The evil life of Jia Erhu

Chen Lingyan frowned when she saw this.

Cao Yadan, who had just cried bitterly, quietly asked Chen Lingyan with red eyes: "Mr. Chen, Mr. Jia is rescuing people in the operating room, and his mother is blocking Teacher Wen from entering. What do you mean?"

Chen Lingyan snorted coldly: "Who knows what this old witch wants to do? This kind of thing needs to be treated by Xiao Jie!"

"By the way," Cao Yadan asked, "Why didn't Mr. Xiao come?"

After taking action in Jia Erhu's office in the morning, Cao Yadan had already regarded Xiao Jie as the leader of them all. Without Xiao Jie, Cao Yadan felt uneasy.

Chen Lingyan also wondered why Wen Ruyu called her and Cao Yadan, and why she didn't call her Xiao Jie. Could it be that she forgot in a hurry?

Chen Lingyan immediately dialed Xiao Jie's phone number.

Sun Chao also called Yuan Zhihao at this time.

At this time, Han Jing comforted Wen Ruyu in turn: "Child...oh, no, Xiao Wen, don't be sad, listen to me.

Do you and Erhu always think that I prefer Jiawei and never like Erhu? "

Wen Ruyu wiped away her tears and smiled reluctantly: "Mom, it's already this time..."

Han Jing shook her head and said: "Xiao Wen, listen to me. When Erhu was lost, I wanted to die. It can be said that I searched everywhere in the county and city all day long, and I didn't even care about Jiawei's life or death. .

I was breastfeeding at that time, and I had been looking for several months. Jiawei didn't even take a lick of milk from me. Later, his grandfather and his father, I'm talking about Zhao Meng and his father, often brought this matter up, so Jiawei has always hated me, and he also hated Erhu.

But that's not what I'm talking about today.

Back then, I was running around at bus stations, train stations and docks every day, and I looked like a beggar. I happened to meet a man who came from other places and was about to take the train back. He saw me looking around in the waiting room. My son asked me about my situation.

Later, he told me that the child had been lost for several months. It would be useless to look for him this way. It would be better to go to Sanqing Temple on the outskirts of Changling City to find a Taoist priest named Yun Xuzi. I give you guidance.

Originally I didn't believe in those things at all, but I was desperate and had no choice but to run and give it a try. "

Wen Ruyu nodded. Although she had never given birth to a child, she knew that for a mother who lost her child, she would put in 100% effort even if there was only a glimmer of hope.

Just like now, if there is a fortune teller who can calculate Jia Erhu's life and death, even if he knows he is a liar, Wen Ruyu will give it a try, not to mention Han Jing as a mother.

Han Jing came to Sanqing Temple on the outskirts of the city. At that time, Sanqing Temple was not large in scale. It stood on the hillside of a mountain on the outskirts of the city. There was not even a wall, only a main hall. There is a row of bungalows next to it, with only three rooms in total.

Then there is a toilet, and there is a vegetable patch next to the toilet.

The so-called Taoist Master Yun Xuzi actually has only one person, not even a disciple. What makes Han Jing find it most incredible is that one side of Taoist Yun Xuzi's face is normal and he looks pretty, but the other side of his face is covered with burn scars and is beyond recognition.

The first thing Han Jing looked at was his good face, and she bowed to him respectfully. When she looked up and saw the other side of his face, she almost fainted from fright.

But the godson was eager, so Han Jing knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing. At the same time, she took out the 50 yuan in her pocket and handed it over.

For people with this belief, 50 yuan is nothing.

But for people who didn't believe in this kind of thing before, 50 yuan was an astronomical figure, because at that time, if you could read a fortune teller on the roadside, you could get it for 5 cents per dollar.

Yun Xuzi took her into the main hall and asked her to kneel and kowtow to the statue of Sanqing. Then he took out the bucket of lottery tickets, shook it for a while and asked her to draw a lottery ticket.

Han Jing drew a lottery and handed it over. Yun Xuzi did not interpret the lottery immediately, but asked her to tell her and Erhu's birthdays. Then she counted them with her fingers and said, "Your lottery can be regarded as a good one." sign."

Han Jing didn't understand at the time. Although she didn't believe it, people around her also believed it. People draw lots just like drawing lots. I have never heard of someone having to tell their birth date.

Later, Yun Xuzi told her that although those who read the signatures independently without asking about their birth date were not necessarily liars, they definitely knew little about Taoism.

Because the same lot is drawn by people with different destinies, the results are different, or even completely opposite.

Just like a gun, a soldier holding it in his hand is a weapon, a symbol of responsibility and mission, and a supreme honor.

What the gangster holds in his hand is a murder weapon and evidence of his guilt.

It is also like a river. For those who know how to water, it is a broad road leading to the future.

For those who don't know how to swim, it is an insurmountable barrier.

Therefore, there is no real distinction between high, middle and low. You still have to look at who you are and what you ask before you can draw a conclusion.

Han Jing then said to Wen Ruyu: "At that time, I didn't know that Er Hu's father had passed away. Taoist Master Yun Xuzi told me that I was destined to punish my husband and son, and it was destined that I would lose my husband and son in middle age, and Er Hu's Fate also controls the father and the mother.

He told me that my husband, the father of the child, would never live until the child turns one year old! "

Wen Ruyu was stunned, thinking: Is that Taoist priest so powerful?

Han Jing said: "I didn't believe it at the time. First of all, I didn't know that Erhu's father was dead, and that Erhu's father and I had no legal relationship as husband and wife. Zhao Meng was my husband at the time and was very much alive. , how could he be defeated by Erhu and me?

I was very unhappy at the time. I really wanted to take my 50 yuan back from him, and at the same time I was yelling at him.

Since my life is like this, why does this sign mean it is a good sign?

Before I could get angry, the Taoist priest suddenly frowned, counted his fingers again, and said: "It's so strange. Before your child turns one year old, you will definitely kill his father. How come it is destined that he will be killed?" And a half-brother? ’

I immediately explained to him that my children were twins, and he suddenly realized it and asked how late Jiawei was born. After I told him, he counted it with his fingers and said, "This child in your family has the hardest life. He Not only does it harm the father and mother, but it also harms the brothers! ’

At that time, I became even more angry and asked angrily: In this case, why did I draw the top lottery? "