son sick

They hugged each other for a while, and then separated after a while.

Lian Meng took advantage of that moment to look at the man's pupils again, and found that he was not dazzled just now.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Lian Meng was in a trance, Qi Nian hugged him again.

"No, nothing." Lian Meng hurriedly replied.

"..." Qi Nian looked at him playfully, but didn't ask any further.He rested his head on Lian Meng's shoulder, and said softly, "You always do this."

"Ok?"

"What I want to say is always held in my heart."

Lian Meng didn't know how to respond, he pretended to laugh easily, and then said, "I saw your eyes just now..."

"Oh?" Qi Nian was startled, and then burst out laughing, "So you saw that place... It's just that I have a special constitution, and I was born with double pupils."

"Double pupils?"

"Well, just one eye and two eyes. Just like birthmarks and moles, nothing special."

"Really? I just thought of it, but I never noticed it before..." Lian Meng said without a word.

In fact, it's not that he is puzzled by the different pupils, but that he can't figure out why Ya Qi's eyes are the same as Qi Nian's.

This pair of pupils is not common, so is it just a coincidence?

Qi Nian let go of his arms, then walked up to Lian Meng, took a bowl, and wanted to serve him some hot porridge.

Lian Meng looked at his back, hesitated for a long time, and finally asked slowly: "You said before that you have never been to Xingmulin, did you?"

"Huh?" Hearing his voice, Qi Nian turned his head slightly, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"I just remembered what that Mo He said when we were in the forest that day..."

"is it?"

"Well. Listen to his tone, as if he knows you and me."

"..." Qi Nian turned his head, did not speak, and the hand holding the bowl stopped, "But I have never seen him before."

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, Lian Meng hurriedly laughed: "Maybe the old man really remembered the wrong person." Then, he stepped forward a few steps, stood beside Qi Nian, and asked tentatively, "Then, you Have you been to Lian Yinmen before?"

"Of course I have been to Lian Yin's Gate. But it was before before."

"Ah?" Lian Meng was a little surprised. At this time, Qi Nian had already filled a bowl of hot porridge and slowly handed it over to him.

Lian Meng took the porridge, raised his head, and continued to ask, "What is 'before before'?"

"That's when we haven't been reborn."

"..." Lian Meng didn't expect that person to mention that matter again, so he was choked up and didn't know how to answer.

"Okay, let's sit down and have porridge first."

As he spoke, he opened the two stools in front of the table.

Lian Meng came to his senses and sat down, but his mind became more and more chaotic.

Is all this really just a coincidence?Does Qi Nian really have nothing to do with Bai Zang and Ya Qi?

But if what Qi Nian said was the truth, then what happened to the two peony pendants he found?

"If you don't eat it, it will be cold." Qi Nian looked at him and said softly.

"Uh, okay..." After finishing speaking, Lian Meng quickly took a few sips from the spoon.

The porridge is thick and delicious, with a delicate fragrance.

"How about it?"

"Very, very good."

Then they talked about other things.

Lian Meng hesitated for a long time but did not ask further, and in the next few days, he did not mention this matter again.

Qi Nian's body is much better than when they first came to Qianyue Town, at least his face is not so pale anymore.

Lian Meng felt that Wutiaomu's poison might really be neutralized with the poison in Qi Nian's body, no matter what happened later, it was all right now.

He would go to the pharmacy in the town every other day, and after going back and forth, he got acquainted with the boy who fetched the medicine a lot.

That boy talks a lot, and he likes to chatter with people when he has nothing to do.

According to him, there are many tourists in Qianyue Town, but there are also many residents.

They are hospitable by nature, and they especially like to exchange some outside things with travelers in the past, especially those Miao people.

"Miao people?" Lian Meng replied unconsciously, afraid that the man would see his concern.

"That's right, those Miao people are amazing. It is said that they have a set of methods of curing diseases and saving lives, which others cannot learn."

"..." Lian Meng suddenly remembered the matter of Shou Nanshan, frowned, and did not speak.

The medicine boy didn't have any good eyesight either, so he continued on his own: "However, it's not that easy for them to save people."

"How do you say that?"

"Silver must be indispensable. They always like to ask for a precious thing from a patient."

"Precious things?"

"Yes. Aunt Wang, who sells pickled vegetables in front of the street, asked them to see her son's illness. They said they gave some money and took a jade bracelet from her family."

