The villain is ill

The dilapidated temple in the west of the city has been abandoned for more than ten years, and it only welcomed new residents a few months ago, an old man and a child and two beggars.

The snow fell heavily last night, and the ruined temple was surrounded by wind. I don't know what happened. Boss Yang walked in the snow with deep feet and shallow feet, thinking about how to help them survive this winter.

Outside the ruined temple, Boss Yang opened the door and went in. As she expected, the earthen walls with air leaks on all sides and the roof piercing the sky could not withstand the heavy snow that night. Some wet marks, some traces of being cleaned.

The only thing not covered by snow is the east corner, where some hay is spread. Boss Yang remembers that there was a mat on the hay. It's fairly new, it was laid on hay the last time I came here.But he didn't think too much about it, he just withdrew as it was cold.

At this time, a quilt was covered on the hay. The quilt was very old, and every inch of the fabric was covered with patches, but it was washed very clean, and there was no peculiar smell in the temple. Boss Yang was also very surprised when he came here for the first time. , because this place doesn't look like a place where beggars live, but I don't know why they love cleanliness so much, but the faces of little beggars are always dirty.

Without thinking too much, Boss Yang looked around the room. There was a hanging pot next to the simple bed. The pile of plant ash under the pot was no longer warm. There was still half a pot of cold medicine in the pot. Two steamed buns, which he gave to the little beggar yesterday.

Something is wrong.Boss Yang frowned. The pot of medicine looked like it had been boiled and hadn't been touched, and the box of steamed buns he gave was at most enough for the grandparents and grandson to eat twice, and there was no way there would be leftovers the next day.

Thinking of this, Boss Yang felt a little worried, could something have happened?

Just as Boss Yang was about to go out to look for it, he suddenly heard the sound of small footsteps. He walked to the door with a few steps, and saw the little beggar who happened to walk to the door.

The little beggar was completely soaked, and he had been outside for an unknown amount of time. His face was even dirtier than usual, and there was still a lot of mud. His clothes, which were patched but clean, seemed to have rolled in the mud. The eyes that are always smiling on weekdays are indeed a little dull at the moment.

"What's the matter? Where's your grandfather?" Boss Yang worried, and hurriedly pulled him in, "Come inside quickly, you're dirty, take off your clothes quickly, don't freeze." He looked around , There was no one in the room to change clothes, so he took out the oiled paper bag from his chest and stuffed it into the little beggar's hand, "The bun is still hot, take a few bites first, and I'll get you clothes."

The little beggar was none other than Chu Mo. Since he escaped from Moxiu four years ago, he went down the mountain with injuries. Before reaching Fengcheng, he passed out due to his injuries and was rescued and cared for by an old man living alone in a small village at the foot of the mountain.

In order to save him, the old man spent almost all his belongings. However, the luck was not good. There was almost no harvest in the field, and the villagers couldn't afford to eat. The old man had no children and no relatives. He needed continuous medication, so he took Chu Mo and started begging.

When I came to Lingcheng this time, I also heard that there is a miracle doctor in Lingcheng who can bring the dead back to life.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived in Lingcheng, the old man collapsed first before the miracle doctor was found.

Watching Boss Yang leave, Chu Mo squeezed the oiled paper bag in his hand. The warm bun melted his frozen hand, and touched the wound on his hand, which caused a heartache for a moment.

Boss Yang went home and took some of his son's winter clothes and ran back in a hurry. Before he could catch his breath, he saw that Chu Mo was still standing in the same posture as before. What's the matter? This body is dripping wet, take it off quickly."

After all, Boss Yang put down the clothes in his arms and pulled Chu Mo over. At this time, the buns were already cold, and there were dark handprints on them. Seeing Chu Mo's fingers, he couldn't help but gasp.

Six or seven-year-old children have small hands. Boss Yang praised Chu Mo's hands a few days ago. Although they are a little callused, they are clean and beautiful hands. They don't look like beggars at all. Not to mention that his hands were covered with black mud, the fingernails were opened, and some of the fingers could even see white bones.

Boss Yang was taken aback for a moment, and then thought about the disappearing mat. After all, he didn't ask again, but said: "I'll change your clothes for you first, and I'll go to the medical clinic later. This hand injury is a big deal. Let's start." After Li Chunshou is ready, I will learn how to make steamed buns with Uncle, Grandpa also hopes you are well, right?"

Chu Mo raised his eyes to look at Boss Yang, and saw that his eyes were sincere, obviously not joking, so he couldn't help being a little puzzled. The few shops he often begged for in the city were all he liked when he came here. Boss Yang's family is not considered rich. Xiaoshan is not a bad person, leaving him a drawer of steamed stuffed buns a day is already the limit, now this means wanting to adopt him?

But before Chu Mo could figure it out, his vision darkened and he passed out.

After staying up all night in the snow, even many young and middle-aged people couldn't hold it, not to mention that Chu Mo himself was seriously injured. If Boss Yang hadn't interrupted him, he would have collapsed when he entered the house, and now he is at his limit.

Boss Yang screamed inwardly, and reached out to touch Chu Mo's forehead. It was really hot. He hurriedly changed Chu Mo into clean clothes, picked him up and rushed to the hospital.

