Suo Jinling

"Two liang of golden lion, three liang of silver deer flower, one liang of snake slough grass, three times a day with warm water..."

The sun was shining brightly at noon, the fragrance of flowers was blowing in the wind, and the silk strands melted into the tip of the nose, and the rocking chair creaked and dangled in the courtyard.

The people below couldn't sit still, got up and glared angrily: "You didn't look at me at all, and you didn't check my pulse, so how do you know what to use!"

The people next to him hurriedly pressed him: "Why are you messing with him? He is a He family with Guanyin's blood. If he is willing to show you, he will burn incense. You are still showing off your power..."

With a snap, the rice paper was snapped shut.

The sound of the rocking chair stopped suddenly, and the rice paper was gradually opened, revealing a blue lake, the color is as light as glass, the pupils are the size of pinpoints, and when staring at people, it is indifferent and indifferent, like a handful of eternal snow.

"It's fine if you don't want to look at it." He Zhongyin stretched out his finger, pinched it twice randomly, kneaded the prescription into a ball, and crushed it under his feet, "Next."

"you!"

"Forget it, let's go, let's go, he has such a temper, he will never show it to you today, come back in two days, come back when his sister is here, he only listens to his sister... ··”

"Humph."

He Zhongyin rolled his eyelids halfway, and let out a cool snort.

"Fathers and folks, I, He Zhongyin, have three rules. You are too old to remember, so I will say it again today." He Zhongyin leaned back, leaned back on the rocking chair, and the rocking chair creaked, "Don't believe me Those who are self-destructed from others will not be treated, and those who are not from the same tribe will not be treated.”

He rested his chin on both hands, and showed his white teeth in a smile: "It's useless to beg for mercy, do you hear me clearly?"

That day, the He family pharmacy closed early, and when He Lianqiao came to look for someone, her younger brother was still leaning back in the recliner, with one leg half bent and half up, and the other resting on top of it, rice paper covering his face, his fingertips were covered with ink , the robe on his body was wrinkled, and it was obvious that he had been lying on his back all day, and he had hardly stood up.

"Going home," He Lianqiao came over and shook the recliner without saying a word, "I made your favorite glutinous rice balls today, but you still don't want to go home?"

He Zhongyin got up quickly, walked into the backyard, and fiddled with the grass seeds in the soil.

He Lianqiao stomped her feet angrily, chased after him and circled around him: "Brother, my good brother, my sister will apologize to you, don't be angry with my sister again."

"How to make amends?" He Zhongyin sat back, legs crossed into a ball, tilted his head and bared his teeth in a low voice, "Well, throw that guy out and feed the wild dogs, so I forgive you."

He Lianqiao choked, her face turned red and pale, she was embarrassed to face her younger brother, and knelt down behind his back: "I know you won't tell others, but he was covered in cuts and bruises and lost a lot of blood, if he died at that time... I'm afraid I can't survive."

"Sister, you and I are dependent on each other, you don't have to hide it in front of me," He Zhongyin fell back on the ground, looked into his sister's eyes, the eyelashes fluttered slightly, "you—— fell in love with him?"

He Lianqiao was stunned for a moment, her cheeks were burning hot, and her ears were flushed red: "No, no, it's not..."

"Since it's not, my dagger hasn't seen blood for a long time, let's use the blood from his neck to cut it open." He Zhongyin straightened up, shaking the dagger between his fingers, "Since my sister doesn't love him, I'll leave it to my younger brother to practice his skills stop."

He laughed lightly, raised his foot and was about to go out, He Lianqiao couldn't bear it any longer, stomped his foot and said angrily, "He Zhongyin!"

He Zhongyin stood still when he heard the words, and turned around in a daze: "What is it?"

He Lianqiao took a long breath and suppressed his anger: "It's wrong for me to break the rules and treat outsiders. I know you are dissatisfied, but the clan discipline is still there. Those who inherit the blood of Guanyin must taste all kinds of herbs, and they are not allowed to hurt others in their lives. It is only allowed to cure diseases and save people, the blood of Guanyin has not been passed on for several generations, and this time it is awakened in you, you just refuse to step out of this land, and you are not even willing to pass on the family..."

