I want to live, get married

A group of people hit the street to eat lunch, and went straight back to Ma's Medical Center.

The charcoal fire in the charcoal basin flickered on and off, flickering scarlet fire.

Bored, Liu'er fiddled with the charcoal ashes scattered beside him with tongs to make it burn more thoroughly, until the inside and outside of the medical hall was roasted very warm.

Sometimes he couldn't bear to get up and look into the barrel that was placed due north of the house.

I saw the grey-green "Iron Armored General" lying on the bottom of the bucket safely, maybe because the house has warmed up, it is much more active than when it was brought back earlier, and it is no longer a listless look. Not alive, even wandering around the bottom of the barrel occasionally.

Carefully guarding the Feng Shui bureau, Liu'er finally felt at ease.

He squatted down in front of the wooden barrel, and muttered: "Little bastard! Little bastard, please make sure to bless your family teacher in the gambling house with a lucky star, and you will win every bet..."

"If this little thing of yours is really effective, I will definitely catch small fish and shrimps to offer to you tomorrow, and I will definitely fight for your breath! Do you know? Whether it will be successful or not is entirely up to you."

Although Liu'er is not sure whether this Mr. He, who is highly respected by his master, is really a descendant of Gambling Immortal.

I don't know if he is really as proficient in the secrets of gambling as the master said, but I still sincerely hope that the "please luck Fengshui Bureau" he has set up will have a miraculous effect and help the master to be invincible in the gambling game today.

In the winter months, the days are short and the nights are long, and before you know it, it's already dusk.

Everyone was looking forward to Ma Langzhong returning from the gambling house earlier, but there was no sign of anyone after waiting.

Liu'er still stayed by the wooden barrel in the corner of the room, guarding the "Iron Armored General" firmly.

The warm air in the room only made him drowsy.

There was a slight smile on the boy's face, as if he had encountered something happy...

……

In a trance, he seemed to hear a woman's kind voice.

"Liu'er, why are you still sleeping late? The sun is almost drying your butt, come and have a look! See what good things I bought for you!"

He opened his eyes and saw his wife standing in front of him with a basket on her arm, exactly the same as when she went out to buy vegetables before.

Looking at him lovingly, he still held an oiled paper bag in his hand.

Needless to say, he must have brought himself freshly baked roast chicken from Yan's shop.

"Master...Master Wife..." Liu'er was both surprised and happy when he saw the kind and friendly person in front of him.

Suddenly his nose was sore, his eyes felt hot, and he didn't know where he felt wronged and sad, "Where have you been these days? Liu'er misses you so much!"

"Ouch!" Seeing Liu'er's childish expression, the teacher gave a doting smile.

Feigning anger and criticizing him: "Look at how old your child is, you still wipe tears every now and then, isn't Master just going out to buy some food! As for it?"

As he spoke, he shook the oil-paper bag in his hand towards Liu'er's eyes.

"Why are you still standing there? Get up quickly! Your favorite Yan's roast chicken won't taste good when it's cold."

Just as Liu'er stretched out his hand to pick it up, he didn't want a figure to fly past his eyes and snatch the oiled paper bag from his wife, causing him to miss it.

Taking a closer look, I don't know which corner the master came out from. Although the little old man has white hair all over his head, he is still energetic and looks like an old urchin.

"Ha, ha, ha...", the old man's hearty laughter pierced his ears.

He intentionally teased his lazy little grandson, he opened the oil-paper package with his hand, and picked out a plump roasted chicken leg.

Without saying a word, I tore it off, stuffed it into my mouth and took a big bite, only to bite so that my mouth was full of oil.

He also teased with a smile on purpose: "Hey, you are lying in bed, this roast chicken is mine! It's not for you."

Seeing that the fat chicken in his hand is gone, Liu'er is not willing to do anything.

He jumped up from the bed angrily and shouted: "Master, you are disrespectful, how can you compete with your disciples and grandchildren for food! The roast chicken was specially brought to me by my wife, please return it to me quickly."

