After the old man and the old lady were disappointed, they did not force others to listen to them as usual.
They are now relying on Zhao Wei's protection to live a stable life temporarily.
Otherwise, I would have been caught by someone and my reputation would have been ruined!
The old grandmother didn't care about their feelings and pointed to the threshold of the main room.
"Second Laizi, put your coat on the doorstep, and aunt, just shout towards the south. The young man was frightened in the wild boar forest, which is the south."
She paused and gave another instruction.
"When you call him, you have to call his nickname, so that he knows it's a relative calling him."
"You are his mother, your shouting will be more effective than others."
Since it was related to his son, Zhao Nan did not dare to be negligent. He walked to the south side and started shouting loudly.
It was a July day and the sun was scorching, but she felt cold all over.
She took a deep breath and cried out, "Qian'er - what scared you? Mom is here to call you - come home with mom!"
The old grandmother stood behind her, holding three incense sticks in her hand, lighting them in the earth pit beside the doorpost, and muttering: "May the mountain god bless us, and the land god have mercy, so that our Qian'er's soul can return to his body..."
Erlaizi and several logistics team members who came back with him stood in the yard, and no one dared to speak.
The sunlight shone on them, but it could not dispel the chill of escaping from the jaws of death just now.
The sound of the tiger's claws falling seemed to still ring in Liu Qian's ears where he had just stood. If it weren't for Er Laizi's shot... Everyone didn't dare to think about it anymore. They just watched Zhao Nan calling out over and over again, his voice gradually becoming hoarse from the initial sharpness.
"Qian'er - come home - go home with mom -"
Zhao Nan leaned his forehead against the door sill, tears dripping onto the ground, leaving a small dark mark. "It's windy outside, there are many tigers and wolves, we can't stay there... Mom is here, come back soon..."
At this time, Lin Qinghe also picked up a silver needle and inserted it into Liu Qian's middle finger.
He stabbed it pretty deep.
It is said that the fingers are connected to the heart.
After this injection, anyone who is still alive will be awakened by the injection.
But there was movement around Liu Qian, but he was still numb.
This was really scary.
When he had almost pierced his fingernail with the needle, he saw Zhao Wei coming down the mountain in a hurry with his men.
Now that something had happened to Liu Qian, he no longer had the mood to stay in the mountains.
At this moment, Lin Qinghe happened to remove the needle.
A large amount of blood spurted out from Liu Qian's fingers.
Unfortunately, he still looked stupid, which made him feel guilty.
"Master, do you have any other ideas? My cousin can't be a fool forever!"
Zhao Nan heard this and she kept calling out to the soul for a long time, but it was of no use.
The strings in my heart were about to break, but Zhao Wei came and said stupid things.
How could she, such a smart and beautiful child, become like this?
Lin Qinghe also felt that the situation was very difficult.
During his medical career, he had encountered many stubborn diseases, but for a patient like Liu Qian, he really didn't know how to treat him.
After thinking about it, I came up with a few more treatment plans.
First, make a bowl of calming soup.
No matter how useless this thing is, at least it can help people calm down a bit.
After thinking for a while, he said to Zhao Wei, "Try and see if there is any musical instrument that can bring out some emotion. Maybe the child will react when he hears it."
song?
Zhao Wei used to be able to play the flute.
But now, ever since I traveled through time and was reborn, I have been busy living my life and really haven’t had time to take care of it.
After thinking about it, it is easier to blow the leaves.
He asked someone to pick some willow leaves.
The leaves of this tree are soft and flexible, and can easily vibrate and make sounds. The tone is gentle and melodious. It was once one of his favorite trees.
After calming down his emotions, he played a piece of music with a more beautiful melody.
This is a song that only appeared in later generations, but he couldn't care whether it was suitable or not now. He didn't know many songs, and this was the only one he could think of at the moment.
This is a lullaby-like nursery rhyme. The flying summer insects can quickly calm people's minds.
Sure enough, after he blew it five times, Liu Qian, who had been standing still, actually began to doze off.
Soon, his body went limp and he fell asleep.
Two villagers supported him in time and sent him back to his room to rest.
Zhao Wei didn't leave either. He stayed there and played the flute for a while before coming out.
At this point, his mouth was sore from talking so much.
The same villager looked at him and said, "Boss, you are really good at blowing the leaves."
The villagers next to him were rubbing their hands, with a look of anxiety on their faces.
"Just now, when I saw Qian standing upright, my heart was in my throat. I don't know what will happen when he wakes up."
The old grandmother trembled and handed over a bowl of herbal tea: "Brother Wei, moisten your throat quickly. I have never heard this song before. It is so beautiful. Even an old woman like me is fascinated by it."
She stared at the willow leaves in Zhao Wei's hand, which were glowing in the setting sun.
"I only knew that willow leaves could be blown, but I never thought they could produce such a beautiful tune."
Zhao Nan came out from the inner room, his eyes were still red, but finally there was some color.
She walked up to Zhao Wei, moved her lips, and wanted to say something, but she felt unable to speak, and felt very bitter.
Just now, she saw her son standing there like he had lost his soul, not responding no matter who called him, and even Lin Qinghe's needle prick to make him bleed was useless. The despair in her heart almost drowned her.
Zhao Wei waved his hand and placed the willow leaf on the windowsill: "Where is my master?"
"I'm making a calming soup," Zhao Nan pointed in the direction of the kitchen. "He said Qian'er was frightened and needs to recover slowly. Just now when you were blowing the leaves, he said that this method is in line with the principle of 'using sound to communicate with the spirit'. Although it sounds mysterious, it would be great if it works. Alas..."
"Don't worry, give him some time to rest. Young people have good physical foundations, which is better than adults."
As dusk spread over the courtyard wall, the sound of Lin Qinghe stirring the medicine jar came from the kitchen.
Zhao Wei took the cold tea handed to him by his grandmother. The edge of the bowl was still warm from the coarse pottery. He took a sip, and the sweet and bitter aroma of the medicine mixed with the coolness of willow leaves spread on his tongue.
I was too focused when blowing the leaves just now, and now I feel my jaw is sore and my throat is a little tight.
"Boss, your song... is really nice..." Old Qian from the logistics team rubbed his hands and glanced into the inner room, "Can you teach us too?"
Before he could finish his words, the second beggar next to him poked his arm - Liu Qian was still in a coma, and saying this inevitably made Zhao Nan feel distressed.
Zhao Wei was stunned - he was a modern soul, and what he played were just the children's songs in his memory. He never thought that they would like it, and there was nothing to be reluctant about.
It’s just that it’s somewhat inappropriate now. In such troubled times, who has the time to engage in entertainment?
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