"This... is she willing?"

"It's not expensive, the jade body is muddy, so it's probably not good jade; and a few years ago, she fell on the ground, and there was a mung bean-sized gap on the side of the bracelet. Not worth a few bucks."

"..."

It seems that those Miao people did not go for money.

However, he couldn't figure out what the use of taking this "precious thing" would be.

"By the way, a few days ago, when a girl from the Miao family with red lips and white teeth came to our place to grab medicine, I saw a hairpin fall out of her arms."

"hairpin?"

Lian Meng suddenly remembered that when they were in the apricot forest, they had seen the hairpin stolen by the village chief's family.

Said that it was a relic left by his deceased wife, and it was stolen by someone.

"Yes, the style looks like it was many years ago. The carvings on it have been worn out a lot, and it is estimated that it was replaced by another 'baby'."

"..."

Is this just a coincidence?

Before Lian Meng could figure it out, he heard lazy footsteps behind him suddenly.

He turned around and found that it was the storyteller he met in the teahouse earlier.

"Oh, Mr. Zhang, it's you." Yaotong greeted him familiarly.

The man stroked his beard and nodded to him: "I still need to write the throat-clearing and moisturizing medicine, just make it as last time."

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up and looked at Lian Meng.

"Ouch……"

"What are you talking about?" Lian Meng replied angrily.

"I didn't expect you to be so white and clean, but your temper is really bad."

Lian Meng didn't want to talk to him, and wanted to leave after taking the medicine.It's just that the person behind him doesn't seem to want him to leave.

"When I first came in, I mentioned that you were talking about hairpins."

"Hey, I just mentioned it to that young hero." Yaotong hurriedly echoed.

Lian Meng still didn't intend to talk to him. At this moment, he heard the man say, "I've seen that hairpin before. It belongs to the village head of the Fang family in the apricot forest."

"..." Lian Meng was startled and stopped unconsciously.

"The village chief's name was Fang Zhongshou, and he was an upright and honest man. His wife died of illness 13 years ago, and he only kept the hairpin as a memory. Later, when he was out, he encountered a heavy rain and fell into the river. He was rescued by a little girl from the Miao family. When he returned to the mountains, he was fine, but the hairpin was gone."

"But..." Lian Meng felt something was wrong.

He clearly remembered that the hairpin was stolen in the apricot forest earlier.

"But later, he didn't live for too long, because his wife's death brought him too much grief, and he became depressed and died of illness."

"..."

"Actually, I've heard people say that a few years after his death, someone saw the village head named Fang in the mountains. I thought he had seen a ghost in the daytime, but he told me that the man looked better than before. A lot older, not like what he should be at his age."

"Really?" Lian Meng replied not surprised.

This time, Lian Meng didn't answer.

He remembered that Ling Yin had said that the "residents" in the forest were all corpses, and Fang Muhua had also told him that the years in the mountains were different from those outside.

Although he still didn't understand what happened to those things, he did have a lot of doubts about Xing Mulin and his party.

The blind old man said that his time was trapped in one night; the letter left by Junior Brother Qingyang in the story was exactly the same as that of Lian Qingren; What about killing a stranger you've never met?

It's just that, if you don't think about those disturbing things, just the hairpin being stolen is strange enough.

If Fang Zhongshou exchanged his life with a hairpin when he was dying, where did the one stolen in the apricot forest come from?

"Hey, in fact, there are many strange things in this world."

The storyteller shook his head while talking.The boy had already grabbed the medicine for him and was tying them together with string.He took out a broken piece of silver from his sleeve and put it on the table.

Then he turned his head to look at Lian Meng, and continued: "There is nothing unique and unparalleled in the world. The sun may also rise from the east, the dead can meet again, and the past can start all over again."

"Never again?"

The more the man said, the more outrageous it became, Lian Meng was already upset, and now hearing the man's incitement, his head hurt even more.

He shook his head, trying to stop listening to the man's nonsense, but just as he took a step, he saw the young monk at the door again.

The man held a string of rosary beads in his hand, as if he was wandering around the town alone, not knowing where he was going.

Lian Meng looked at him, feeling a little apprehensive.

At this time, the storyteller walked towards him a few steps, and then whispered in his ear: "I thought I was the only one who could see that monk, but unexpectedly... you can too."