Unexpectedly, the dog was really obedient. It didn't sniff anymore, but bowed its head and lay on the ground, looking like a well-behaved and sensible person.
Stepping on the steps of the bamboo building, listening to the creaking sound of an ancient rhythm, Lin Rou'er and Ouyang Chen were taken to the room where the village chief lived.
As soon as I entered the room, I was hit by a strong smell of medicine that made me almost unable to open my eyes. In the summer room, there was still a fire burning in the brazier, and a ceramic pot was simmering on the fire, and something was cooking inside.
What, that smell comes from that clay pot.
"Is the village chief sick? The smell of medicine in this room is so strong!" Lin Rouer pinched her nose and fanned away the smell with her other hand.
The old lady sighed deeply: "Isn't that right? Ever since that scoundrel entered the mountain, the old man has been ill and has not been able to live well until now."[
After the old lady finished speaking, she opened the door curtain with blue background and white flowers, walked into the inner room, and said to the people inside: "Old man, someone has been sent down from the mountain to invite you. What do you think we should do? Do you want Axia to come?"
As soon as the old lady finished speaking, she heard a violent cough, and an old male voice said: "Go... go... let Axia accompany them... for a trip, this Torch Festival... is... a must...
It’s done.”
The old village chief said intermittently, and the old lady walked out without saying anything else, and then said apologetically to Ouyang Chen and Lin Rou'er: "I'm sorry, you two, the old man is really too sick to even get out of bed.
I have no choice but to ask you two to go find Axia. He is the next village chief of our village. Now that my old man is seriously ill, I discuss everything with him in the village."
Ouyang Chen didn't say anything else. He just said to the old lady: "Madam, it's our fault. We shouldn't bother the village chief at this time. I'm sorry. It's just that the village chief is sick. Why didn't you ask the doctor to take a look?"
"Alas, we Lanyan clan members have always treated themselves when they are sick. Well, isn't the medicine simmering in the brazier the old man's medicine? He has a heart disease. If Atong is at home, he will..."
"A Miao, what are you telling... outsiders?" The old village chief seemed unwilling to let others know about his family's affairs, and hurriedly stopped the old woman.
"Okay, I won't tell, I won't tell, I'll take them to A-Xia's house right now." The old lady picked up her blue apron and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and took Ouyang Chen and Lin Rou'er out the door.
Although both of them felt a little baffled, they didn't want to continue asking questions, lest they make the old village chief unhappy.
After exiting the bamboo fence gate, the old lady led them towards Axia's home.
Along the way, I met many adults and children, men and women. Whether they were carrying water, playing, or washing clothes, they would smile at the old lady and ask: "Aunt Amiao, is the old village chief feeling better?"
Have you gone home yet?"
The old lady known as Aunt A Miao would also respond with a smile: "It's better, it's better. Thank you for your concern. Atong will be back soon."
Lin Rou'er had actually noticed that the smile on the old lady's face was far-fetched, but she couldn't say anything to her. People always like to show off their face in front of others, and they must never let others see anything wrong.
Arriving at the bamboo door of Axia's house, the old lady turned around and said goodbye: "You two, the old man is at home alone. I'm not worried, so I'm going to take a step forward. You go in to find Axia..."