Old Injury

[Today, the cake I made was complained by a customer because there was too little sugar, but it tasted the same as usual. 】

The blurred light spots are blurred, showing a bit of dusty temperament.

"Hey, the benefactor, are you here again? Did you change your mind and ask me for fortune-telling?" When the Taoist saw me, he immediately stopped the action of sweeping. Holding the bamboo broom, he touched his mustache and smiled like a philistine, and the dust was gone.

I took the things in my arms into the yard, and stood in front of him: "I want to ask the Taoist priest, do you have services such as enshrining tablets here?"

"The tablet?" The Taoist raised his eyebrows, "Longevity and rebirth are both routines in Buddhist temples, and Taoism does not have these."

I lowered my eyes in despair: "Excuse me." I turned around and was about to leave.

"But!" He suddenly raised his tail, "We can do a dojo, a dojo for blessing, and a dojo for saving the dead, and the effect is the same. And it's very cheap, one-time all-inclusive service, only 3,000 yuan ."

"Death Dojo, if you do this Dojo, will you be able to cast a good baby in the next life?"

"That's pretty much what it means."

I looked at the cloth bag in my hand, tightened my fingers, turned back and handed it to the other party.

"Then please, make a dojo for my child."

The Taoist priest looked at me, then at the cloth bag tightly bound by the thin coat, and asked me carefully, "This is?"

I unwrapped my sports jacket, revealing the white pots and dirt inside.

"My child, who died without birth. These are his... ashes."

"What, what?!"

With a bang, the broom fell to the ground.

The Taoist hurriedly reached out and took the flowerpot, looked up and down, and invited me into the room to sit down and chat.

There are two dilapidated tile-roofed houses in the Guanli. When you enter it, you will feel the darkness in front of you. It takes a little time to adjust to the dim light inside. The furniture in the room is very simple, maybe because of the poor lighting, there is a musty smell. In the corner of the room is a single bed, the quilt is neatly folded, and the sheets are not wrinkled.

Viking put the flower pot firmly on the table, asked me to sit down, and poured me a cup of herbal tea.

"I only have this here, you will drink it." He picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup, and drank it in two sips.

He wiped his mouth and coughed dryly: "Don't blame me for asking more, I need to understand the situation before I start the dojo. This child was gone in a few months?"

I held the cup and stared at the tea stalks floating in it and said, "Five months."

"When did it go away?"

"Seven years ago."

He made a calculation, reported a year, and asked if I was right.

"Yes, this is the year. In winter..." I recalled for a moment and gave the exact date.

Xiangtan was very cold that winter, and it has never been so cold in my memory. The temperature, which has been hovering around zero all the year round, suddenly fell below minus seven degrees, which was unbelievably cold. When I turned around outside, it seemed that my bones were frozen, and the blood would stagnate.

Daoist Daoist Viking stood up, walked to the bedside, pulled out the drawer of the bedside table, and pulled out a white pen with a sense of age, and a crumpled piece of paper.

He licked the tip of the pen and walked back: "Well, do you know the gender of the child?"

"Blood boy."

He wrote them down one by one, and asked about my name, date of birth, etc., and finally snapped the pen cap, carefully checked the information on the paper, and handed it to me: "Look at , no problem, just set up the dojo according to the above. We live in the same mountain, and we are neighbors, so it can be considered a relationship. In this way, I will give you a discount and you will pay two thousand eighty."

I nodded, and without a word, took out the wallet and paid cash.

"Refresh! I'm ready to contact you immediately." The Taoist took the money and counted it carefully, then rolled it into a roll and put it in his arms

He patted his chest, his eyes fell on me again, and the smile on his face receded: "Little friend, your face is worse than the last time you came. I ask you not to worry It's too heavy, why don't you listen? You will be short-lived like this."

I touched my face with my fingertips. It's not that I haven't looked in the mirror recently. My face is really ugly, dark and pale, looking very haggard, and my eye sockets seem to be deeper.

