Prophet of Rebirth

Chapter 45 The Sorrow of Village Treasure

"Dad, Mom, I want to go back to my hometown after I'm discharged from the hospital." After eating the breakfast Wei Xiuhui brought, Ye Zhiqiu said abruptly.

"Go back to my hometown!" Wei Xiuhui obviously didn't expect Ye Zhiqiu to make this request at this time, and was momentarily stunned.

"It's okay to go back to your hometown. It's not safe for you to stay in Qiuhua Town during this period of time. It's also good to go back to avoid it. It just so happens that you haven't gone back for nearly ten years." Ye Jiaming thought for a moment, then joked: "I don't know those brothers and sisters. Could it be that we didn't bring back the treasures of the village for so many years, and this time we went back as a confession. Otherwise, we might not be allowed to enter the village in the future."

"That's right, it's time to go back. Hehe!" Thinking of Ye Zhiqiu being 'kneaded' when he was a child, Wei Xiuhui couldn't help but smile.

"They should all be mature by now! They won't play that kind of child's tricks again!" Ye Zhiqiu only thought of his identity as a village treasure at this time, and recalled the miserable situation when he was a child, and his cheerful expression completely collapsed. down.

"I don't know, we haven't been in touch for a long time, and now I really miss them, haha!" Thinking of those old friends in his hometown, Ye Jiaming also had a look of anticipation on his face.

"Okay, when Zhiqiu's injury recovers, our family will go back together." Wei Xiuhui clapped her hands and decided, obviously she also thought of those sisters when she was young, and unconsciously gave birth to the desire to see each other again.

A few days later, Ye Zhiqiu boarded the minivan back to his hometown. After two transfers and six or seven hours of traveling, he finally returned to Hutan Village, where he had been away for nearly ten years.

Ye Zhiqiu, who had been sitting in a stuffy car for several hours, felt refreshed by the fresh air. However, when he saw the crowd at the entrance of the village that was about to burst the ten-meter-wide open space, his face turned green. For the first time, I had the urge to turn around and run away.He remembered that when he left Hutan Village, the farewell people had just covered two-thirds of the open space. Now it seemed that the situation couldn't hold at all, and more than a dozen of them were squeezed under the eaves.

"There are crowds of people." Seeing the crowd in front of him, this cruel idiom naturally popped up in his mind.If Ye Zhiqiu could grow up normally, he wouldn't be afraid of these amiable, lovely, and hateful villagers. After all, with an adult human body, the elders would be more or less scruples about being ravaged, and the same generation might not have the courage. However, the saddest problem is that he himself has not grown up, not only has he not grown up, but his appearance at the age of six is ​​still fleshy, and the flesh on his cheeks is so tender!It seems that even if he wants to resist, he can only protest weakly in his heart.

"Mom, I'm in a hurry to pee, you guys go back first, I'm going to the bathroom." Ye Zhiqiu turned around, trying to escape by peeing.

"We're all home, bear with it, there are so many uncles, aunts, grandparents waiting for us, how can we make the elders wait so long?" Wei Xiuhui didn't seem to see the crying on Ye Zhiqiu's face With a tearless expression, he grabbed Ye Zhiqiu by the collar and dragged him back.

"Mom, you're trying to push me into the fire pit! I'm afraid I'll kill you from the front, and you won't recognize your lovely son from the back." Ye Zhiqiu cried and begged for mercy.

"How could you not recognize me? You are my obedient son?" Wei Xiuhui remained unmoved at all, and her grip on Ye Zhiqiu's hand became tighter.

"Dad, help!" Ye Zhiqiu could only turn his head to Ye Jiaming, hoping that the head of the family would act like a king and save himself, the future head of the Ye family.However, before the tears he brewed fell, Ye Jiaming turned his head directly and said something that made Ye Zhiqiu despair: "In this village, your mother is in charge."

"Despise you!" Ye Zhiqiu could only vent his dissatisfaction with staring eyes and pointing fingers, what made Ye Zhiqiu even more depressed was that Ye Jiaming who turned his head could not see at all.

