Chapter 9: Charming Bones
Ye Xiaomei didn't listen any further. She closed the door quietly and returned to her bed in silence.
In fact, Ma Qijun seldom came to the Ye family before. Every time he came, he almost always came to deliver something, and his excuse was basically - my mother asked me to bring this to you.
But he is really a good person, and Ye Xiaomei felt a little uncomfortable when people said this behind his back.
Who wants to have an accident in their life, and who doesn't want to live a long and healthy life? But sometimes things don't go as planned.
This is impermanence. Since everything is impermanent, why should Ye Xiaomei compete with others? Just do your own things well and live a good life.
Thinking of this, Ye Xiaomei couldn't sleep, so she got up, lit a candle, and quietly surrounded it with paper to prevent her mother from seeing through the crack in the door and discovering that she was not asleep.
Opening the yellowed volume of Baicao, there were obvious marks on it from being pressed by the table legs.
This kind of grass is called Euphorbia obesa, and there is another kind that looks like a tree root... Ye Xiaomei nodded silently: "I'm afraid I have to go to the market to get this."
This herb, which has the four properties of strengthening the marrow, producing blood, unblocking the menstruation and activating the circulation, does not grow locally.
Thinking of this, Ye Xiaomei decided to use only the Herba Lycopodii first to stabilize the situation, and then buy other species when she had enough money.
The next morning, Ye Xiaomei got up early and climbed the wooden ladder to quickly collect the smilax china.
According to the Yin-Yang theory in the book, this kind of Eucommia barbata is Yin, so it needs to be dried at night. It should not be exposed to the sun during the day. It will dry up after three consecutive days and absorb the essence of the dew.
While it was still dark, Ye Xiaomei thought for a long time and finally mustered up her courage and headed straight for the Ma family at the east end of the village.
The Ma family’s courtyard wall was very low, reaching down to her lower abdomen.
On the left is a row of three earthen-walled green-brick houses, and on the right is a red-brick green-tiled house. It doesn't have a door yet, so it looks like it was newly built.
“Cluck, cluck, cluck!”
"Cuckoo, cluck, cluck!" Wang Lan got up early, picked up a ladle and scooped a handful of bran and scattered it in the chicken coop.
"Auntie Wang, good morning." Ye Xiaomei waved.
Wang Lan squinted her eyes and walked a few steps through the gray light that had just opened up. Then she opened her eyes:
"Oh, it's Xiaomei, come in quickly."
Wang Lan quickly put down the gourd ladle, opened the gate, and grabbed Jiuer's hand:
"My dear little lady, why are you here so early? It's not even daylight yet. Come inside and sit down."
Ye Xiaomei struggled for a while, and Wang Lan felt it, so she simply let go of her hand:
"What's wrong?"
Ye Xiaomei slowly took out a large bag of straw from her cloth bag and handed it to Wang Lan:
"Auntie, use this to make tea for Brother Ma. Yes, you can just drink it as tea on weekdays, but... it tastes very bitter."
Wang Lan looked at it over and over again. Isn't this a weed? These yellow lilies are most likely to grow in bean fields. We weed every year, but they keep growing again. We just can't get rid of them all.
But when she remembered that there was a girl who could take care of her son for the rest of his life coming in person, she put her previous thoughts aside for the time being. No matter what it was, her coming was a good thing, so she hurriedly took advantage of the situation and stuffed the bag of herbs back to Ye Xiaomei.
Ye Xiaomei was confused. This would be very beneficial to Ma Qijun's legs. Why...
Who would have thought that Wang Lan pointed to the new red brick house in the east and said with a smile:
"He's there, give it to him yourself."
After saying this, she turned and walked away. When she passed by the window of the red-tiled house, she lowered her voice and said to the window:
"Brat, give me a chance." He turned around and said with a smile:
"Go ahead. This house has just been built. It was originally built for Qijun's wedding. Although the front door hasn't been installed yet, the house is safe for the owner. Qijun likes quietness, so he lives here. Don't be afraid. Your uncle and I live in the old house opposite. Just call me auntie when it comes to food and drink."
Ye Xiaomei felt uncomfortable in her heart. Perhaps it was because Aunt Wang was too enthusiastic. In the past 18 years, Ye Xiaomei had never been treated so highly.
