Chapter 49 Chapter 49 Jing City, Jiang Family, the background is this...
Two curved black arcs turned up, forming an ellipse with sharp ends and a connection between the beginning and the end. Ink fell from the center of the upper arc, adding a pair of vertical black pupils to the empty eye sockets.
The puppet's eyes opened.
Zhou Hao's eyes suddenly widened, his pale little mouth opened, and he exclaimed weakly: "Wow..."
He stared at the puppet intently, and repeatedly called Yang Man: "Mom, Mom, look! This eye can move, it was originally closed! Did you see it?!"
Yang Man watched the puppet open its eyes from a close distance, and the shock she felt was no less than when the puppet turned its head to look at her before. At this moment, she nodded in response with difficulty.
"Wow..." Zhou Hao didn't notice that his mother's expression was wrong. She was obviously much more excited than her. Her pale face turned red with excitement.
Changing his previous embarrassed look for his elder sister, he let out a series of exclamations and looked at Bai Qingqing: "Sister, how did it open its eyes? Is there a mechanism? Can I touch it?"
Yang Man stretched out her hand, trying to stop her son, but Bai Qingqing had already handed the puppet forward. Zhou Hao grabbed it in his hand and couldn't wait to stroke the puppet's small head.
She had no choice but to withdraw her hands, clasping them in front of her body, and listen to her son chattering excitedly like a bird:
"I have one like this, too. It's a little smaller than this one. I used it to refer to human body movements in painting class. Yours is the same as mine, but it doesn't have any mechanism... Sister, how did you do this? I've never seen anything like this before. Is it a magic trick?"
Bai Qingqing smiled at him, her expression unusually gentle: "There's something magical, I can ask Uncle Ao Teng to do something, and the puppet will follow suit, do you want to see it?"
Zhou Hao handed over the puppet he was holding tightly in his hand, showed it to her, and shouted without hesitation: "I want it!"
Bai Qingqing didn't take the puppet. She gently took the hand Zhou Hao offered her and pushed the puppet back in front of him: "If you see it, are you willing to believe in me? Be my believer?"
Zhou Hao blinked his eyes, calmed down his excitement, and asked her cleverly, "What do I have to do to be your believer?"
"It's simple. Just pray to me sincerely for health."
"Then I'll be your believer!" Zhou Hao laughed and treated the big sister in front of him as someone who was there to make him, a little kid, happy.
Yang Man was listening nearby. When she heard this request, she was very nervous. She looked at Bai Qingqing and Ao Teng and asked them for confirmation: "Qingqing, what else do we need to do?"
The expression of coaxing a child on Bai Qingqing's face faded, she straightened up, and replied to Yang Man: "That's it, there's nothing else. I can replenish his life energy right now."
Yang Man was a little bit unconvinced. Could it really be as simple as Bai Qingqing said?
During her years in the entertainment industry, she had heard of and witnessed many Feng Shui masters, and none of them wanted money or things. Even for rituals, they had to prepare a lot of things.
But Bai Qingqing, she doesn't want anything?
Yang Man turned her gaze to Ao Teng, and when Ao Teng raised his hands, she silently raised them towards Bai Qingqing, as if to say "I'll follow his instructions".
She had no choice but to calm down and wait for Bai Qingqing's arrangements.
Ao Teng and the puppet worked together, which made Zhou Hao, who was lying on the hospital bed, feel completely refreshed.
The little hand receiving an IV touched the palms of Bai Qingqing and Uncle Ao, and even touched the hand of Yang Man beside him, to confirm that there were really no strings controlling the puppet. In an instant, his admiration for Bai Qingqing reached its peak.
I really think she is amazing.
He closed his eyes, placed his two little hands on his chest, and prayed sincerely with his lips moving silently, as if he was making a wish in front of a candle on his birthday.
I pray that I can get better soon, be able to walk, run and jump, and have a pair of strong legs.
Bai Qingqing stood beside the bed. The child's tender voice faintly reached her ears. She gently placed her hand on Zhou Hao's hair and leaned down: "I heard it, Zhou Hao."
The child under him opened his eyes and met Bai Qingqing's black pupils above his face. His sight was fixed by her gaze.
Wood Creek Art Museum.
Yang Man took the coat from her son who was running over to her, put it on her arm, and squatted down to comb his hair.