"Thanks, I'll take care."

The Daoist Daoist Weijing stared at me for a while, then shook his head and said, "You just want to be quick, but you don't pay attention at all. Well, I didn't want to mention the mundane things in the past, But I really can't worry about you like this, let me tell you a story."

He started to talk about the book seriously, beginning with "Omega Once upon a Time", and told me a story of sigh, regret, sadness and tenderness.

There used to be an omega. He's good, pretty, and smart, he gets everything he wants, and he likes everything he likes. At the age of eighteen, he met his favorite alpha. Although the other party was not so prominent, he was only the child of a lawyer, but he fell in love with him at first sight and decided to spend his life with him.

What about family opposition? He was free, easy and decisive in his work, leaving no room for leeway. When his family had never woken up, he marked each other with his alpha.

The two can no longer be separated, and even death cannot break their bond. Even if Omega's family was reluctant, they could only grit their teeth and agree to the marriage.

He spent the happiest five years of his life, became a partner with his beloved, and had two children.

"The best dream is nothing more than that," Daoist Weijing's eyes passed through me, cast out the window, and sighed, "It's a pity that the dream is easy to wake up..."

The happy days came to an abrupt end in the fifth year, when the Omega family of three encountered a huge serial traffic accident when they went out to play. Their car was attacked from the front and back, beyond recognition. The driver in the front row died on the spot, and the family of three in the back row, at the moment of the collision, Omega subconsciously tried to protect the baby in the safety seat, and then lost consciousness.

"When he woke up again, he found that he was being protected by someone. His alpha used his body to protect him and the child firmly, but he had no breath." His voice Gradually became hoarse, "When he was sent to the hospital, the doctor said that his entire spine was shattered. He was in terrible pain when he was alive, and his spine was all shattered. It hurts so much."

I saw him talking and the circles of his eyes were red, and I felt something was wrong: "The Taoist..."

"Afterwards, the child was gone. After three days and three nights of rescue, I still couldn't save it." He raised his sleeves and wiped his eyes, "I am that omega."

Even if I guessed the truth, but he admitted it so generously, I don't know what to do.

"I lost all my children and loved ones overnight. I was depressed for two years, just like you are now. One day after two years, I wrote my suicide note to go up the mountain to commit suicide. Walking along Liu An Hua Ming, I suddenly discovered this Taoist temple. At that time, there was an old Taoist priest, my master, with poisonous eyes. At a glance, I could see that I was trying to give up. After that... I saw through the red dust and became a monk." He said a lot of words, his mouth was dry, and he took a long sip of tea.

"...Condolences." The words were too pale, and I didn't know how to comfort him except these two words.

He waved his hand and said indifferently: "What is the mourning, I have long since stopped mourning, it was all decades ago. After I became a monk in Weijingshan, I took the ashes of the two of them. Scatter it into the mountain. After that, every inch of this mountain, this tree, and every inch of land here will be theirs. When I open my eyes, their shadows are everywhere. I have already put it down, and my body is but the skin of my true knowledge. The most important thing." He pointed to his chest, "If they are here, they will always be there."

No wonder Song Bailao couldn't move him, there is his home in this mountain and the people he loves, how could he be willing to leave.

I am grateful that he was able to speak to me. After all, we are not related and not related, so he can solve me without digging his own wounds. And he did so, and of course I couldn't live up to his painstaking efforts.

I got up to leave and bowed to him: "I understand the Taoist priest, the people are gone, the past is gone, let go of what should be put down."

In the past seven years, I actually gave up. A deception by Ningshi turned the past of my pages back and set it on the most unforgettable page.

I made too many assumptions and plans for this dream, and even fantasized for a while... I can also have a happy home. When the illusion was disillusioned and all the presuppositions were empty, the huge mourning that poured out of the heart at that moment was not simply the pain for the children who did not survive.

Maybe there will come a day when I can really let go, a month, a year, a decade... It can be immediately, or it can be a long time later, but not now.