However, when Ye Xiaomei came to her senses, she was very scared when she was asked to deliver it to Ma Qijun personally.
"Yes, okay. Thank you, Aunt Wang." Ye Xiaomei entered the new house with gritted teeth. The ground was still covered with mud, and some broken bricks and tiles were piled in the corners. It was obvious that they had not been cleaned up yet. It was obvious that the house had just been completed recently.
I think it might be the new house built for Ma Qijun and his cousin’s wedding.
The room on the left is the only one with a door and there is light inside.
Ye Xiaomei raised her hand to knock on the door, and immediately her heart was tangled. What if... what if he softened again? What should she do?
Ye Xiaomei was hesitant and decided to just put the straw bag at the door.
Ye Xiaomei thought this was the best way to do it. She bent down and placed the bag of herbs at the door. Before she could straighten up, the door creaked open.
Ma Qijun wore a white vest on his upper body, dark-colored shorts on his lower body, and his feet were... uh, barefoot.
Sitting upright in the wheelchair, with messy hair and a hint of laziness, it is obvious that he is not awake yet.
His eyes were just level with the posture of You Xiaomei bending over, and his eyes suddenly fell on her chest. Ma Qijun quickly shifted his gaze:
"So early?"
"It's getting late, it's already past five o'clock." Ye Xiaomei felt that this time was not early. Usually, she would have been working in the fields for a while at five o'clock.
Ye Xiaomei couldn't help but frown. What should she do? The body fragrance belonging to Ma Qijun was coming again.
I couldn't help but glance at the tendons exposed outside his vest.
The tan skin combined with the tendons seemed to be poisoned... There was always an attraction that made Ye Xiaomei want to get close to him and feel his strength.
"Come sit inside." Ma Qijun turned the wheelchair to let her in, but one of his arms was powerless, and when he turned the wheelchair with his other hand, it kept spinning in place.
Ma Qijun was a little embarrassed.
Ye Xiaomei quickly placed the herbs on his desk, held the handle with both hands and pushed her into the house.
For a moment, the smell of the man was like an aphrodisiac, causing Xiao Mei to breathe rapidly, her waist softened, and she staggered.
Before she could take two steps, Ye Xiaomei, who had been holding on, suddenly softened and fell on Ma Qijun's back from behind.
"Ye Xiaomei? What's wrong with you?" Ma Qijun felt something soft on the back of his shoulder, and his voice suddenly became hurried.
Just when Ma Qijun wanted to turn around to check, the figure lying on his shoulder exhaled a sweet breath, which turned into a stream of hot blood rushing straight to his head.
"No...it's okay, I..."
Ye Xiaomei cursed in her heart, and tried hard to lift her soft arms, trying her best to straighten her back, but she didn't expect that her face would stick to his neck and rub against it uncontrollably.
What a nice smell. What a nice smell.
The tingling sensation throughout her body made it difficult for her waist to find a point to bear weight, as if her lumbar vertebrae had melted at some point. This overwhelming feeling was worse than ever before.
His body went limp and he fell to the ground like a water snake.
Ma Qijun felt as if his heart was being pricked by a cat's claws by his prodding, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.
"Ye Xiaomei, are you sick again?" Ma Qijun turned the wheelchair with one hand and pulled Ye Xiaomei up. Unexpectedly, she fell limp on his shoulder as if she had rickets, and her soft face rubbed tightly against the base of his neck.
Ma Qijun's muscles tensed up and his body felt like it was on fire. The man's reaction was immediately obvious.
"No, it's okay... Help me up."
Ye Xiaomei's voice was as sweet as silk, her breath was as fragrant as orchid, and her eyes were flushed. With the help of Ma Qijun's left arm, she finally stood up.
Ye Xiaomei's heels were unsteady, so she quickly held onto the edge of Ma Qijun's bed. As soon as she sat down, she lay down on her side.
Ma Qijun then hurriedly picked up the teacup with one hand and drank the cool tea in it. The thirst in his throat was relieved, and he slowly turned around to look at the girl on the bed.
Her eyes were charming, and the fair skin at her collar was even whiter and more translucent, as if waving at him: Come here, come here.
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