HP Wendy's crossing running account

Xiangjiang Main Island, Sheung Wan.

The former small fishing village has developed into a prosperous town, but it is still a bit far away to talk about the scene of steel buildings in the 21st century.As the most densely populated place for mainland immigrants, Sheung Wan today looks a bit like an overseas Chinatown: there are dense traditional Chinese signboards of different sizes and colors along the street; pedestrians come and go on the road; farmers and fishermen in nearby villages can also be seen Squatting behind the load of goods and selling them; a group of naughty children surrounded the breakfast shop, chirping and playing some games.

On a street full of people of yellow race, a young Caucasian couple stands out.After all, there is a clear distinction between the white circle and the Chinese circle in Xiangjiang.Most Europeans and Americans live in Central, the political center, and the number of times they appear in Sheung Wan can be counted on one's fingers.

Two bold little boys dropped the stones or wooden sticks they were playing with, and trotted a few steps to follow behind the two foreigners.Their inability to discern beauty and ugliness in white people is purely out of curiosity.

Suddenly, as soon as the black-haired white man turned his head, his sharp eyes looked over.The little boys were startled, and were coaxed to run away, but for some reason, their feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and they couldn't move.Where have they seen such a weird thing, they were almost scared to cry.

The blond woman next to the man noticed the situation here.The young lady was very kind, not only apologized to them in broken Cantonese, but also gave them two beautifully packaged chocolates.Chocolates like this are only sold in big shops in Central.

"Do you know where 'Baiji Pharmacy' is?" She asked after coaxing the children.

The little boy's mouth was full of brown-black syrup, and he answered her indistinctly: "I know, it's on the street behind."

The blond woman gave two more chocolates as a reward, and got two little guides.They bounced and led the way, greeted neighbors and shop owners in the surrounding neighborhood from time to time, and turned to a small low shop in a short while.

There is an insincere cloth banner at the entrance of the small shop, with the words "Bai Ji" written on it.

The little boys probably also felt that the facade was shabby, and before they left, they deliberately added: "Mr. Bai is the best Chinese medicine practitioner in Santiao Street nearby. Very good!"

Wendy waved at the children, until they disappeared from sight alive and kicking, then turned to face the "Baiji Pharmacy".

The pharmacy on the street is a tall counter, with a wall of medicine cabinets inside, and hundreds of small drawers with old and new labels on each of them.The light was dim, and it made people feel a little chilly.

"A guest?" An old voice suddenly sounded, "Grab medicine in the front hall, come to the backyard to see a doctor."

Behind the counter, a little girl with braids and plain clothes pointed to the right without seeing the prescription list.Following the direction of her finger, she could find a small narrow door, which seemed to lead to the backyard.A dark blue curtain hung over the door, almost blending with the shadows.

Tom opened the curtain first, and after confirming that there was no danger, he helped Wendy go inside.

"Grandpa Bai, he's seeing a doctor." The little girl called out when she saw them go in.It is not the Cantonese spoken in Xiangjiang, but the Northeast dialect, which is indistinguishable from the Mandarin of later generations.

Wendy was taken aback, but didn't say anything, and continued to walk forward.

After exiting the dark corridor, one came to a sunny courtyard with an osmanthus tree in it, the fragrance was overwhelming.Sitting at the stone table under the shadow of the tree was an old man with a slightly fat body. He wore a long robe and mandarin jacket, but he had no braids. After all, the Qing Dynasty had been dead for 40 years.

"You two, are you seeing a doctor?" Seeing that they were two foreigners, the old man didn't show any signs of strangeness, but was very talkative, "Yo, it's this lady, right?"

He gave Wendy a pulse: "Madam, you are born with a deficiency."

"Can it be cured?" Wendy asked.

"Yes, why not? In this world, any disease can always be cured. If the body is sick, it can be cured with herbs, and if the heart is sick, it can be cured with heart medicine. In short, all diseases can always be cured, but sometimes It’s just that you can’t get the right medicine.”

He said it so lightly that Tom could not believe it.He put a medicine bottle on the table and cast a translation spell. "Don't lie to us, old man. Did you get this thing out of here?"

The old man hissed, opened the bottle and smelled it.A medicinal smell mixed with magic power, an imitation of 'Citrus One'.

"It turns out that the counterfeit product has met the right owner. I am disrespectful and disrespectful." The old man cupped his hands, but he didn't see much shame. "Your company's medicines are expensive in Xiangjiang, and ordinary people can't afford them. They did it for the benefit of the neighbors and old people." These ointments have no other meaning."

"Don't quarrel with him, old man." Wendy followed and cupped her hands, "We're here to see a doctor."

"You are a Chinese wizard, and we are British wizards. We are all wizards, so it's better to be honest." After Tom finished speaking, he learned how to clasp his hands and sat next to Wendy.

The old Chinese doctor didn't think it was disobedient, so he made a gesture, and saw a teapot and three teacups "kicking and tapping" running over, jumped onto the table and started to boil water and make tea.

"Your disease seems to be due to both qi and blood loss, but since so many good medicines are useless, there must be other diseases."

"What lesion?"

