Chapter 62: Stop crying for irrelevant people
. The scene stopped abruptly.
What came into view was the old bed of the Wei family.
Yu Tingwan's breathing stagnated slightly, and there was obvious surprise in her eyes.
What she just saw was her previous life.
But her husband in the previous life did not return to Linxi Village? What happened in between? Why did he seem to be an old friend of the new county magistrate?
Yu Tingwan pursed her lips, but she knew too little information, just scattered fragments, and she really couldn't find a reasonable answer.
Wei Zhao woke up again at night.
He was weak, not sleeping soundly, but also alert. He always felt that he was being stared at in his sleep.
He took a look. Oh, it was Yu Tingwan.
The girl was worried, with doubts and hesitation in her eyes.
However, Wei Zhao didn't want to ask.
He turned over with difficulty and faced his back to her.
The next moment, he was turned over by the girl.
"..."
Wei Zhao looked listless, and said slowly: "Did I recruit you?"
Yu Tingwan: "Yeah!" "
Then... I feel... wronged."
This tone... you are so squeamish.
Yu Tingwan took a deep breath and asked directly: "Tell me the truth, do you know someone very capable?"
This is very important to Yu Tingwan.
If Wei Zhao knew the future Magistrate Xiao, would there be clues to find him and then find the doctor who treated him.
In the previous life, that doctor saved Wei Zhao!
He woke up after half a year, but Wei Zhao was reluctant to wake up!
It can be seen that this person's medical skills are very superb.
Yu Tingwan suppressed her excitement, and her eyes seemed to hide a galaxy. In the dim room, the tear mole on the girl's eyebrows seemed to be flashing with brilliance.
Wei Zhao looked at her inexplicably, and didn't want to delve into why Yu Tingwan asked this question.
But seeing her serious expression, Wei Zhao was willing to respond, and his thin lips moved.
"Capable?"
Yu Tingwan nodded quickly: "Yeah."
Think about it carefully!
Wei Zhao fell into deep thought.
Over the years, he never took anyone seriously.
No one could make him look at him differently.
The girl was about to remind Wei Zhao that the man might be surnamed Xiao. Then she heard Wei Zhao say listlessly: "Isn't it right in front of you?"
Yu Tingwan: ? ? ? Just you?
She seemed to have punched cotton.
It was her fault.
How could she forget that Wei Zhao was sick.
He didn't even know who he was, what could he remember?
The girl was inevitably disappointed.
But she had no connections and no money. The world is so big, how could she find out about people.
The room fell into silence, and the girl was very dissatisfied with his answer.
From time to time, there were a few bird calls outside. Wei Zhao closed his eyes, as if there was still heat on his neck.
On such a night, his heart was rarely calm.
Just when Yu Tingwan thought he had fallen asleep again, his lips moved again.
"Oh."
"You don't believe it."
Yu Tingwan: ...Why are you so resentful?
Emotions are very important for recovery, and Yu Tingwan will not allow Wei Zhao to feel unhappy!
She followed his words softly: "I really don't know my husband's past, why don't you tell me in detail?"
What can Wei Zhao say?
He said that when he saw the loyal and brave marquis angrily beating the troublemaker Xiao Huaiyan, he did not go up to persuade him to stop fighting, but helped to hand over the thick wooden stick.
Or did he know how to stir up trouble when he was eight years old, and break up the precarious brotherhood between the crown prince and the fifth prince?
It is said that when the emperor came to pay his respects after his father's death, he tried his best to hide his overwhelming hatred and even expressed his gratitude respectfully.
Or... he was the one who privately provoked the battle on the border not long ago.
Wei Zhao died and the Wei family army was dispersed.
This is an indelible loss to the Great Jin.
As for what the consequences will be..., what does it have to do with him, Wei Zhao.
Wei Zhao stopped talking,
and the girl didn't have to have an answer. She climbed onto the couch and lay down beside him, still thinking about things in her previous life.
Maybe she was too tired, her eyelids were getting heavier.
It seemed like someone twisted the quilt for her, and she could vaguely hear Wei Zhao's voice.
"Don't cry for people who have nothing to do with you anymore."
"It's not worth it."
She wanted to refute, but she was too sleepy and soon fell into a deep sleep.
The next few days were rare sunny days,
but Wei Zhao's health was getting worse at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Yu Tingwan didn't dare to let him go out again.
Wei Zhao became more and more listless. He would lie down instead of standing if possible, and would not speak if possible.
Yue Shan was very sensible. When Yu Tingwan and Hui Niang were busy, he would sit by the bed and watch Wei Zhao.
Wei Zhao was in a very bad spirit. He was settled to half lean against the couch, and coughed lightly from time to time. His eyes were empty and lonely, and his morbidity added a sense of brokenness.
Hui Niang said ten sentences to him, and it was already a great thing that he could reply one sentence.
Yu Tingwan had nothing to gain except ordinary herbs in the past few days.
At dawn, she went to get the backpack thrown in the corner, greeted Hui Niang, and prepared to go out while chewing on a steamed bun. There was sugar in it, and it tasted very good.
She was not in a hurry to go up the mountain.
The day before yesterday, Widow Shi brought money to ask Hui Niang to help braise beef.
The Wei family’s braised large intestines last time were so fragrant that everyone passing by would be greedy. But when they asked about pig offal, they backed away in disgust.
Widow Shi also looked down on it, but she thought that even the intestines could be braised so fragrantly, not to mention the meat.
Hui Niang's legs and feet were not good, and the Shi family was far away, so Yu Tingwan took the job and went to the Shi family to deliver the braised beef.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the girl finally knocked on the door of the Shi family.
"Who is it? You're here."
Widow Shi hurried over to open the door, and smiled when she saw Yu Tingwan.
"I was thinking of getting it later, but I made you run this trip."
Yu Tingwan put down the backpack, took out the basin inside, and lifted the lid to let Widow Shi see. The braised beef inside was bright in color.
"Mother said not to pour out the brine after eating. If aunt wants to braise something at home, just use it directly. The more it is braised, the more fragrant it will be."
Widow Shi was satisfied: "Just by smelling it, I know it's good."
She took it, politely asked about Wei Zhao's situation, and couldn't help being proud.
"Not everyone can afford beef these days. It was my Dalang who worked hard and was appreciated by the boss, so he got that pound."
"I was afraid of wasting this good thing, thanks to your mother."
Yu Tingwan was still thinking about doing business with Widow Shi: "Everyone in the village says that my aunt's son is filial and will bring back anything good. I am so lucky."
Who wouldn't like to hear this!
Widow Shi also felt sorry for the second branch of the Wei family.
She said kindly: "You also know that my Dalang is an accountant in a teahouse in the county. He has some skills. When your husband gets better, we are from the same village, and Dalang can be helped. See if he can go to the teahouse to serve."
If others heard this, they would be very happy.
But Yu Tingwan hesitated for a moment and declined: "I won't bother you, aunt. I don't ask for much success from my husband. I'll be thankful if he can recover."
Wei Zhaodu insisted that he was the most capable, and he was also concerned about the martial arts practitioners. He even felt that he could be on par with the general.
If he was asked to wait in the hall, he would not be able to bear it.
Doesn't she know how fragile this man is inside! ! !
(End of this chapter)
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