"So what, are you envious or jealous?" He Zhongyin crossed his arms, smiling half a smile, "It is said that we are the descendants of Nuwa, protected by heaven and man, born with different phases and invulnerable to poison, if this rumor is true , Why is it difficult for the clansmen to be displaced and give birth to children, and the clansmen are so few, how many of those who inherited the blood of Guanyin from their ancestors can have a good death?"

He Lianqiao was speechless.

"Sister, if you wish to be a Bodhisattva, no one else can stop you," He Zhong said indifferently, "I only wish to be an ordinary person, and live an ordinary life forever."

In summer, the cool breeze blows and wrinkles the calm lake surface, the willow branches rotate in the wind, and the flying flowers roll up the reeds, blowing over and sticking to the ends of the hair one after another.

"The forehead is blocking the eyes," He Lianqiao's voice was soft, softly touching the heartstrings, "my sister will cut your hair."

There was no reclining chair in the courtyard of He's house, only a simple straw chair. He Zhongyin was not sitting, with one leg half bent and half upright, and the other dangling.

He Lianqiao stood behind his back, with a thin and short dagger slashed like mud, and moved between He Zhongyin's hair. He Zhongyin looked up at people, blinking his eyelashes from time to time, exhaling hot air from his lips, and his broken hair danced up and down, swinging back and forth in front of his eyes.

"You can save him," He Zhongyin exhaled shallowly, his eyes narrowed into a line, "don't allow the bead to tangle in the dark."

He Lianqiao was immediately annoyed, she threw the thin blade away, turned around and went back to the room, and closed the wooden door with a snap.

This hair was cut in half, as if it had been bitten by a puppy a few times. At first glance, it was uneven, but He Zhongyin lifted up a few strands and cut them in a mess. He simply shaved it clean, revealing a smooth forehead.

He didn't go back to his room to sleep, he pulled a grass leaf and threw it between his lips, chewed it a few times, lay on his back on the roof to bask in the sun, and waited for his sister to make glutinous rice balls.

It is difficult for the witch doctor family to give birth, and it is very easy to kill two people. The newborn fetus is delicate and weak, and needs to be carefully cared for. He Zhongyin has never met his parents. He has been dependent on his elder sister since childhood. Disrespectful to each other, he teases cats and dogs all day long, and loves to tease others. He is very talented in medical skills, and he can be said to be cured by medicine, but he doesn't like to go out, let alone diagnose the pulse of outsiders. The older sister was born cheerful, and disliked being in the clan every day as boring. She loved to go out to play, and picked up some injured birds, rabbits, chickens and ducklings, and made a cloth nest out of cotton balls.

Now it's really getting worse... I picked up all the people, kept them in the bedroom and took care of them with all my heart, feeding three meals a day to my mouth.

He Zhong snorted aloud, out of sight and out of mind, the grass leaves rolled up into a ball and plugged his ears, turned over and lay back to sleep.

Lying like this from noon to night, He Lianqiao knocked on the rice in the courtyard, the sound was so loud that the wooden boards were about to be smashed, He Zhongyin kept yawning, and lay on the roof until midnight, shaking down in a daze, picking up a few They chewed and chewed together, turned over to the roof and lay on their stomachs, looking into the bedroom through the gap.

The tashang man was thick and tall, with tall eyebrows and deep eyes, the narrow mattress couldn't fit a person, and most of the soles of his feet were sticking out.

This person was wrapped in a cloth towel, and there were thin scars on the corners of his eyes and cheeks. At first glance, he looked a little creepy. He Lianqiao was sitting next to him and feeding people medicine. She was petite and usually had little strength. She looked after her wholeheartedly without sleep, the two leaned together, the candlelight was ambiguous, and the affection was overflowing.

He Zhongyin couldn't bear to watch it, and was too lazy to go into the bedroom again. He went to the courtyard and lay down, raised his hand to grab a petal, and the blade of grass scratched his fingertips, and a drop of blood fell.

The withered grass and trees gobbled it up, the drooping branches and leaves gradually stood up, salivating and shaking, rubbing He Zhongyin's fingertips.

He Zhongyin sighed softly, resting his forehead on his knees, fingering the petals, allowing them to suck blood, making them bloom more and more beautifully.

uninteresting.

If he was lingering with others, and singing songs every night, his hairs would stand on end and he would feel sick, it would be better to stab him to death.

Love in the world is really boring. Greed, anger, ignorance and suffering are all born of love, and are hindered by love. Why not support a lonely boat and put your love in the mountains, rivers, heaven and earth.