The depressed early autumn dusk, the cold water in the clear stream, the flying catkins of reeds, the falling of yellow leaves, the noise of jackdaws in the forest, and the sunset at dusk gave the earth a melancholy color...
From afar, a wisp of sorrowful and low-pitched whistle floated, spreading in the bitter evening light, like weeping and complaining, making people listen to it, and their hearts were filled with knots.
Following the sound of the flute, I could vaguely see a child of about seventeen or eighteen years old playing a green bamboo flute next to a large tree with bare branches and leaves.
In the howling autumn wind, the child was only wearing a simple jacket, and a few dead leaves on the tree were falling in the wind. Everything looked so calm and peaceful.
During the break, the child stopped playing the flute and raised his head slightly. His delicate and handsome face exuded a compelling brilliance, which made people doubt that there could be such a beautiful child in this world.
?
He has clear black and white eyes, the corners of his eyes are slightly raised upward, his eyebrows fly into his temples, and his moderately thick mouth has a straight nose. Occasionally, he smiles, like spring flowers blooming, revealing a row of braided shells.
The teeth make people think that this child is extremely beautiful, so beautiful and flawless.
But there is a cold light in those eyes that are like stars, and the corners of his eyebrows and mouth seem to contain some sophistication beyond his years...
At this time, he stared at the afterglow on the horizon, stood up in a depressed mood, walked a few steps forward gently, opened his hands, and felt the coolness brought by the autumn wind on his face.
There was a slight smile on his face, but the smile was so sincere, as if the world was vast, and only this trace of calm now could give him the greatest comfort deep in his heart!
"Fan'er, Fan'er -" Several old and slightly trembling shouts suddenly came from the evening wind...
"Grandpa, I'm here!" As soon as the child heard this voice, he immediately agreed loudly, hurriedly put away the bamboo flute, and disappeared into the vast dusk.
The sky was getting darker, and the gusts of cold wind made it especially desolate. On a yellow mud path, two human figures were crawling.
The old man slowly moved his trembling body and sighed softly: "Oh! Before Fan'er knew it, you were already eighteen years old, and grandpa's health was getting worse day by day. Are you still thinking about your parents' health?"
Die?"
"Grandpa, you have a strong body, don't mention the past!" Although Chen Fan said this, along the way, his thoughts still couldn't help but go back to some scenes from his childhood...
"Disaster Star, defeat Disaster Star!"
Five six- or seven-year-old children pinned a seven- or eight-year-old child to the ground, followed by a series of punches and kicks.
I saw that the beaten child had red lips and white teeth, a plump forehead and wide forehead, a nose that looked like a hanging bile, eyes like paint, and a white and moist texture. At a glance, you could tell that he was a cute little child with extraordinary intelligence.
Chen Fan didn't know why they called him the disaster star and bullied him, but he didn't fight back because his grandfather said that you can't hit people casually, so Chen Fan had to lie on the ground without saying a word and protect him with his hands.
Your own critical position.
"You little bastards!" I saw an old man yelling from the entrance of the village. An old man with a medicine basket on his back, plain clothes, and frost-stained temples was waving a small medicine hoe in his hand.
Come to the village entrance.
When the five children saw the old man's attitude, they dispersed like frightened birds and disappeared at the entrance of the village.
"You bastards, don't let me see you again!" the old man yelled angrily at the children who had not run far away. He reached out to help Chen Fan up on the ground, patted the dust on his body, and said with concern.
: "Fan'er, are you okay?"
"No, Grandpa!" The young Chen Fan shook his head and asked, "Grandpa, why do they all call me Disaster Star?"
"Alas -" Seeing Chen Fan ask this question again, the old man couldn't help but sigh, and said with kind eyes: "Fan'er, children are not sensible, don't pay attention to what these little bastards say, we are still here
go home."
"Yeah!" Chen Fan saw that his grandfather still answered as before, so he didn't ask any more questions.
Chen Fan was still young at the time and didn't understand what the Disaster Star meant, but now he knows! He also understands why people in the village call him the Disaster Star.
Just after he was born, his mother died in childbirth because of giving birth to him. Because of his mother's death, his father drank all day long, and not long after he was drunk, he accidentally fell into a small river at the entrance of the village and drowned.
In just one year, because of Chen Fan's birth, the couple who loved each other and lived happily disappeared from the world, leaving only him, who had just turned one year old, slowly growing up under the care of the old man.
of grown up.
The old man and the young man slowly walked to a remote house in the village, pushed the door open, and were greeted by a strong smell of herbs. Chen Fan turned on the light in the house, and saw only the front wall of the house.
There is an old-fashioned Chinese medicine cabinet on top, as well as a consultation table simply used for treating patients.
"Grandpa, please sit here for a while while I cook!" Chen Fan placed his grandfather at the dining table and walked directly to the kitchen.
a while.
Two simple dishes and one soup were served. The aroma of the vegetables was fragrant. Grandpa Chen smelled the aroma and said, "Fan'er, your cooking skills are getting better and better."
"Haha, Grandpa, please stop making fun of Fan'er." Chen Fan served the meal to Grandpa, then sat across from Grandpa and started to eat.
"Grandpa, come and eat some meat."