Saying that, he got up and chased after him, but the master happened to be a little old man who was not upright, and he usually liked to play around with this little disciple and grandson.

While gnawing on the roast chicken leg, he laughed and said, "Hey, I won't give it to you, I won't give it to you..."

He also shook the chicken leg in front of Liu'er like offering a treasure.

"Come on! Catch me!"

It only made the child anxious and annoyed, but he refused to return the roast chicken to the child, so the grandpa and grandson gathered around the tea table in the house, chasing each other.

"..."

Looking at the old and the young who were all bored and playing around in the room, the mistress smiled helplessly and shook her head, there was nothing she could do about them.

But for some reason, today's master seems to be oiling the soles of his feet, chasing from left to right, blocking him from right to left, and he can't catch up without the strength of the boss.

He clearly felt that the two were very close, but he couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

After laughing for a while, Liu'er couldn't catch up, so he felt bored.

He pursed his small mouth angrily, and complained as if he had been wronged: "Hmph, Master, you are too cunning, and you will make fun of Liu'er. I quit, I... I want to report to Master, see you Still making fun of me."

"Little Lazy, Love Lazy Bed, Roasted Chicken Beauty, Roasted Chicken Fragrance, to the mouth, can't eat, smoky, gone..."

The old naughty boy didn't do anything right, so he made up a little song and sang it triumphantly.

He shook the roast chicken in his hand, stuck out his tongue at Liu'er, and rushed out the door, not knowing where he went.

"Master...look at him, old man! He robbed me of roasted chicken, so please tell me about him!" Anxiously, Liu'er stretched out his finger and pointed in the direction where Master rushed out of the door and yelled.

"Oh... you kid, what's the rivalry with Shigong? It's not like you don't know. He's hard of hearing, so he can't hear what you say." The teacher smiled and comforted Liu'er, telling him not to fight with the old man at home. The naughty boy got serious.

"How can he be a teacher like this! It's lazy to make fun of his disciples." Liu'er complained coquettishly to his wife.

"It is often said that old and young, young and old, he is old and loves to joke around with children like you all day long, so you should be entertaining with the old man, and you have the right to respect the old man."

The teacher's wife still spoke in an amiable manner.

She looked around in the room, and then asked: "By the way, Liu'er, where is your master? I didn't see him when I came back from the street. Where did I go for a while? There are so many things in the medical center. Don't you know how to hold hands?"

"Hmm... I don't know either!" Liu'er scratched her head in embarrassment.

Guessing, he said: "Master, he always likes to tinker with those ancient prescriptions to treat deafness and back of the ear recently. It may be possible to dispense medicine in the back room. Let me help you look."

After saying that, he got up and went to find Ma Langzhong.

"Master, Master... are you in the house?"

Liu'er came to the door of Ma Langzhong's study, "Du, Du, Du..." raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"..."

It was quiet inside, and no one responded.

"Isn't it here?" Liu'er wondered.

But he found that the study room was not locked, so he raised his hand and pushed it lightly. With a "squeak", the door opened, and he entered in response.

Suddenly, he saw Ma Langzhong standing with his back against the wall in front of the bookshelf, holding a thick medical book in his hand, he was fascinated by it, and he didn't even notice someone knocked on the door.

"Hi..." Liu'er breathed a sigh of relief.

Complaining to himself: "Master, you are in the house! My apprentice has been calling outside the study for a long time, but no one has answered. I thought you had gone somewhere! Mistress is looking for you right now! Hurry up!" go!"

But Ma Langzhong still stood in front of the bookshelf, as if he didn't hear Liu'er's words at all, and kept a posture motionless like a log.

I don't know what the master is doing, it's not like this to be addicted to medical books!

He ignored the words of others, and didn't even bother to reply.

If he said that he couldn't hear clearly through the door outside the study and didn't agree, but now he was standing in the room talking to him, and he didn't even turn his head, it was just too strange.

He raised his voice and shouted: "Master—Father——, Mistress is looking for you, do you hear me?"

