Peerless Little Mommy: The ghost baby is cute

Chapter 504

I want to ask him, why should I become his?

Even if there is no such thing as Zhang Xing, what classmate Chen Xing, isn't there still a weasel who wants to marry me?If he thinks I'm his, please stand in line.

We always talk about first come, first served, right?

But his smile was too lazy and quiet, which made me reluctant to speak and broke the beautiful tranquility.

A bright white light came in from behind the man, causing his fair and handsome face to slowly disappear in the bright light.

I watched him finally want to speak, but there was a sharp pain in his shoulder.

The pain was so unbearable that it felt as if it had penetrated into the marrow of my bones. My tears were about to fall, and my eyes darkened as if I passed out.When I woke up again, I couldn't move my shoulders, half of my body was numb, and when I touched it, it was as cold as a stone.

The curtains were opened by someone, and the bright sunlight came in, making my eyes uncomfortable.

I woke up after being illuminated by this light, put on a bird's nest head, put on a coat and went out.At this point, my uncle is probably still sleeping with his head covered, and my aunt must get up early to make breakfast.

When she saw me coming out, her complexion changed involuntarily. She stretched out her hand to wash it under the faucet, wiped it with her apron, and pressed my head, "Qioner, is she sick? Your complexion is so bad."

I don't know the color of my face, probably because of yesterday's nightmare.Some bad complexion should also be, so I don't care much.

It's the numbness in the shoulder that makes me afraid that something is wrong with my shoulder.

"There seems to be something wrong with my arm. It seems to be dislocated. It's cold and numb." I pointed to the arm that was too numb to listen to the brain with my normal finger, and pressed my shoulder behind me. Tingling sore feeling.

My aunt and my uncle are well-matched, and their family is an important family in this Sijiu city that has continued since the Ming Dynasty. Although the craftsmanship cannot be said to be carried forward when it comes to her, it is still not buried.

As for the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, it is expected to hear everything, and it is also related to Fengshui and facial appearance.

She seemed to see the truth, reached out and touched my shoulder, frowning and feeling it.Suddenly, she took off her apron and said directly: "Follow auntie to the hospital, it seems to be really dislocated. But, if you sleep, how can you break your arm?"

I thought about it, and told my aunt that the middle-aged man at the bedside just kissed my side and pressed my shoulders as a dream.

I touched my shoulder, feeling that what just happened was too real.

The man who seemed to be in a dream just pressed my shoulder, and the shoulder was dislocated, and it seemed to make me faint from the pain.Is he a man or a ghost?Or was it really just a dream, and I was too careless when I was sleeping, and my arms were out of joint.

These questions kept turning in my mind, but I couldn't think of a clue.

At the other end, my aunt had already woken up my old uncle and told my old uncle what happened to me in a low voice. Although she said it in a low voice, I heard every word.

My old uncle came out of the bedroom and looked at my face, his eyes were full of shock at first.Then, the old man's eyes turned red, he covered his mouth and cried.

My aunt and I were shocked to see my uncle crying like this.

My aunt asked him, "Why are you crying? Huh? Did something happen?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." My uncle rubbed the space between his brows, as if he had suffered a huge blow, and sniffed his nose a few times, "Ruxiang, go find my dad and ask him to come over. We'll Invite him to dinner, if he refuses to come, just say that Qiong'er is busy. He loves her so much, he will definitely come. "

I was puzzled in my heart, why did my uncle cry when he saw my face?But when I think that he learned the ability of face-to-face from my grandfather, it must be a "look" in the face-to-face technique "Wang Wen Wen Wen Qi" handed down from my ancestors. Look at my face to see what is going on.

what?
Am I dying?

Or is it that I am about to marry a weasel, so my uncle is reluctant?
"I...I've never seen a person's face change so much overnight, you...have you watched TV, the face is black. Ah... Qiong'er, your complexion is fine tonight, but what, It’s totally wrong today.” My old uncle just stared at my face, I picked up the small upside-down mirror in the living room, and took a picture.

It was no different from yesterday, except that he was frightened by a nightmare all night, and his face was a little pale.

Yintang is black, where is Yintang?

Since I can remember this, it was at my grandparents' house, in an old alley house on the west side of Sijiu City.I have been with my grandfather for a while, and as his granddaughter, I know the location of Yintang.

Between the two eyebrows is called Yintang, also known as Quezhong, at the highest point in the middle of the face.The position of Yintang in traditional Chinese medicine is the part related to lung disease. Generally, the Yintang of tuberculosis patients is black.

There is also a person who has one foot in the coffin, and the Yintang is also black.

Because what you look at is Qi, if the seal of a healthy person turns black, ordinary people can't see it.Only my uncle, who knows his face, can tell at a glance whether there is a cloud of black air in my chest.

I feel that when he walks on the street, he has to wear sunglasses, so he can't easily see people's faces.Otherwise, if you accidentally see a calamity, do you not remind yourself out of conscience, or tell others about it by meddling in your own business?

I smiled at the mirror and felt that the pain in my shoulder was getting worse. I really couldn’t tell my uncle that I was fine, so I could only ask him, “I’ve watched TV, and unreliable blind fortune-tellers say The Yintang is black, and it is prone to bloody disasters. Then I...then what happened to me? Could it be related to the dream I had last night?"