Song Mo's injuries are not serious, and he will be kept in the hospital for a few days for observation. The doctor said that if there is no problem, he will be discharged next week.

I go to accompany him every afternoon and bring him some self-made snacks. Eat a cake, play a few games of flying chess, and I'll read him a storybook for a while, and the afternoon will quickly pass. At about seven o'clock in the evening, he had eaten and was going to bed, and I could go too.

Song Bailao seemed to be busier and busier. Zhu Ruan's marriage and employees leaking secrets were a big blow to Xia Sheng. He came to the hospital to see Song Mo several times, but he came and went in a hurry, without any communication with me, and he didn't even look at me.

Li Xun came often, he would tease Song Mo for a while, and chat with me.

"The wedding of Zhu Li and Ruan Linghe is scheduled for the 18th of next month." After Li Xun coaxed Song Mo to sleep, he tucked the quilt and whispered to me, "They I invited a lot of people this time, as if it was going to be a wedding of the century. I also sent invitations to President Song and Mr. Luo, I really don’t know what they thought.”

Don't think about it, this must be Zhu Li's idea.

He just wants everyone to see his victory, admire his glory, and hate him. In this way, he can derive great joy from it.

"Will they go?" I asked Li Xun.

"Mr. Luo probably won't go, Ruan Linghe's wedding will not invite him, his father's can be considered." Li Xun's tone was full of disdain for the Ruan family, "President Song didn't say anything. I can’t go, but I received the invitation and asked me to prepare a red envelope. I don’t know if I will go in person or send someone to send a red envelope that day.”

"He'll do it himself."

Li Xun was puzzled: "Mr. Song told you?"

I didn't say it, but I can imagine the expression on his face when he received the invitation.

"How can someone like him tolerate such provocative behavior." He will not only go, but also go with great fanfare, I doubt whether he will directly throw the red envelope on Ruan Linghe's face superior.

"You know me very well." The voice fell, and a deep male voice came from the direction of the door.

Li Xun and I looked over at the same time. Song Bailao was leaning against the door, holding the doorknob in his hand. He pushed open the door halfway through, apparently overhearing our conversation just now.

When he walked into the ward, Li Xun stood up consciously, nodded at him, and quietly withdrew.

Song Bailao didn't know where he came from. He casually carried his coat in his hand, unbuttoned the top two shirts, and sweated a lot on his temples and neck.

He sat down beside me, exhaled a long breath, and seemed extremely tired.

Randomly copied his forehead and hair, his fingers were soaked with sweat, maybe he felt that the bite stopper was in the way, he pulled the mask-like device and let out an impatient tsk.

"Trouble."

In public places, all marked alphas and Omegas are required to consciously wear bite guards and collars.

I stared at a storybook by the bed, picked it up and turned a few pages, when I suddenly heard the man beside me say, "Are you still going?"

I looked at him and didn't understand what he meant.

"Don't you want to stay with me?" He leaned over, his eyes drooped slightly, his eyes fell on my nose and mouth, "I'm so disgusting, I'm on the same roof as you Come on down, take a breath of air, how can you stand it?" After speaking, he deliberately blew at me.

There is a salty smell of sweat on the nose, and it seems to have a faint scent of osmanthus.

I turned my face away expressionlessly, put down the book and got up from the sofa chair, without saying a word to him, and left the ward without looking back.

After getting into the car at the entrance of the building, the driver started slowly. And at this moment, very coincidentally, a black Phantom came from the opposite side, we went out, they entered, and the two missed each other.

I knew the car, and I looked at it involuntarily, but the curtains were drawn in the back, so it was impossible to see if Luo Qinghe was sitting in it.

The next day, Li Xun called and said that Luo Qinghe was furious after hearing the news of Song Mo's injury, and quarreled with Song Bailao directly in the hospital. After Song Mo is discharged from the hospital in the afternoon, he will be sent directly to Luo Qinghe to be taken care of by him until he recovers.