"...", Ma Langzhong remained motionless.

It's hard to say what's wrong, Liu'er only felt that everything around her was weird, and a biting cold rose from the soles of her feet and spread to her whole body.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the master in front of him. His back was motionless like a wooden stake, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

He swallowed hard and reminded again nervously: "Master...Master..."

At this time, Ma Langzhong finally reacted. He turned around numbly and faced Liu'er, but his eyes were empty, his face was expressionless, and he stood there like a puppet, not saying a word.

"Master, what's the matter with you..." Seeing Master's abnormal behavior like losing his soul, Liu'er was extremely worried, and he took two steps forward to find out.

Then he stretched out his hand and tugged at the corner of Ma Langzhong's clothes, and said in a trembling voice: "Master...Master..."

Suddenly, those expressionless eyeballs moved, staring at Liu'er firmly.

His eyes were straight, as if he had something to say but couldn't say anything, staring at Liu'er like a light on his back.

The familiar faces on weekdays seem to suddenly become so strange at this moment, as if they have never known each other.

Liu'er felt that a bucket of cold water had been poured on her head, and the blood in her body was instantly extinguished, and her inner peace suddenly collapsed.

Even taking deep breaths, he couldn't calm down the fear and shock in his heart at this moment.

Suddenly, the "Master" in front of him began to look ferocious, and the bright red blood flowed out from the seven orifices, gradually becoming bloody and bloody.

The corners of his mouth were split at a strange angle to the roots of his ears, exposing his thick white teeth and making a terrifying grin.

He suddenly stretched out his bloody withered hand from his cuff, and grabbed Liu'er's shoulder tightly.

His throat seemed to be stuck by something, and he let out a "gululu" neigh, and squeezed out an indistinct voice with great difficulty: "It hurts..."

"Help, help..."

On weekdays, she was terrified of blood, but Liu'er was frightened by the scene in front of her.

"Do not--"

With a cry of surprise, he threw off the shackles of "Master", and ran away.

Turning around, I don't know why I ran to a wasteland, surrounded by mist and mist, not even a single person.

Liu'er looked around, panicked and didn't know where to go, turned around again, and suddenly found his wife and teacher smiling kindly at him standing in the wild smoke and weeds.

Seeing the two elders who are the kindest and most loving to her, Liu'er's flustered heart was finally settled down.

As if he was holding on to a life-saving straw, he ran in the direction of his wife and master without hesitation.

While running, he yelled: "Master, Master, where have you gone! Hurry up and save Master! There is so much blood, Liu'er is so scared!"

But what was waiting for him was not the warm embrace and caring greetings from his wife and master.

The two people in front of him were like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, causing Liu'er to rush into space, and he fell headfirst to the ground, the whole world collapsed in darkness, submerging everything like mountains and seas.

……

"Hiss..." The tingling sensation from both arms made Liu'er snort.

After waking up, he found that he had fallen asleep lying on the table in front of the table at some point. At some point, the sky outside the house had already darkened.

He felt that both arms were numb by the pillow, and the charcoal basin was still "crackling" burning, bringing warmth to the room, mixed with the smell of old wood, which made people's mind dizzy.

In a trance, I can't distinguish between reality and fantasy.

He stretched out his hand and slapped himself in the face. The real pain made Liu'er sure that it was just a nightmare.

"Hello...", Mr. He's voice suddenly rang in his ears, bringing Liu'er's thoughts back to reality.

He asked in puzzlement, "Why are you slapping yourself for no reason, brat? Are there still mosquitoes in winter?"

Suddenly recalling those unpleasant scenes in the dream, Liu'er felt very unlucky, so she didn't want to say more.

He just prevaricated nonchalantly: "No...it's nothing, I just fell asleep accidentally just now, and my mind is just not clear."

All day long, He Qingqing and Liu Yanhan accompanied Liu'er to wait quietly in the Ma's Medical Center, waiting for Ma Langzhong to return from the gambling house, but there was no one there.