"The soul is unstable. I can heal if you don't have enough qi and blood, but I can't heal if you are unstable. You have to go to the southwest to find the Liu family, the one with the Han surname Liu Miao and the surname Gie Xiao. They study the soul. Then there are people who draw symbols on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. That family, their ancestors knew... that what... yes, time and space."

"Yishi?"

"That's right, that's the name. I'm too old to remember things." Old Mr. Bai smiled, and gave Tom and Wendy a cup of tea each, "When the Yixi tribe fought a few years ago, they were kicked out of their nest. They also went overseas for a while. Now that Tibet is still in chaos, they have been hiding with the Zhu family in Sichuan.”

Wendy picked up the cup and took a sip. A gust of hot air warmed from her mouth to her stomach, and then flowed through her body along with her blood. Her eyes lit up. "We have always been in touch with the Yixi people - this tea is good."

"Hey, later on I'll boil water for you with blue wolfberry and purple blood vine, and your heart palpitations will be relieved; but to cure it, you have to go back to the mainland and spend two years with the holy spring of Changbai Mountain. As for the soul ——It’s best if you have an old relationship with the Yixi people, you can let them go to the Liu family, they have a common language among the ethnic groups.”

The old man's unambiguous attitude won Tom's favor. After discussing Wendy's condition, they started chatting.

"Are all wizards in China based on families?"

"Yes. Although China is big, there are only a few deep mountains and old forests suitable for us to live in: the one in Changbai Mountain, the one in Shennongjia, and the one in Kunlun Tianshan. These are the three largest. Those who have the conditions are all families. Those who have the conditions occupy a mountain forest, and those who have no conditions live with ordinary people. Mongolia, Tibet, and the southwest are considered the territories of ethnic minorities. They call us heretics, and we also look down on those who forcefully pretend to be gods and ghosts, and have fought against each other for thousands of years in order to grab the top of the mountain."

"You know the other wizarding families quite well."

"There are so many people coming and going, and there are always news exchanges on weekdays." The old man patted the table, and immediately a fiery red carp emerged from the small pond next to it, floating on the water with its mouth wide open, as if waiting Keep feeding.

The old man made a pen and paper out of thin air, wrote a note, rolled it up and stuffed it into the fish's mouth.I saw that carp disappeared into the water after a few strokes.

After about 10 minutes, the fish came back, jumped out of the water and spit the reply letter on the table.Miraculously, the letter paper was not stained with water.

"You see, apart from being inseparable from water, it is very convenient."

"Indeed, it's much faster than our owl." Tom praised.

"You guys. The last time you white wizards came to China was hundreds of years ago." The old Chinese doctor said jokingly, "Persuading us to join the "Secrecy Act"."

"I remember that China is a region that has not joined the "Secrecy Act."

"Because it's not necessary." The old man waved his hand. "We have always lived in seclusion. Small hermits live in the wild, and big hermits live in the city. In short, they all live in seclusion. However, the situation has been turbulent in recent years, and young people think differently from us."

"What's the difference?"

"Participate in ordinary people's affairs. Sports, sex, national salvation, and this party and that party. Then Japanese wizards came in..." He stopped talking suddenly, as if something bad was happening memories.

Wendy suddenly said: "I heard that your accent is from the Northeast, so you didn't move to Xiangjiang from Changbai Mountain in the 30s, did you?"

The old man raised his eyes and glanced at Wendy: "Madam is a hand at China. To be honest, my old son didn't exist at that time..."

At this moment, the little girl in the front hall suddenly yelled crisply: "Grandpa Bai, Brother Ge Feng is back."

Before the words were finished, a young man in a suit and leather shoes walked into the small courtyard.He is very handsome, handsome, high-spirited and recognizable across races, a typical upper-class appearance. "Yo, grandpa is sick." He smiled frivolously, "It's still two foreigners."

"Outrageous!" Grandpa Bai reprimanded him.

Bai Gefeng shrugged his shoulders, accepting the criticism, but his eyes were unruly.

"Ooh," said Tom slowly. "You hate foreigners?"

The effect of translating the incantation made Bai Gefeng pause for a moment, but he immediately shrugged again and replied, "I don't dare. But I hate foreigners like Japanese wizards." The subtext of this sentence is "Even wizards also have May be the enemy", fully expressing his wariness.

Tom's eyes flashed. This young man looked like an angry youth, but his words were smooth.

Old Mr. Bai was so angry that his grandson acted like a rascal, he blew out his beard and wrote a prescription for him. "Decoct the medicine, don't fool around outside all day long."

"Let me see. Good guy, blue wolfberry, purple blood vine, and water ganoderma. This prescription is not cheap. We don't have many medicinal materials from our hometown. Use a little less. Grandpa, you are really willing. The consultation fee is charged. ?"

"Go! Why are you talking so much?!"

"Tsk tsk." Bai Gefeng waved a spell, caught the tea cup thrown by his grandfather, and the tea that had been spilled in the air flew back into the cup automatically.He drank the tea in one gulp before leaving with the prescription.

"Huh~huh~" The old man was so angry that his liver hurt. "My incompetent grandson," he said, "is an activist, and he hasn't learned from his father's lessons at all. Times have changed, people's hearts have changed, and I can't understand their young people."

Tom rubbed the ring on his finger thoughtfully.