In the evening in the east district of the county, people come and go.
Ashu's hands, which were obviously different from ordinary people, were seen almost instantly, and he screamed as if he had seen a ghost.
"God! What, what is this?"
"Is this still a hand? It's so ugly..."
"It must be a monster!"
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Not long after, the whole street was in a commotion, and a circle of people gathered near and far in front of Ashu. Most of them were shocked, scared, and full of disgust.
Those who were brave enough to get closer would see strange malice in their eyes.
No one wants this kind of buzz.
The unprecedented shame made Ashu's face turn red, and then the color quickly faded, leaving his whole face pitifully pale.
He gritted his teeth and held on, never expecting to gain kindness from strangers, so he was not that sad.
When more and more people came over, Ashu shouted loudly: "I am not a monster! I am a human! My parents gave birth to me with a disability, but I will not be like this forever! I..."
"You're so crippled! I'll make you disgusting!"
A loud shout interrupted Ashu's words, and in the next moment, rotten leaves, rotten eggs, and even stones were thrown at him one after another.
Ashu was caught off guard, his thin body shook, but he still stood there, unwavering.
Is it wrong to have no choice about the things brought into the mother's womb? What's wrong with him? His fault is that when he was abandoned by his parents, should he die as they wished?
No, he will not be like this for the rest of his life, and he will not allow himself to live an ignoble life for the rest of his life.
Ashu grinned, not caring at all about the smelly egg liquid on his head and face, and shouted hoarsely: "There is a very good doctor, she said she can cure my hand! Just wait and see! I am
Human beings are human beings just like you!"
This is not what Duan Jiu taught, it is what Ashu has been holding back for more than ten years.
His eyes were red, and he waved his remaining hand and said loudly: "Remember, the doctor who can cure me is Jiang Fang from Langtou Village! When my hand is healed, I will come here again to make you look longer."
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The noise around him suddenly disappeared, and people couldn't help but be quiet for a while, and then they started to laugh and pity, as if they were looking at a madman.
"It's so pitiful that I have such an illusion."
"Who is this sacred person? I've never heard of it."
"Maybe it's some kind of hermit master, or an imperial doctor who retired from old age and returned to his hometown. Do you believe it? Anyway, I believe it."
"If you can get better with your hands, I'll take off your head and give you a stool to sit on!"
"Boy, go back to your mother's womb and try again, maybe you'll be back to normal, hahaha..."
At this time, a few teenagers in shabby but neat clothes outside the crowd squeezed in and said in disbelief: "Ashu, it's really you! What are you doing?"
Seeing that Ashu's face and body were dirty, and his hands that had been shrinking since they met were exposed, the first reaction of several people was that Ashu was being bullied.
The dark-skinned young man in the lead winked at his companions, and everyone immediately protected Ashu in the middle.
He said in a rough voice: "Are you embarrassed that so many of you are bullying a disabled person?"
Someone laughed: "This friend of yours wants to be a normal person and is crazy about gains and losses!"
Some people also kindly advised: "This child must have been deceived. Go to the government to report the case as soon as possible and see if you can get the money back."
Several teenagers were stunned. What do you mean?
Ashu behind him shook his head and emphasized loudly again: "Jiang Fang from Langtou Village, she will heal my hand!"
He is not stupid and would not think that Jiang Fang wanted to become famous in order to do more good deeds. Naturally, he would not say that Jiang Fang did not ask for money.
"Tch~" The onlookers had seen enough of the excitement and dispersed with disdain.
But no matter what, Ashu's fuss, even if it was regarded as a joke, left some traces in the hearts of the onlookers.
The dark-skinned boy was a little surprised and suspected that there was something wrong with his ears. Several of his companions also looked at each other with wide eyes.
It seems that Ashu is crazy.
"Cure your hand? What's going on? Please explain it to me from beginning to end!"
No one noticed that at the door of a dim sum shop not far away, there was a middle-aged man wearing fine fabrics. He looked at Ashu with surprise and a bit of horror.
At first, he thought the boy looked familiar, but when he took a closer look, he couldn't help but be stunned. Plus, those broken hands that he couldn't forget after seeing them once...
It's him, it's definitely him!
The middle-aged man was so ecstatic that he ran away without even the store clerk catching up with him.
"Guanshi Jia, I haven't picked up the cakes you bought yet!"
The group of dark-skinned boys dragged Ashu back to the courtyard in the southern district.
This is a gathering place for poor families, and the people living in the courtyard are the poorest of the poor.
Ashu and his friends depended on each other. They rented a room together and worked as handymen to make a living.
"Brother Da Mao, that's what happened."
Ashu's hand has been re-wrapped, Xiaobai and the haunted house have been pinched off, and only Jiang Fang from Langtou Village has been mentioned. After "accidentally" looking at his hand, he said it can be cured.
Ashu has been clinging to Xiaobai's existence, and even these friends don't know about it.
Zhou Damao's eyes widened, thinking that those who were watching the excitement were right, Ashu was really crazy!
"How much money were you defrauded of?"
Ah Shu shook his head and told the truth: "Sister Ah Fang didn't ask me to give money, she is a nice person..."
Zhou Damao really wanted to shake the water out of his little brother's head.
"No money? Is there such a good thing? Why don't I apply some herbal medicine to fool you?"
"Of course not! Sister Ah Fang said it was incision!"
Ashu was a little embarrassed, feeling that his brain was being looked down upon.
This hand looks like a ball of meat. How can it be cured if it is not cut open?
You have to cut it open!
Everyone was shocked.
Zhou Damao almost wanted to wake up Ashu.
"Ashu, I understand how you want to be like everyone else, but that's impossible. Wake up!"
Ashu couldn't hear this and immediately turned his face: "Shut up! My hand will be fine!"
"I, Zhou Damao, promise you that if you have something to eat from me, you will never go hungry!"
Several other people started to persuade each other: "Ashu, we have never disliked you, don't be stupid..."
"I despise myself! That's it. I'll come back to you when my hand is healed." Ashu turned and left.
How could Zhou Damao let him go? Several teenagers held Ah Shu down again.
Ashu struggled and shouted: "Brother Da Mao, you know, I never spend the night outside."
If he doesn't go back, Xiaobai should be worried.
Zhou Damao growled: "Do you want to go back and die? Okay, if you insist on going back, that's fine. I'll follow you tomorrow, but I want to see who Jiang Fang is! If she dares to harm you, I will beat her to death.
No!"
Siheyuan.
Ashu didn't come back until late at night.
Xiaobai had been absent-minded, so Jiang Fang asked in a few words what Duan Jiu said to Ashu that made Ashu go to the county town.
Qi Ling couldn't help but tremble: "What would Duan Jiu say?"
Jiang Fang frowned, Hei Cha must have bad intentions.
Duan Jiu didn't beat around the bush, and if he didn't tell him, he wouldn't be able to hide it for long.
"Ah, I want that Ashu to go to the county town and spread the word that his hand will be cured by you."
Jiang Fang's face darkened, and he quickly took Duan Jiu's well-boned, fair and slender hand.