At this moment, Liu Yanhan was already anxiously waiting. She paced up and down the window impatiently, and opened the window from time to time to look forward to the intersection outside, only hoping that Senior Ma would come back soon.

He Qingqing, who was sitting beside the table, was also waiting impatiently. Seeing Liu Yanhan turning around in front of her eyes, she could only greet her and say, "Mr. Liu, don't look, the window has been lifted eight hundred times by you. Just sit down and wait a little longer!"

"No, sitting down is nothing to do anyway, I might as well stand up and take a few steps."

The prescription for old man Gao's life-saving is very time-consuming, and there is only a three-day deadline. If it is delayed for a long time, he will definitely not be able to keep his sick hand. It has been delayed for two days in Xinggang Town, but the matter has not yet been settled. Yan Han's heart was naturally uneasy.

"Alas..." Seeing that she was anxious and refused to sit down, He Qingqing also sighed helplessly, and she turned to question Liu'er: "Hey, is it true that what you say to a good master counts? Tell him to return it sooner. It's getting dark and there's no one left, so he must have left you, a cheap apprentice, and ran away by himself!"

"You...you are talking nonsense...I am the only apprentice of the master, so he will not leave me behind!"

I was dissatisfied with Mr. He's speculation about his master, and it was even more difficult to accept his saying that the master abandoned him.

Liu'er defended Master again and again: "My master must have had good luck in the gambling game, and he just wanted to win two more hands. He will definitely return when the time comes, and he will keep his promise to the two of you. Don't mess around again, son. Just guessing, no matter what he is, he is also a well-known doctor, not such a dishonest person as you imagined."

"I hope so! He owes Mr. Liu and me to save Fang Zi!" He Qingqing raised his hand and pressed Liu'er's shoulder, half-seriously and half-threateningly.

"If your master runs away, you can't run away, you little devil. The master's debt will be paid by the apprentice. This "snake trusts the child's sore" prescription. Even if you want to find a way, you have to bring it to me. As for his apprentice, I don't believe you don't know anything about it."

"I...I really don't know..." Liu'er waved his hand in panic to deny it.

"These prescriptions for curing sores and boils are all master's exclusive secret recipes. I haven't even learned a single thing. If you ask me for them, my lord, it will be hard for Liuer to die."

"Are you Ma Langzhong's apprentice?" He Qingqing cast a blank look at the young man in front of him, and asked disdainfully, "I've been by his side for so long, why can't I know anything?"

"I... I really have limited talent... I just haven't learned anything, it's... none of your business!" Liu'er pushed He Qingqing's hand away sullenly, and the two of them couldn't say a word in a good tone, but again As if to quarrel.

"Okay, Mr. He, he is a little apprentice, why do you make things difficult for him!" Liu Yanhan on the side fought to smooth things over.

"Anyway, the left and right are waiting until this time, let's wait a little longer, maybe we will be back in a while."

"..."

"..."

He Qingqing and Liu'er rolled their eyes at each other, then they stopped talking, and the three of them continued to wait quietly.

"Dang, Dang, Dang..." There were waves of beating sounds from the street, reminding everyone that it was almost midnight.

As the night deepened, the already cold weather became more and more gloomy, and the north wind was blowing outside the house, roaring like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Liu Yanhan raised the window and looked out, only to see that above the leaden sky, it was so dark that no trace of cloud could be seen, and heavy snow like goose feathers had begun to fall from the sky.

Taking a deep breath, rubbing her cold hands, she thought to herself: "It's really bad weather, the wind and snow road is difficult, Senior Ma will not be delayed on the way back."

Looking back at the room, Liu'er and He Qingqing were already extremely sleepy, and each of them had already dozed off at the desk.

Worried about He Qingqing's physical condition, it is not advisable to stay up late, let alone freeze.

Liu Yanhan patted her on the back lightly, and said softly: "Don't wait, go to the back room to rest, I'll just wait for Senior Ma here."

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, He Qingqing shook her head and refused, "No, I'll wait with you! In case this gambler doesn't mean anything, and runs away at the end, I can help find someone."