"I don't dare to guarantee this. I have to wait for your grandpa to come and see it before I can make a conclusion. But everyone's fortune has its ups and downs. It won't be bad luck all the time, and it won't be good luck all the time. If you suddenly become so unlucky like you, it should be... It should be either a voodoo, or something unclean and powerful. "My old uncle was still hoarse after crying. It seems that he cares about my life and death very much.

My grandfather, that is, my uncle's father.In name, my grandfather was already so angry that my uncle broke away from his father-son relationship because of my uncle's abuse of Feng Shui Yishu.

The two of them, according to my mother, have not seen each other for two or three years.Now because of me, being able to see each other once can be regarded as contributing to a good thing.

"I don't have any enemies, so it's not because someone tricked me. Maybe... Maybe it's those weasels. Didn't you say they are house immortals? They're so powerful, maybe they made my seal black." I was I filtered it in my mind, I just went through the back door and stayed in college for a short time, no one would be so boring as to hurt me.

On the contrary, those weasels who carried the sedan chair in the middle of the night wanted to marry me, but they let me run away.Now maybe he's holding a grudge and planning to kill me.

These round-haired beasts, I didn't recruit them, they came to harm me for no reason.It's best not to let me catch them. If I catch them, I'll cook them all in a pot. Only by stewing can the hatred be relieved.

My old uncle shook his head, he still had that point of view.I did not cause any trouble in these four or nine cities before, but I have been in Shanghai for two years, and I have lost my memory.

Maybe these things were provoked at that time.

At this time, my uncle had already taken a compass to check in the guest room to see if there was really anything unclean.He asked me to stay and sit in the living room, and wait for my grandfather to come back and help me see the broken arm.

I called the class teacher who was in charge of us at the university and said that my arm was broken and I would not be able to go to school for a while.

Probably the school I entered through the back door, or thought I just made up an excuse to not go to class.His attitude was quite indifferent, and he asked me to wait until my arm was healed, and take the medical records to the teacher to clear the absence records.

This fake is the same as no invitation.

But I don't care much about these, compared to the little tidbits that happened when I asked for leave in Yintangfahei school, they are all trivial things.I didn't take it seriously either. After washing with one hand, I sat on the sofa and played "Temple Run" with one hand.

But my mind is still thinking about the man in the dream, he is so kind.When I think of him kindly, I want to hug him, and my heart suddenly beats so fast.

Could it be that I fell in love with him at first sight in a dream?

Where is such a bloody thing, I grabbed my phone and wiped the liquid from the corner of my eye with the back of my hand.There are messy memories in my mind, and I suddenly remembered some memories about Shanghai.

That day I woke up after a serious amnesiac illness. I squatted in the corridor of a residential area in that city in Shanghai. I cried desperately, and after I passed out from crying, I forgot about it.

I……

Why on earth am I crying?

I don't remember anymore...

My grandfather didn't live close by, and the city of Sijiu was always prone to traffic jams, and it was two o'clock in the afternoon.My grandpa just came with my aunt. When my grandpa came, he still had a bird cage in his hand.

There is a "embroidered eye" in it. This kind of bird has emerald feathers, has a lively personality and is not afraid of people.The eye circles are surrounded by some obvious short white fluffy feathers, and the distinctive white eye circles are called "embroidered eyes" by bird-raising craftsmen.

It is my grandfather's favorite species since he has been raising birds for so long. Every morning when he walks around the park, he has to take it with him.

It is estimated that he was caught by my aunt on the way of walking the birds, and then brought him to my uncle's house, including the man and the bird.

I saw my master enter the door stroking his long beard, looking radiant.After seeing my face, it immediately smelled worse than shit in a latrine.

He handed the birdcage directly to my aunt, who helped hold it.

"Go and sit down, I'll help you look at the palmistry." My grandfather probably helped me read the palmistry during this face-to-face meeting, so he asked me to stretch out my hand to show him the palmistry.

My grandfather's family inherited it from his ancestors. Generally, when reading palms, the left hand is used.

The old lady broke her left hand, so I had to show him my right hand. He looked at my right hand and thought about it.He grabbed my cold and numb left hand, and hugged my tiger's mouth, "Do you feel it?"

I shook my head, "No, Grandpa."

"There's nothing wrong with your hand, it's just that you've got Yin Qi. I'll help you connect the bones in a while, and you'll be fine with a plaster cast." My grandfather was quite calm, and he looked at the palmistry of my left hand again, with a strange expression on his face. Cold and cold, he said indifferently: "We Qiong'er, are we laying Gu on people, or Miao Jiang's golden silkworm Gu, heh, you are so courageous, dare to touch my granddaughter."

I thought my grandpa's old-fashioned look was a bit funny, but I held back my laughter and asked him: "Who can play tricks on me? I didn't mess with anyone."

My grandfather didn't answer me, and asked my uncle to get the lottery.

The lottery was held by my uncle, and my grandfather opened the bird cage, and the "embroidered eyes" inside just flew out of the cage.It was so spiritual that it didn't fly away, but flew to the top of the stick and took out a tiny bamboo stick.

My grandfather took a look at the bamboo stick in Xiuyan'er's mouth, narrowed his old eyes, and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Who else can there be except your heartless father, who wants to curse to death?" you."

(End of this chapter)