Due to the heavy snowfall, most shops were not open, and the Xicheng Medical Center also closed early for rest.

"Bang Bang Bang!"

"Come here, the snow eggs under the eaves have been hammered, hurry up!" Dr. Hu, who was warming up with his family in the backyard, rushed to open the door. The cold wind mixed with snowflakes hit his face, making him shiver.

"Doctor Hu, the child is sick and fainted." Boss Yang smiled apologetically, but the movement of entering the door was not slow, "Quickly close the door, it's cold outside."

"You also know it's cold outside." Dr. Hu blew his beard and closed the door, while instructing Boss Yang to put Chu Mo on the couch, only to find that Boss Yang was holding Chu Mo, "Isn't this a little beggar? I asked for it yesterday." After taking the medicine, why did he become like this?" He hurriedly stepped forward to feel his pulse.

"Isn't it snowing last night? The old beggar couldn't keep going. This little guy is also kind and righteous. I guess he didn't sleep all night and buried him. He dug a hole with his hands. His fingers are rotten. .This kid is a stickler, and he doesn’t know how to ask us for help with such an important matter.” Boss Yang complained endlessly, but seeing that Doctor Hu’s face became more serious, he couldn’t help thinking, “What’s the matter?”

Dr. Hu frowned, changed his hand and took the pulse again, and after a while he put it down and shook his head, "The hand is traumatized, it can be cured after applying some medicine in a month or two, but..."

"Isn't it just typhoid fever? Doctor Hu, you are the best doctor in Lingcheng. Could it be that a little typhoid fever can still trouble you?" Boss Yang interrupted Doctor Hu unhappy.

Dr. Hu glared at him, "What is the best doctor, I'm not sure about my own medical skills?" He sighed, "Every time he came here before, he would take medicine for his grandpa, and he didn't know how to treat him." He was in good spirits, but I didn't realize that he was seriously injured internally. According to his posture, it was his good fortune to live for three to five years. Now the typhoid fever is getting worse. If he can survive today, there is still room for him to live. If... oh."

Boss Yang was stunned, "Internal injury?"

"I think it's been three or four years, and all internal organs have been damaged. If ordinary people would have been bedridden with pain, this child is also stubborn. These days, I have never seen him suffering from illness. I often come to ask for medicine It’s also for the old man’s wind and cold.” Dr. Hu admired it for a while, regretted it for a while, and finally turned into a sigh, shaking his head, “Let’s leave him here tonight, I’ll take care of it, and see if he can get through this calamity.” It's up to him."

So hot.

When Chu Mo woke up, he only felt that he was being roasted by the stove, and his whole body was dripping with sweat. Besides, his throat was dry and astringent. He swallowed, and his mouth was also dry and dry. bloody smell.

Opening his eyes with difficulty, Chu Mo realized that he was really beside a stove, covered with several layers of thick quilts, and the charcoal fire in the stove was burning vigorously, filling the room with steam.

At this time, a person pushed the door and came in. Before the cold wind could blow in, the door was closed again. Chu Mo's eyes were foggy, and he couldn't tell who was coming.

Someone came and touched his forehead, "Wake up, the sweating is really much better, I'll go to heat the medicine. Xiu'er, come and take care of my brother for a while."

Following the cry, a half-height fat figure rushed in through the door, "Mother, is brother awake?"

"Close the door quickly, don't blow my brother away, I'll go to heat the medicine, you take care of my brother." The woman went out after saying that.

The little fat man moved a ottoman and sat on the side of the bed, staring straight at Chu Mo, "Brother, you are so beautiful."

Chu Mo regained his composure at this moment, staring at the chubby, round face in a daze in front of him. He knew this chubby, he was the son of Boss Yang, and he had seen it several times before.

The little fat man is spoiled by his parents and has a somewhat arrogant personality, but he is still sensible, and he will help when the family's business is too busy. Chu Mo once envied him from afar.

This is the first official meeting between the two.

"Brother, my name is Yang Jinxiu, what's your name?" Yang Jinxiu's eyes are small, but black and white are distinct, revealing an air of innocence.

"I know you can't speak and your hand is injured, so you don't need to tell me your name today, tell me next time."

"My mother said that you will be my younger brother from now on, and I will take good care of you."

"You've been sleeping for five days, are you tired? You need to get well soon, let's go to the yard to make a snowman together."

……

Amidst the young man's mumbling voice, Chu Mo closed his eyes again.

Seeing Chu Mo falling asleep, Yang Jinxiu's original innocent expression faded away. Looking at Chu Mo's face, he looked in admiration, "It really deserves to be the most beautiful character in the book. I didn't recognize the dirty one before. I didn't expect the plot to be like this." It has changed a long time ago, it seems that there are other book walkers here, so maybe..."

At this time, there was the sound of pushing the door, and Madam Yang's low voice came, "Fall asleep again?"

"My brother is seriously ill, he must be tired. Mom, go and rest first, I will watch over my brother."

"Xiu'er has grown up and knows how to take care of her younger brother."

"Mother, you are so talkative, hurry up and warm up the medicine, brother wakes up and wants to drink."

Books, plots, book walkers?

During the conversation between mother and son, Chu Mo closed his eyes, thinking about these words.