"Fan'er, I can just do it myself, and you can eat..."
"…………"
One old and one young, two simple dishes and one soup, quinoa filled with warm atmosphere——
Soon the two of them finished their dinner, and Chen Fan started to pack it up. At this time, Grandpa Chen pointed at the medicine basket filled with various herbs placed next to the consultation table and said: "Fan'er, I'll finish cleaning it up in a while. Remember.
Pour the herbs from the basket into the large ceramic pot in the kitchen."
"I know grandpa."
Chen Fan quickly packed up, picked up the medicine basket and walked into the kitchen.
In the center of Ruoda's kitchen, there is a huge ceramic medicine jar that can accommodate two people. The jar is filled with steaming water, and there is a fire underneath that is constantly heating the water in the jar.
With.
Chen Fan first tested the water temperature, and after feeling it was suitable, he began to skillfully put the herbs into the large ceramic medicine jar in batches.
After putting all the herbs into the medicine jar, about five minutes later, the fragrance of the herbs filled the entire kitchen. At this time, Grandpa Chen behind him said, "Fan'er, today is your last time."
After soaking these herbs, you won’t need to soak them anymore, so quickly take off your clothes and go in!”
"Yeah!" Chen Fan quickly took off all his clothes and jumped into the large ceramic medicine jar.
When Chen Fan entered the ceramic medicine jar, Grandpa Chen walked forward in a few steps and kept adding firewood. The fire was raging.
The potion in the medicine jar was initially warm to high temperature and then boiling at high temperature. Bubbles appeared from time to time, but Chen Fan was completely immersed in the water. If outsiders saw it, he would be scared to death.
After boiling for half an hour, the old man finally calmed down the fire.
Then Grandpa Chen's hands were beating Chen Fan's whole body regularly. Chen Fan's muscles were as tight and red as cherries, and streams of white air were slowly exhaled from those acupuncture points and pores, especially on the top of his head.
Baihui point is the largest.
Seeing this, Grandpa Chen nodded with satisfaction and stopped. Grandpa Chen's originally rosy face turned pale, and countless beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Grandpa Chen stood aside and looked at Chen Fan in the jar. Soon, he exhaled all the white air, and saw that the potion, which was still green at first, began to slowly become clear.
When the potion became completely clear, Chen Fan's skin also turned from red to light red, and then gradually returned to normal color.
"Huh..." Chen Fan exhaled from the medicine jar, opened his eyes, and saw his pale grandfather. He quickly supported him and asked with concern: "Grandpa, are you okay?"
"It's okay!" He waved his hand and then motioned for Chen Fan to come out and put on his clothes. Grandpa Chen then said: "Fan'er, I'm going to use the seventy-two innate massage techniques to massage all the acupoints on your body, and then use this hundred
A potion made from eight kinds of herbs was used to wash your whole body. Counting the days, it has already been seventeen years. Fortunately, you did not disappoint me and got through it."
Grandpa Chen paused and then said: "I got these methods from an ancient medical book. Do you know that grandpa has trained your body to be better than ordinary people?"
"Uh?" Chen Fan didn't understand the meaning of his grandfather's words.
"Haha, even if you don't understand it now, you'd better let yourself experience it slowly." Grandpa Chen smiled and left the kitchen.
After wiping his body clean, Chen Fan then put on his clothes. He has been soaking in this potion for almost eighteen years, but it does not necessarily have any extraordinary benefits. Apart from the fact that he has never been sick, his strength is stronger than that of ordinary people.
Dawai, he really didn't find anything special about it.
After getting dressed, Chen Fan tidied up the kitchen again and was about to go back to his room to rest. He had just walked a few steps when he vaguely heard the voices of Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang talking.
"Xiao Shun, you haven't finished your homework yet, and you just want to watch TV. Go back to your room and do your homework!"
"If your child wants to watch TV, just let him watch it. Why are you being so mean?"
"You are the mother-in-law who spoils him rotten all day long. Before the final exam, he was ranked fourth from the bottom in the class!"
"…………"
What happened? Uncle Zhang's house is nearly fifty meters away from him, but why can he hear it so clearly?
Opening his eyes, Chen Fan felt that everything he saw seemed to have changed. The colors in the room became vivid, and even the lights seemed to have a flowing texture.
Even in the originally dark scene outside the house, he could clearly see everything within ten meters away. This was a phenomenon that had never happened before.
Shaking his head, Chen Fan saw that the scene in front of him returned to normal, and the voices of Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang disappeared from his ears.
Could it be that what just happened was all an illusion?
"...Do you know that grandpa has trained your body to be extraordinary than ordinary people." What grandpa just said suddenly came to mind.
Could it be——
Chen Fan calmed down again and listened quietly to the sounds around him, but except for the sound of mosquitoes spreading their wings and squirming, there was no other sound in his ears, let alone those who lived more than fifty meters away from him.
Uncle Zhang's voice.
Slowly opening his eyes, he looked outside the room. The blurry scenery under the starlight was still blurry and not as clearly visible as before.
After trying several times in a row, Chen Fan wanted to re-experience the subtle feeling before, but he couldn't feel anything.
Shaking his head, maybe he really thought too much, so Chen Fan didn't think too much and went back to the room to get dressed and sleep.