting!" By the time I reacted, my hand had already hidden the trash can behind my back.
It was very cold outside, so I quickly pulled Zhaoting into the house and brushed the snow off his head: "Why did you run out in the cold weather?"
"I'm here to ask you to go home for dinner." Zhaoting threw herself on me and hugged me, raising her little face and smiling with bright eyes, "We have been waiting for you for a long time, but you haven't replied yet. Mom posted a message on Baomi this morning.
The noodle pastry also has pickled cabbage and white meat!”
I thought, I had already vomited blood once last night, so I shouldn't vomit again so soon. It wouldn't be good if I didn't go back all the time. Besides, Lulu was probably still angry.
"Okay, sister, lock the door."
I went back to the house, picked up the black umbrella, locked the door and walked home with Zhaoting.
Zhaoting was jumping around like a little rabbit, full of energy. He would step on the snow that had not been stepped on by anyone along the way, leaving his own footprints.
Why.
Once upon a time, Lulu and I were so carefree.
But now...
I stretched out my hand, snowflakes fell on my fingers, and the cold air penetrated into the cracks in my bones. I just kept holding the umbrella.
Tian Weiyu sighed and patted my shoulder.
He Zhaoting walked to the door of his home, and before entering the courtyard, he saw through the large window of my west room that many people were sitting on my Kang.
"Huh? Is there someone at home?"
Zhaoting scratched his head, his face full of confusion: "When I left just now, no one came yet, why are there so many people?"
"...Then something happened."
I don't want to worry about anything now, I grab Zhao Ting's hand and want to take him to the kitchen.
I can't help it, the smell in the air is too fragrant, and the pastry is so fragrant when paired with a mouthful of pickled cabbage and white meat soup.
Unfortunately, before I could go in, my dad came out from the door of the house: "Nuan Ting, go to the backyard to help Lulu boil water and pour it for all the guests."
"Oh." Yes, the stealing plan failed.
I led Zhaoting again through the main house to the backyard, where Lulu was wrapped in a big cotton-padded jacket and was boiling a kettle.
Zhaoting rushed over, hugged Lulu's arm and asked a series of questions: "Sister, who is coming to our house? Is it from our village? No, I don't even recognize them? What happened to them?"
"Oh, stay away, don't burn you!" Lulu pushed Zhaoting away, and when she raised her head and saw me, she had a fierce expression.
I touched my nose awkwardly.
Lulu said angrily: "He's from the East Village. He's an out-and-out fairy. My family couldn't wake me up this morning. I was crying and screaming in my sleep."
I was stunned: "What's going on?"
Lulu glared at me: "How could I know? I don't know how to read."
...still angry.
I had to resort to the trick of acting like a spoiled child, and I tried my best, but when I acted like a spoiled child, she couldn't bear it, and as expected she stopped being angry.
At this time, a group of people carrying a man in his forties came out of the back door in a whimpering manner.
"Which is the memorial hall? Is it this or that?"
"That's the ancestral hall! The one facing south is the one facing north!"
"Quick, quick, quick! Send it in!"
The man they were carrying had his eyes closed, crying and screaming, and his hands were flailing in the air.
It's like a nightmare.
Zhao Ting very enthusiastically helped open the door to the altar, and the group of people went in anxiously.
My mother came out right after, without even looking at us, she rushed into the altar like the wind,
Lulu and we squatted in a row, and Lulu touched my arm with her elbow: "What do you think, do you want to go and have a look?"
"There's nothing interesting to see." I haven't even figured out my own affairs yet.
"Yun Nuanting, this doesn't look like you."
"...go."
Lulu stuffed two more pieces of coal under the quick pot, and we followed her to the altar.
As soon as the door of the altar is closed, the cold wind is suddenly blocked out and the air becomes warm.
A bunch of unfamiliar faces placed the man on the ground in front of the altar table, and then they all closed their mouths and stood nervously against the wall.
My mother went to the incense burner and lit a handful of incense. The flame of the incense went out immediately. She lit it twice more before successfully lighting the fire. However, the fire was very weak and the roots of the incense turned black. It looked ominous.
In the crowd, a woman who looked like a married man to a man sobbed and asked my mother, "Guizhi, what's going on?"
My mother sighed: "Someone broke into your house."
"Ah?" The woman took a step forward anxiously, "Is it serious?"
Zhaoting stood next to me and pulled my sleeves. I bent down and asked me in a low voice: "Sister, what is Chuangtangzi?"
"You used to travel around with your parents and never saw anything like this?"
"No, my parents and I just fight monsters directly."
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so I explained to him in a low voice: "It's the other people's hall. If they like the immortal in your hall, they will quietly come over and beat the immortal in the hall. Some will be beaten to death, and some will be killed."
He was captured and worked for his cousin, who is closely related to his younger brother, and if his cousin is broken into, his younger brother will also be in pain."
Lulu laughed out loud on the other side of me: "I heard that when you were in Nanjiang, you beat up other people's immortals every day. Does that count as intruding on other people's palaces?"
"How can it be the same? It was just a friendly exchange." I wiped my sweat weakly.
Zhaoting lowered his face in a serious manner, as if he understood: "No wonder my sister knows so much about entering the palace."