"Uncle Xu," Jilian Bino saluted, "my nephew has a request. Can you change the three long and two short of the ringtone? It's really unlucky. I haven't even entered the door yet, and I'm about to be beaten by you.
The sound of the piano was so confusing that he died of heartache."
The man called Uncle Xu still lay still, but said with a smile: "Bie Nuo, don't make trouble. My formation has been going on for decades, and those who know the three pros and two shorts will live well." Pause.
After a while, he smiled again and said: "You are going to get married soon, now you know how to come to me to ask for good luck?"
This handsome man is Xian Wu Gu, Ji Lian Bino’s uncle and Junior Brother of Master Ji Yuan. This man was not born without bones, but there was something wrong with the bones of his spine in his mother’s womb. Although he was raised by his father after he was born,
Abandoned by his mother, he unexpectedly grew up in Zhuiyun Valley.
God is really jealous of his beauty. He has a face that charms all living beings, but he can only live in bed all his life.
Although Jilenbino and this uncle were of different generations, because he was handsome and always had such an ageless appearance, he never regarded him as an elder. In fact, Xingwugu was already nearly fifty years old, but he still seemed like an elder.
A young man in his twenties.
Everyone took their seats, Hua Yi and Jasmine stood far away. Hua Yi was still panting and heart palpitating.
Jilian Bino introduced Yan Weier and his younger sister Ji Lianweiyu to Xunwugu and Fenghua: "I really want to trouble Uncle Xu when I come here this time." He described the process and symptoms of Yan Weier's amnesia:
“I wonder if giving silver needles would be beneficial in this situation?”
Miss Fenghua smiled slightly, and gently placed her slender fingers on Yan Wei'er's pulse. After a moment, she nodded to Xianwu Gu: "You can use the acupuncture."
Yan Wei'er listened for a long time and finally understood that Jilian Bino went around in such a big circle to treat her illness: "Really? Then I can recover my memory?" She looked at the Fenghua girl, and then
Looking at the man who was so beautiful that she felt ashamed.
Xianwu Gu shook his head: "I can only open up your meridians and reduce the chance of getting sick. As for memory, some people will naturally remember it immediately after receiving some kind of stimulation, while some people can only recall some fragments, and even worse.
, I will never remember anything that happened before in my life.”
Yan Wei'er's eyes dimmed and she thought to herself, if other people lived for fifty years, they would have fifty years of memories, but if she lived for fifty years, she would only have thirty years of memories, so she would suffer too much.
Jilian Bino stretched out his hand to gently hold Yan Wei'er's hand and comforted him: "I am your memory. I will tell you slowly in the future."
The corner of Xu Wu Gu's lips curled up, and he chuckled: "The cold-hearted young master also has this day."
Jilian Bino counterattacked: "It can't be compared to Master Xu and Miss Fenghua. She is in you and you are in her. What kind of peerless love is this?" He turned to Weiyu and said: "Weiyu, these two people
, you should be familiar with it.”
Ji Lian Weiyu was confused. He searched through his memory and couldn't recall any memory. He murmured: "Am I the same as Wei'er and have lost my memory?" Anyone who has met these two people will definitely remember them deeply.
.If you forget, it can only be explained by amnesia.
Jilianbino stood up, approached a vase, picked up a small flower that looked brightly colored, and whispered: "The richness of summer, the lightness of autumn..."
Ji Lian Weiyu lost his voice and said: "Xu Meng Hua?" He even forgot the honorific title "everyone", he just felt that he was beyond surprised.
Ji Lianbienuo handed the little flower to Yan Wei'er: "You didn't expect that Xu Menghua and everyone are not one person, but two people. When Uncle Xu dreamed of Miss Fenghua, he was the Xu Menghua everyone in the eyes of the world...
…”
Yan Wei'er was also stunned. She felt that this poem was very familiar. Holding the little flower in her hand, a vague image gradually emerged in her mind. On a big ship, she was sitting in front of the zither playing the zither, and the smooth and beautiful music of the zither floated in the air.
Outside the cabin, it is pleasant to the ears.
She couldn't help but get up and sing softly:
Summer is thick and autumn is light. In the morning and evening, geese are flying. The flying geese are sleepless.
People are close, but the heart is far away. The water is close to the mountains, but the fragrance is far away. Who pities the fragrance?
Miss Fenghua sat in front of the guqin and played with her delicate hands. A string of melodious notes slid out like silk, as if wrapped around Yan Weier's a cappella voice. It was the ultimate tacit understanding and the ultimate beauty.
Like the crisp oriole bird, flying in the morning mist, or like the orchid in the empty valley, blooming alone, fresh and spiritual.
Ji Lian Weiyu couldn't help but join in the lyrics. Her voice was different from Yan Wei'er's clear and crisp voice, and was soft and beautiful in a different way. The harmony of the two of them, rising and falling together, high and low, was really nice to hear.
The most amazing thing is that the sound of Miss Fenghua's guqin can match both the crispness of Yan Wei'er and the softness of Wei Yu, and blends the two voices together just right.
At the end of the song, the lingering sound lingers in the air and fills the intestines.
"This libretto has reached its peak today." A boneless voice said.
Ji Lianbino didn't expect that when he came to see his junior uncle for acupuncture, the whole room was filled with a little tune. He was familiar with Weiyu's singing, but he didn't expect Wei'er to sing so beautifully.