In the hall were the children from Class 4, Grade 3, visiting the wood carving exhibition at the Muxi Art Museum. Each child brought a work from his or her wood carving class, which was displayed in front of the antique treasures handed down from history.
Zhou Hao asked Uncle Ao for a piece of fine golden nanmu and carved an Ultraman for the exhibition. He was often scolded by Yang Man. At this time, he secretly left the team and ran back to show off to Yang Man: "Several classmates and parents took photos in front of my Ultraman!"
"Okay, I'm happy for you. Don't run around in the art gallery. Walk slowly."
Zhou Hao jumped on the spot: "Hey, don't mess with my hair, everyone is watching! The teacher said that there will be interactive activities for adults later. I saw that there are grid flipping, lottery and so on. It will start soon. Call dad to come out of the bathroom quickly, don't poop, poop every day!"
"Okay, I'll call you now, you go back quickly." Yang Man straightened up and took out her cell phone from her bag. Zhou Hao ran back in the blink of an eye and was lost in a group of children.
Yang Man was looking for her son in the crowd and came face to face with a strange man in a gray robe. His hood covered his face, but Yang Man always felt that his gaze deviated from the crowd and turned towards her, and they looked at each other.
Zhou Hao was standing in front of him, looking up at him with excitement.
Yang Man met the gray-robed man during the interactive session.
He stuffed a brochure into the hands of the children and parents, then turned around, took a wooden tube from the table behind him, opened the lid, and placed it in front of Zhou Hao and Yang Man: "You can draw lots, both parents and children can draw."
Zhou Zhimian carried Zhou Hao's coat on his back and took pictures of the mother and son.
Zhou Hao excitedly called his mother and asked her to come first.
Yang Man smiled at her son and glanced at the booklet in her hand. The subheadings were emphasized and bolded:
Chinese lottery culture and wood carving, Japanese painted horses and divine fortunes, Nordic runes and wood carving divination...
Yang Man put the book away and waited to show it to her son: "You can draw, it's for kids to play with. I'll give you my chance to draw, I'll give you two draws."
She said, looking at the gray-robed staff, "Is it okay to give him two shots?"
The gray-robed staff nodded.
The rustic black wooden stick tube shook, and the sticks made sounds in the tube.
Bai Qingqing frowned slightly, and suddenly grabbed Zhou Hao's hand on the bed, smelling wisps of blood in the air.
Zhou Hao laughed and reached into the wooden tube to pull out a stick. He couldn't understand the ancient Chinese written in red ink on it, so he handed the stick to the staff: "Uncle, what does this mean? Is it good or bad?"
At the moment of the fight and the passing of the wooden stick, a flow of life energy extended to the southwest a hundred miles away, flowing faintly along the wooden stick.
This wooden stick... is made of Ao Teng’s blood.
It was easy to make Zhou Hao's life energy flow and radiate outwards.
Bai Qingqing was "looking" at the lobby of the Muxi Art Museum two years ago. Zhou Hao unknowingly drew another stick from the stick tube. This time he roughly recognized the words on it. He showed it to Yang Man first, and then asked the man in gray robe for confirmation.
Ward.
Bai Qingqing placed one hand on Zhou Hao's arm, and with the other hand, she pinched a seal and pressed it into his brow. Then, she quickly drew a line in the air with her fingertips, and when it landed, she pointed at Zhou Hao's right pupil.
The fingertips are just a hair's breadth away from the child's eyes.
Zhou Hao closed his eyes reflexively, and his curly eyelashes brushed against Bai Qingqing's fingertips.
"Zhou Hao, open your eyes."
Wood Creek Art Museum.
Zhou Hao handed out the second lot, and suddenly looked towards the southwest for no reason, and he thought he heard someone calling him.
But the voice was too distant and didn't sound like a real human voice at all. It was obviously an illusion.
He curled his lips, retracted his gaze, looked up and asked the gray-robed man: "Is this the word 'flower'?"
The man in gray robe took the second lot, nodded solemnly, and handed the two corresponding lots to Zhou Hao. He watched him and his parents walk away, lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, and spoke in a jumping manner.
He closed the lottery box, put it back under the table, and waited for the next person to come forward.
Zhou Hao in the ward opened his eyes in response, and a fingertip with a warm and cool breath was hanging in front of him.
