mountain masseuse

Bo Qi picked up the medicine bowl and walked out of the room with a puzzled expression on his face. When he arrived at the main room, he saw Lao Tzu sitting in a chair in the main room drinking water from a cup. Under the dim oil lamp, his withered and emaciated face looked a little tired .

"Father, why did you come back?" Bo Qi called out.

Lao Tzu put down the cup, looked at the bowl in his hand exuding a faint herbal smell, and asked anxiously, "You son of a bitch, who is sick?"

Bo Qi scratched his forehead, and replied: "Sister Yu'er fell into the water today and was rescued by my second uncle, and you are not here, so I have to learn how you make medicine for her!"

Lao Tzu frowned, "Where is the person now? How is it?"

Bo Qi brought Lao Tzu to his room, and Lao Tzu looked at the young woman lying on the bed, thought for a while, but still wasn't sure: "Are you, the widow Wang from the east of the village?"

Yang Yu'er nodded and said with a smile: "Uncle Bo, you are a famous big shot, you can still call me, I'm really happy!"

Lao Tzu hurriedly waved his hands and said modestly: "Don't dare, dare not! I just rely on my ancestors' craftsmanship to make ends meet."

Yang Yu'er coughed twice.

Lao Tzu hurriedly said: "Come on, stretch out your hand, and I'll take your pulse."

Bo Qi sensibly moved the bamboo chair and asked Lao Tzu to sit down. Lao Tzu's rough fingers like dead wood lightly rested on Yang Yu'er's white wrist. There was a sharp contrast between the two. Peaceful, but it seems that there are signs of wind and cold entering the body, I will prescribe you two medicines to dispel the cold, if you rest and feel better, you can go back with the medicines!"

Yang Yu'er said gratefully: "Thank you so much, Uncle Bo!" After a pause, she frowned slightly and said, "It's just that I don't have any money with me now, look, how about I write you an IOU?"

Lao Tzu shook his head lightly, grinning with shriveled lips, "This medicine is worthless, you just take it home and take it."

"What's the matter? If you don't give money to practice medicine, you won't be able to cure the disease. I will write you an IOU. In two days, you can ask Qizi to go to my house to pick it up." Yang Yuer blinked and glanced at Bo who was standing aside. start.

I thought for a while, "OK, then write a note, and I'll let this bastard pick it up from you when I'm free."

Yang Yu'er sat up slowly, moved to the side of the bed and was about to get out of bed, Bo Qi hurriedly stepped forward to support her, and said worriedly: "Sister Yu'er, can you go back like this?"

Yang Yu'er said lightly: "It's nothing. I just drank the medicine and my body is much better now. I can walk back."

At this time, Lao Tzu's eyes were fixed on Bo Qi's hand holding Yang Yu'er. Yang Yuer noticed that his expression was not right, so she quickly pushed away Bo Qi's hand, "I can go by myself!"

After writing a note, I handed two packs of herbal medicine to Yang Yu'er, and said, "Take one pack before going to bed when you go back, and eat the other pack before going to bed the next day."

Yang Yu'er nodded, took the medicine, and left the medicine house with a somewhat wobbly figure.

Looking at her back into the night, Bo Qi was a little worried.

"Don't look, bastard, don't associate with her in the future, it will be bad luck!" Lao Tzu's voice came from the main room behind him, and Bo Qi was standing at the gate of the yard at this time.

He turned around and walked into the main room, and said angrily: "What's bad luck, I think she is very good, you just look at her as a widowed woman, bully others, and look down on others!"

Seeing Bo Qi talking back, Lao Tzu stared at him, raised his sword eyebrows, and said angrily: "I didn't say this, it was the fairy woman who told her fortune, she is the lone star of the gods, who will be with you in this life, which man?" It's just unlucky, besides, she is still a widow first, so don't let me go out and get any gossip!"

"Hmph! You are an old pedant, old wood!" Bo Qi said angrily, then ran towards his room, and closed the door with a bang.

"Hey! You bastard is getting bolder and bolder. I'm pedantic. I'm an idiot. You eat what I say and wear what I say. Shouldn't you listen to what I say? You have to remember that I'm the one who really treats you Good man!" Lao Tzu stood up angrily and shouted in the direction of Bo Qi's room.

Bo Qi slammed his body on the bed board heavily. The bed frame was like an old man, and he let out a creaking moan. He put his hands on his chest and stared blankly at the thick wooden beam above his head. With the slight warmth, his eyes began to blur slowly, Yang Yu'er's delicate body gradually appeared, her numb and seductive moans lingered in his ears, her proudly towering snow mountain and the dense black light revealed The mature meadow flashed in his mind like a movie over and over again.

"You son of a bitch, get out of here quickly, you're still asleep, it's time to work!" A vicissitudes of life voice came from outside the room.

Bo Qi's sweet dream just at the critical moment was interrupted by this rude call. He sat up, yawned deeply, and whispered angrily: "Call, call, call like this every day, no wonder Miss Yu'er It’s still one step away, and you messed up this step!”

After sitting on the bed for a while, he rolled over and got out of bed, rubbed his eyes, wiped away the puffiness from the corners of his mouth, and walked out of the room.

"Accompany me to go up the mountain to collect herbs today. I don't have enough medicinal materials at home. I can't get enough of the pile of drawers and boxes if I collect this old bone for three days and three nights." Scallion, walked into the main room from the outside, saw Bo Qi sitting lazily in the chair, so he said.

"I want to read, but I won't go! Then you can read it for three days!" Bo Qi said reluctantly.

"It's almost the harvest season. If we don't collect more medicine now, what should we do when the number of people seeing a doctor suddenly increases? Can you give birth to a bastard? You have to go to me today!" Lao Tzu said in an orderly tone, not allowing He had the slightest reason to refuse.

Bo Qi stood up lazily, walked to the square black wooden dining table with a face of reluctance and sat down, the two of them had just picked up the bowl to eat breakfast, when suddenly there was a female voice as beautiful as a lark singing outside.

"Uncle Bo, it's not good, it's not good!" the woman rushed into the room panting, and said anxiously.

"Erya, your mother's illness has fallen again?" Lao Tzu put down the rice bowl in his hand, and said with a little surprise on his face.

Er Ya nodded, the teardrops in her eyes were rolling, she frowned and said: "This time is worse than last time! Uncle Bo, go and have a look, my mother is rolling all over the floor in pain Mile!"

"Erya, don't worry, I'll go with you right away!" Lao Tzu got up quickly, and walked towards the pharmacy while comforting Erya.

"Sister Erya, let me go and see your mother too, I have a way to cure your mother's illness." Bo Qi said confidently.

"Really? Qizi, then you should go and have a look together!" Erya said doubtfully.

"Fuck him! He can't even remember a herbal prescription, and he can cure your mother's years of headaches. Don't listen to him, let's go!" I walked out of the medicine room with the medicine box on my back, "By the way, you should stay at home and read for me, and go pick herbs when I come back."

After Laozi finished speaking, he hurried out of the house, but Erya looked at Bo Qi, and turned around and left the house after a long time.She didn't understand why Uncle Bo would say that about Qi Zi, if it wasn't for him yesterday, Widow Wang would have been left behind, the whole village just watched Widow Wang wake up!

After Erya walked a few steps, she turned her head again, with expectant and doubtful eyes, Bo Qi secretly made up her mind: I must go, and I must cure Erya Niang's headache!He didn't know why, he just didn't want Er Ya to look down upon him, and he didn't want her to be sad.