But he was no longer as surprised or shocked as when he first saw her dancing "Yan Shang" on the grassland.
Yan Wei'er seems to be a treasure house, inexhaustible and inexhaustible. At any time, it will surprise people, such as that night, when she played the zither music with skillful fingering. Like today's surprise, she sang a libretto leisurely.
Tactful.
Uncle Lian Xu, who never praised others, sighed: "This libretto has reached its peak today."
That is the highest compliment.
In a little song, everyone instantly added a lot of friendship. Especially Miss Fenghua's love for Yan Wei'er and Ji Lian Weiyu, she made no secret of it.
"How great would it be for us to have such a pair of daughters?" Miss Fenghua did not shy away from suspicion and acted coquettishly towards Uncle Xu in front of everyone.
But these words frightened Yan Wei'er and Ji Lian Weiyu, and both of them felt strange. Originally, everyone thought that Xu Menghua should be a woman, and an extremely charming and elderly woman.
It is possible to write such words.
No one has ever seen Xu Menghua.
Nowadays, Xu Menghua is just two people, but from the tone of girl Fenghua, she seems to be how old she is. And she and the handsome man lying motionless are obviously in their early twenties.
Ji Lianbienuo knew that the two little girls were confused and did not explain. He only said: "You two, please don't worry about your daughter. You should cure my future wife's illness for me first. I won't suffer your consequences in vain."
Soul Song's toss."
"Bie Nuo, let's discuss something." Girl Fenghua said charmingly: "We will help you cure Wei'er. The first daughter you gave birth to after your marriage will be given to us to play with."
Ji Lianbeino looked at Xianwugu dumbfounded: "Uncle Xu, have I fallen into a den of thieves? My nephew hasn't gotten married yet, but you are thinking about my daughter first..."
Yan Weier's face had already turned red with embarrassment and she didn't dare to talk to him.
"It's not a bad thing, Bie Nuo." Xianwu Gu was still lying leisurely, without the posture of a patient at all. He just felt that he was just right lazy: "We will accept her as our disciple and let her live with us. You will still be her."
My parents. No matter what, Fenghua and I have to find someone to pass on our skills..."
It sounded good, and it seemed like he had taken a huge advantage. But Ji Lianbino's words were vague: "First, let's cure Wei'er's disease. If this mother hasn't been cured yet, how can she get a daughter?"
Xunwugu and Miss Fenghua looked at each other, smiled, and shook their heads: "Sure enough, I'm not a man willing to suffer losses. Forget it, let's talk about it then." After saying that, Miss Fenghua went into the back room and took out a delicate box, which she opened to reveal various kinds of things.
Silver needles of different sizes and lengths.
Yan Wei'er sat on the stool in front of the bench with her eyes closed.
Miss Fenghua didn't know what means she used to help Xingu Gu sit up, so that no one could see anything unusual. After Xingu Gu sat up, he was even more beautiful and elegant. Miss Fenghua stayed by his side, keeping her hand on his
On her back, her appearance is by no means as beautiful as the empty bones, but it is a strange combination that is a perfect match made in heaven.
During the entire acupuncture process, Xian Wu Gu gently closed his eyes with a trace of worry on his face.
After a long time, his tone was very calm: "Actually, intracranial congestion cannot be drained with silver needles, but I have adjusted her meridians and opened acupuncture points for her, but remember, she cannot be angry."
Yan Weier said with a smile: "Nuo, did you hear that? I can't be angry. You have to remember?" With a proud look on his face: "This disease is very good."
Ji Lianbeino thought to himself that he was afraid of this. If a scary scene appeared one day, it would be troublesome, but he said: "I have never taken the initiative to make you angry. It's only you who are angry with yourself."
."
Xunwu Gu breathed a sigh of relief, and with the support of Miss Fenghua, he lay down on the bench again: "On the third day after the Lantern Festival, Wei'er will be given an injection. During this period, if you think of
Whatever happens, you should let it take its course, don't think about it deliberately, and don't stop thinking about it." He then asked Miss Fenghua to get some medicine: "You can stop other medicines and just take this. I will give you the injection.
, you shouldn’t be in so much pain, but remember, let everything take its course and don’t force it.”
As Zen saying goes, let nature take its course and don't force it.
Just like the way of mind, don’t do it intentionally or stop it.
Jilenbino thanked him and led everyone to leave.
Two carriages and servants were waiting outside the courtyard. Just like when they arrived, Hua Yi and Jasmine rode in one carriage, and the other three took another carriage.
Yan Wei'er still held the small flower that Ji Lianbino picked casually in her hand. The color was very bright: "Why do they have so many blooming flowers in their house during this season? Most of the flowers are not blooming in this season."
Quilenbino pointed to the little flower: "Do you see anything strange about this flower?"
Yan Wei'er and Wei Yu looked carefully at the dark purple petals, each petal was embellished with yellow oval patterns, and there were some small velvets, as if they had just bloomed in the morning: "Is there anything strange?"
"Is it fake?" Ji Lian Weiyu looked closer and murmured to himself: "It's obviously a real flower..."
Jilianbino thought of his uncle's ageless appearance and shook his head: "Of course it's not fake. These flowers are picked when they bloom most brilliantly, and then use a special method to stop the process of withering. So this flower