Zhou Hao resisted the urge to blink, not even moving his eyeballs. He inexplicably recalled the wood carving exhibition he attended two years ago and the wooden stick he drew at that time.
Very out of place, very strange.
But that's when it occurred to him.
I also remembered the auditory hallucination of someone calling his name.
Bai Qingqing's fingertips continued to fall, gently touching Zhou Hao's eyelids, and placed the talisman into Zhou Hao's eyes. It left as soon as it touched him, and followed the Qi vein from that year.
"Okay." Bai Qingqing withdrew her hand, straightened up, and took a step back.
“Okay, okay? Is this all right?” Yang Man was stunned. It seemed that she didn’t see how Bai Qingqing cast the spell, and even her movements came to an abrupt halt.
From the time my son closed his eyes and made a wish, it has been less than two minutes. It’s too fast...
Bai Qingqing nodded: "After he can eat, eat more, sleep more, get more sun, and get more exposure to nature. And Ao Teng, uncle, you will stay with Zhou Hao in the hospital for the next week."
Ao Teng opened his eyes wide, and was no less surprised than Yang Man.
He didn't say he wanted to stay here before he came...
Bai Qingqing looked at her watch and said, "A week from now at 4:30 in the afternoon, you can leave after this time. If you're afraid of forgetting, set an alarm for yourself. Don't be too far away from him, no more than 200 meters.
You too this week, eat more, sleep more, and get more sun."
Ao Teng and Yang Man listened to Bai Qingqing's arrangements and realized that this was the step to replenish Zhou Hao's vital energy. After they realized what was going on, they all nodded in agreement.
Zhou Hao's family of three were staying in this ward. Ao Teng planned to open a ward next door to keep Zhou Hao company for a week, and he discussed it with Yang Man on the spot.
Before leaving, Bai Qingqing gave the puppet to Zhou Hao.
Although the puppet was quite strange, Zhou Hao liked it very much. He asked Yang Man to put it on the head of his bed. He would turn the puppet over from time to time to make it open its eyes and keep quiet for a while.
Bai Qingqing left, and Ao Teng accompanied her downstairs to see her off, and went to book a ward by the way.
Only after leaving the environment did Ao Teng feel the tediousness and difficulty of the whole thing.
Previously, because of his elder status, he treated his Master Qingqing as half a child, but now he felt that Bai Qingqing was really not an ordinary person, and he was steady and thorough in his work.
"Qingqing, thanks to you this time. I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful. You saved my life and helped Lao Yang and Hao Hao replenish their life energy. I'm really lucky to have you."
Bai Qingqing smiled faintly: "Of course I have to be responsible for my customers. They are also part of your case. It's my duty. And this trip is not just for them."
Ao Teng nodded: "Yes, I said before that I came to see why Lao Yang suddenly broke up with me, but there is nothing much to say, this matter is indeed my fault, Lao Yang and Hao Hao were both implicated by me.
I still have to explain it to Yang Man and Zhou Zhimian. I can’t let them suffer this for no reason. But… no matter how much I compensate, it can’t make up for the suffering Haohao has endured.”
Ao Teng said this, sighing again and again, gritting his teeth, thinking that he still had to find out the mastermind behind the scenes first. This would be the clearest explanation for Yang Man's family.
"But you said Lao Yang had seen a Feng Shui master, so why did you just say that you don't need to ask again? Is it inconvenient? How about I go back later and ask Lao Yang alone?"
When the elevator reached the first floor, Ao Teng stretched out his hand to stop the door, waited for Bai Qingqing to go out first, and then stood with her in a secluded corridor.
Bai Qingqing: "No, I've already met that Feng Shui master. The person who attacked Zhou Hao is quite capable, but... he shouldn't be the last one."
"What do you mean?" Bai Qingqing said something shocking. Ao Teng didn't react for a moment and changed his words, "No, when did you see him?"
"Just now, in Zhou Hao's memory."
"You also have this function?" Ao Teng was completely dumbfounded. His cognition was refreshed. He couldn't imagine that this was something a human could do. But Bai Qingqing was indeed not the kind of person who spoke nonsense, so he believed it immediately.
"What does he look like? Can you describe it? I'll find a painter. As long as he can draw a picture that's 70% to 80% similar, I'll definitely be able to find this person!"