"Here we come." An old man with a white beard standing at the front of the crowd saw Ye Zhiqiu's family and suddenly called out loudly.

Hearing the cry, all the villagers looked at Ye Zhiqiu in unison. When they saw Ye Zhiqiu, who was carved in powder and carved like a flying dragon with a fleshy face, a ray of light shot out from everyone's eyes. Caressing the light, joy, fanaticism, doting, smiling and all possible expressions are displayed on their faces.

"This old village chief, why are you shouting so loudly if you have nothing to do! I'm not afraid that the wind will block your tongue." Being stared at by everyone, and still staring at him with lustful eyes, Ye Zhiqiu shuddered fiercely, His legs almost fell to the ground.The old man standing at the front, if he remembered correctly, was the village chief who ravaged him the most before. Thinking of his sonorous voice just now, he couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

"Everyone line up, come one by one, don't crowd, everyone has a share. Whoever dares to crowd will be disqualified immediately." The village chief's next words almost made Ye Zhiqiu faint directly in Wei Xiuhui's arms.

Following the order of the village chief, the villagers spontaneously stood behind the village chief and lined up. After the crowd calmed down, the team lined up from the head of the village to the end of the village in a somewhat exaggerated manner. The more "slutty" and "slutty" you are, the more "slutty" and "slutty" you are, and the more shameless you are.

"...Grandpa, you don't have to do it like this!" Looking at the long line, Ye Zhiqiu was so frightened that his little face turned green. He wanted to walk all the way so fearlessly, and when he got to the end of the line, he could transform into a glorious form. Become a pig, crawling home with a pig's head on his head.

"Village chief, what is this?" Seeing this posture, Ye Jiaming and Wei Xiuhui were also taken aback, feeling that the enthusiasm of these villagers was a bit too much.

"Hey, Jiaming, Xiuhui, it's been ten years since your family left! You haven't brought the village treasure back once in ten years, we're thinking too hard!" The village head rubbed his hands, and looked at Ye Zhiqiu while talking, With an excited face, he said: "You don't know that the folks who were attached to the blessings of the village treasure back then are living a good life now, and even I, who was about to enter the coffin with one foot back then, live a healthy and healthy life Ten years, and now there is a trend of living younger and younger. No, the folks heard that Cunbao is coming back, and everyone wants to cling to Cunbao's blessings. We all put down our work and waited here. It's been a few hours, you can't refuse."

"Oh, Mom, why are you pinching me?" Ye Zhiqiu raised his head aggrieved.

"It's so miraculous. I've been pinching it for so many years, why haven't I seen any blessings?" Wei Xiuhui raised her palm in disbelief and muttered to herself.

"Let me pinch, too, to see if I can bring some good luck!" Ye Jiaming pinched Ye Zhiqiu's other cheek hard.

"Ouch, Dad..." Ye Zhiqiu wanted to cry but had no tears. He had never seen such parents. Has anyone ever tortured his son like this?

"Grandpa the village chief, that's a feudal 'superstition'. Think about it carefully, how can you be lucky if you 'touch' it?" Ye Zhiqiu tried to persuade the villagers to give up this idea, but he was obviously about to be disappointed. .

"What superstition, it's a fact, old man, I am the best proof." The old man, the village head, extinguished the thought in Ye Zhiqiu's heart with one sentence.

"Do you have to 'touch'?" Ye Zhiqiu asked with a sad face.

"Must!" The village head was not moved by his pity at all, and said firmly.

"Can we do it another day?" Ye Zhiqiu played a delaying tactic.

"No!" The village head replied more simply this time.

"Come on!" Ye Zhiqiu puffed his mouth, with a look of generosity and righteousness, life is like rape, you can't resist, just him... enjoy it.

"Folks, go up!" The village head was the first to go up, and gently pinched Ye Zhiqiu's plump face, and then the villagers came forward one by one, 'kneading', pinching, pinching, pressing, The techniques are more varied than the massage girls in the hotel.

Ye Zhiqiu felt like a piece of meat on a steaming board, even though there were tens of thousands of people, I was alone.