Chapter 174: Protect my son and turn misfortune into good fortune.
These words made Yu Tingwan's eyes roll up with waves of shock, and the shock on her face could not be concealed.
Hui Niang mistook Wei Zhao for Wei Shen based on the amulet.
The small bag containing the amulet was sewn by Hui Niang needle and thread. It was made by her hands, so it was impossible for her to make a mistake.
But Wei Zhao's love for the amulet could not be fake.
Yu Tingwan thought of thousands of possibilities.
She thought that maybe Wei Zhao and Wei Shen's amulets were similar by accident, or they were mixed up.
She also thought that maybe too many years had passed, Wei Shen left home too early, and his appearance and personality changed too much, so the Wei family couple did not have any doubts.
But she never thought...
Obviously, these days, his parents treated Wei Zhao as their own son.
Back in Xilin Village, the couple was afraid that he would commit suicide, so they watched him day and night, and they would sell everything they had to save him.
Yu Tingwan asked word by word: "Did you know you were a fake?"
Wei Zhao put down the book in his hand: "Wrong."
"Mother Wei knew from the beginning that I was not Wei Shen."
"The talisman was drawn by the abbot of Huguo Temple." It
looked ordinary.
In fact, it was not.
It was because Yu Tingwan had never seen the common talismans in ordinary temples, so he could not compare them and could not see the strangeness.
"As for the pocket of the amulet that you tore..."
Yu Tingwan's eyelids jumped.
"It was made by the embroiderer in the mansion."
Wei Zhao: "The material was soaked in special potion and can be waterproof. So there was no embroidery on it."
"Mother Wei would not forget what the pocket she sewed looked like."
"When I fell off the cliff, I was unconscious and became Wei Shen when I woke up."
Wei Zhao's fingertips paused slightly.
When his father was about to die, his eyes were chaotic, but he insisted on letting him help him go to the Wei Family Ancestral Hall.
The poison in Shun Guogong's body had spread all over his body.
He was too unstable to stand, but he still knelt down and kowtowed to his ancestors.
The amulet was given to him at that time.
Shun Guogong said.
—— "Your grandmother believed in Buddhism. When she gave this talisman to me and your uncle, she said that the Bodhisattva would protect me and your uncle and bring us a smooth life."
—— "Your uncle and I don't believe in this, but since it was given by our loving mother, we never leave it."
—— "I don't know if it's because we two brothers are not pious enough, or if it's because we are unlucky and this disaster is destined. Your uncle is gone, and I... don't have much time left."
Shun Guogong's clothes were the most fitting before, but now they are empty.
Tortured by illness, he has become very thin. It seems that only skin and bones are left.
There is no trace of his former charm.
—— "I leave this one for you."
—— "If the talisman cannot protect you, after I am gone, it will surely bless my son to turn disaster into good fortune and turn misfortune into good luck."
—— "Go back, and you will support the Wei family."
What his father said was always promised.
Over the years, Wei Zhao had suffered injuries of varying sizes.
Stabbing himself doesn't count.
The most fatal thing was the poisonous arrow that almost took half of his life.
The spot on his chest was soaked with blood, which looked scary. But miraculously, the amulet was not stained with blood.
He had stepped into the gates of hell, but he still survived.
Yu Tingwan clutched the amulet, trying to digest it.
She knew what happened next without Wei Zhao telling her.
Even if Yu Tingwan didn't chase him out to see at that time, the news had already spread in the village.
Obviously, the days were so hard that there was no end in sight, and Hui Niang knew that her A Lang would never come back. But she saw Wei Zhao lying on the ground, unconscious...
covered in blood, and his face could not be seen clearly,
and he was about to die.
He was almost out of breath.
Hui Niang still couldn't help but feel palpitations, and the villagers' voices were in her ears.
- "Hurry up and save him! Where
's old man Qian? Let old man Qian come over to take a look." - "I guess he's a young man, but I don't know which military camp he's from." - "There's
only one military camp closest to us, it should be the Wei
family's army." - "Isn't he from the same military camp as Wei's Alang?"
- "Look, what's hanging around his neck? Amulet?"
The firewood picked up by Hui Niang fell to the ground.
She didn't care about anything, pushed aside the villagers in front of her, and rushed over.
Hui Niang's fingertips were shaking, and her whole body was trembling.
Is it Alang?
Is Alang coming to see her?
A layer of hope just emerged in her eyes, and she approached cautiously, as if she didn't dare to touch him.
But soon, the light in her eyes was shattered.
No.
The pain and sorrow accumulated over the years broke out completely at this moment, and she choked and cried.
I don't know what she was thinking at the time.
How long has she struggled?
She was going crazy thinking about Wei Shen.
She said.
——"It's my A Lang."
Yu Tingwan's eyes were full of heartache for Hui Niang, and her voice was a little hoarse.
"What about Dad?"
Wei Zhao: "He didn't know at first."
At that time, Wei Shouzhong was doing farm work.
It was Mrs. Fan who came over and informed him in a startled manner that Wei Shen was still alive.
Wei Shouzhong had a dark face, and he felt that Mrs. Fan was really hateful!
It's ok that she usually speaks without thinking and makes people annoyed, but she actually used A Lang to make fun of him.
Isn't this just rubbing salt into his heart!
Mrs. Fan saw that he didn't believe it, so she got angry.
——"Why would I run over here to lie to you!"
——"Your wife's eyes are swollen like walnuts from crying, and she is kneeling on the ground begging old man Qian for treatment."
As she said that, she couldn't stop sighing.
——"It's already like this, I think it's probably not going to work. But your wife is very stubborn. If I were you, I would go and persuade her. Instead of wasting time, you might as well buy a coffin. Don't end up with nothing."
Li Lian came at this time.
She was so angry when she heard this that she scolded Mrs. Fan.
——"How can you talk like that? We are from the same village, who are you cursing? It's a good thing that Alang is back! When he is cured, Shouzhong and his wife will finally get out of this."
Business was more important, Li Lian didn't bother to teach Mrs. Fan a lesson, she walked quickly towards Wei Shouzhong.
——"Shouzhong, your uncle has also heard about Alang's return. No matter how badly injured he is, we have to treat him."
——"You are not confused. The first wife wants to give you an adopted son, and that's what they owe you. But how can this compare to your own flesh and blood."
Li Lian took out the money wrapped in coarse cloth from her bosom.
——"I know you two don't have much savings, so you can use it for emergencies."
Wei Shouzhong didn't hear a word Li Lian said afterwards.
If he didn't trust Mrs. Fan, how could he not trust the headman? Wei Shouzhong began to feel dizzy. He didn't care about anything else and ran to old man Qian.
"You didn't know at first?"
Yu Tingwan frowned: "What do you mean?"
Wei Zhao: "He was watching over me after I woke up."
But Wei Zhao wanted to die at that time.
Wei Shouzhong was watching over him, fearing that something bad would happen to him again, but he was not good at talking and kept making small talk.
But in front of this son who "came back from the dead", he kept chattering.
He looked at Wei Zhao, as if he couldn't see enough.
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