Bai Qingqing recalled the memories she saw from Zhou Hao's eyes, from when he saw the man in gray robe, to when he got into a car accident, to when he was on the verge of death in the operating room.
One thing after another, flashed before her eyes.
"Don't bother. I've already started tracking him. From now on, as long as he makes a move, I will be able to sense it."
Ao Teng was very happy and had complete trust in his Master Qingqing: "Okay, then tell me if you have any news, I'll be there whenever you call."
"Um."
Bai Qingqing nodded. The scene that had quickly passed by suddenly stopped in her mind and froze in the bright ward.
A man in a white coat took off his mask and shook Zhou Hao's hand.
Zhou Hao was still fully awake under anesthesia, and his vision was blurry, but it reminded Bai Qingqing of a person she met at Gu Jian Villa today——
Doctor Jiang.
I didn’t see Dr. Jiang’s face in the car before, but when I saw it from Zhou Hao’s memory, I found out...she had some connection with the Bai family.
The things that needed to be discussed were all discussed. Bai Qingqing walked out and asked casually, "Uncle, is that Doctor Jiang from Beijing?"
"Jing City, Jiang Family?"
Ao Teng followed his niece and said, "Yes, Jing City, Jiang family, this is the background."
Ao Teng gave a thumbs up.
Bai Qingqing nodded.
That’s right, the mystery of Bai Muning’s life begins to be revealed from here.
In the original book, Ao Teng passed away, and the family reunion dinner was followed by the funeral of Ao Teng, the youngest son of the Ao family in East Market.
Yang Man, his close friend and partner, came to attend the event. At that time, her son Zhou Hao had been in a car accident, and she was asking Professor Jiang, who had returned to China to attend an academic conference, to perform surgery on her son's leg.
Bai Muning knew about this and went to Gu Jian Villa to meet Professor Jiang, hoping that she could help Zhou Hao with his treatment.
This also allowed Professor Jiang to see her face that was very similar to her sister, and he secretly paid attention to her, which laid the groundwork for Bai Mu Ning's return to the Jiang family later in the story.
Now Ao Teng is alive and well, Professor Jiang has completed the operation on Zhou Hao and returned to continue the academic conference. So when will Bai Mu Ning meet Professor Jiang?
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Bai family.
Bai Muning and Bai Songxu returned home, but the house was empty, no one was there, even the third brother was out.
Butler Xu accompanied them in from the door and reported the situation at home diligently, saying that Bai Shuting and Bai Lincheng were in the company that night and would not be home for dinner, and Ao Xinyi also had something to do and could not come back.
The third young master Bai Siqi will return home as planned.
Except for the second and fourth sons who are not at home all year round, it is common for the Bai family to have dinner together every night.
Especially when she is at home, even if Bai Shuting and her elder brother Bai Lincheng are busy at the company, they will try their best to come back for a meal before going back to work overtime.
Now that even Ao Xinyi was not around, Bai Muning sighed slightly and leaned back on the sofa listlessly.
Bai Songxu was very happy. He let out a hum and shouted loudly to Sister Qiao, asking her not to cook for herself in the evening as he wanted to order takeout.
Sister Qiao: “I know!”
After Bai Songxu finished speaking, he ran upstairs, and I don’t know if he heard it or not.
Sister Qiao came out of the kitchen with tea, bent over and put it on the coffee table. Seeing that Bai Mu Ning looked a little tired, she asked, "Miss, have you eaten? Madam made soup during the day and it's been warming in the pot. Do you want me to serve you a bowl?"
Bai Muning opened his eyes: "Mom made soup during the day?"
Butler Xu stood behind the sofa and winked at Sister Qiao, but Sister Qiao didn't see it and smiled, "Yes, Miss Qingqing came back early. At noon today, the master and the mistress came back to have lunch with Miss Qingqing. The mistress cooked the soup herself, and the master also fried steak."
Bai Muning frowned, maintained his expression, and was silent for a moment: "Where is Sister Qingqing now? I don't think she's at home."
Sister Qiao: "She's not at home. She went out with Mr. Teng after dinner."
Bai Muning frowned even tighter and turned to ask Butler Xu: "Where did they go?"
"I went to Gujian Villa. I think it was for Director Yang's matter."
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