Chapter 87 Doll
Doctor Wang sat down with shaking hands.
I have never felt that my ancestors have blessed me so much in my life.
I’m afraid smoke is already coming out of the ancestral graves.
After saying this: "Young Master Chu is safe for the time being, I just hope you don't provoke him anymore."
Even his master would be proud of him.
I've never risked my life so much for someone.
The maid brought him a cup of tea, and he thought so while holding the cup.
"Thank you, miraculous doctor, for your treatment! I, Chu, am truly grateful! If you have any requests, just ask! I, Chu, will get them for you even if I have to go through fire and water!"
Chu Bingtian was moved to tears.
Can I go home?
Doctor Wang didn't dare to say it out loud, and silently asked for a few books on Chu's family medical skills.
Stroking his beard, the kind-hearted doctor stayed in the courtyard of the young master of the Chu family.
If you don't keep an eye on it, his head will be chopped off by the Chu family again. He is not that stupid.
[3 years old: You seem to see the desperate efforts of the King of Hell to stuff your soul back into your body.
I'm afraid you'll go back and beat him up.
After it was stuffed back, the King of Hell, who had always had a deathly look on his face, even showed some fresh business.
Even the judge holding the suona happily played a little song that came alive. 】
Chu Songjun opened his eyes a crack with difficulty.
In his blurry vision, he could only see a handkerchief wiping his cheek.
The falling hem brings a little breeze.
He pursed his lips.
"Songzhi, bring some water."
The person taking care of him seemed to notice his movements.
Chu Songjun swallowed the water in his mouth. The water that was not fed into his body slid down his fair cheeks into his clothes and was wiped away by someone.
Doctor Wang suddenly said, "Madam, please move aside. I want to see the young master."
Zheng Yuanying quickly made way, her beautiful eyes anxiously watching the scene.
Doctor Wang took Chu Songjun's pulse and finally showed an expression of relief on his face.
He looked down at the child on the bed who seemed to be still unconscious, and couldn't help laughing. He asked, "Sir, are you awake? You are fine now."
Chu Songjun slowly opened his eyes.
A pair of clear black and white eyes stared at Doctor Wang.
Doctor Wang paused subconsciously, his heart trembled, but he quickly made way and replaced the person who spoke with Madam Chu.
I couldn't help but wonder in my heart, could it be that I've been to the gates of hell too many times and have been infected with ghost spirits?
Chu Songjun was a young lady in her prime, with her black hair tied up in a bun and a jade hairpin inserted diagonally. She was dignified and beautiful, making her unforgettable. A look of distress slowly emerged on her face, and she called out in a trembling voice, "Song'er, are you hungry? Are you cold? Do you want some water? I'll get it for you."
Chu Songjun tilted his head back, avoiding the woman's hand, licked his lips, and said weakly: "Who are you?"
Zheng Yuanying tried to smile and said slowly, "Song'er, I am your aunt. If you don't mind, just call me Aunt Ying."
Chu Songjun was about to get up with difficulty, and Zheng Yuanying hurriedly helped him pile up the cushion.
Chu Songjun scanned the surroundings vigilantly.
There were about a dozen people surrounding his bed, including Aunt Ying in a long gown, Doctor Wang who had a mustache and looked relatively young, and a dozen maids. Some served him tea, some held trays, and occasionally someone would quietly look up at him.
The pearl curtains and gauze curtains are elegant and majestic. In the room, there is a four-legged incense burner with a chain, lighting soothing incense.
"You said you are my aunt?"
Chu Songjun repeated it.
He had interrogated Chu Bingtian before, and Chu Bingtian told him that his parents were from a noble family with the surname Chu, and he was his father's elder brother.
But why did they live in a wooden house deep in the mountains and forests for the past three years?
He thought for a moment and asked, "Really? But I used to live in a cabin in the woods with my parents."
Zheng Yuanying avoided Chu Songjun's sight, took out her handkerchief and gently touched her cheeks: "Alas, my brother and his wife had a falling out with our family and didn't want to have any contact with them, so..."
Chu Songjun looked at Aunt Zheng's face in silence.
He had memories as soon as he was born. His parents were driven out by them. Why did the Chu family take him back after his parents died?
What did his so-called uncle say to his parents that day?
"Why did you bring me here? My parents are still at home."
Zheng Yuanying was about to answer when the curtain was suddenly lifted and a young man came in. He had a beard and was dressed in a brocade robe. His features were extremely heroic and he vaguely resembled Chu Songjun's father.
"Yingniang, let me answer." Chu Bingtian said.
Zheng Yuanying hesitated for a moment, and finally stood up and gave up his seat.
Doctor Wang looked left and right, bowed and stepped out of the line: "Master Temple Minister, I will..."
He'd better not listen to such family secrets.
Chu Bingtian waved his hand and said, "Don't underestimate yourself, Mr. Wang. Please stay. It's not a big deal, nor is it a secret. During this conversation, I just hope you can take care of Song Jun's condition."
Doctor Wang had no choice but to stay, hesitant to speak.
"You are my uncle? Yuzhang Chu?"
Chu Songjun asked expressionlessly.
"Yes, my name is Chu Bingtian, and I am your biological father, Chu Zhengze, and I am your biological brother." Chu Bingtian smiled faintly, "A few months after you were born, Zhengze did not want to honor my father's wishes, so he took his wife and children away and did not return home for three years. Even when my father passed away, he did not come to see him off."
"A few months ago, I went to look for Zhengze and met you at that time. Do you still remember, Songjun?"
Chu Songjun nodded silently.
"I knew you were smart. That day I went to find Zhengze, wanting to take you as my heir, and to lead the Yuzhang Chu family a hundred years after me." Chu Bingtian was silent for a moment and sighed, "I persuaded him for a long time, and he was finally moved. So when he invited me to drink a few days ago, I went there excitedly. After three rounds of drinks, he entrusted you to me, but he had one request, that I could only take you away in the early morning of July 16th."
"I followed his instructions and arrived at the wooden house on July 16th. However, I couldn't wait to see you, so I set out in the early morning. When it was daybreak, the moon was still high in the sky. I knocked on the door with my followers, but it was not locked. I pushed open the door and saw you fainted on the ground. I asked my followers to keep an eye on you. I felt something was wrong, so I looked around for Zhengze."
At this point, Chu Bingtian sighed slightly: "Who would have thought... things in the world are unpredictable."
July 16? Why July 16?
Chu Songjun pursed his lips.
July 15th is Ghost Festival. On that day, the powers of ghosts will be greatly enhanced, and they can even appear briefly in the sun.
The ghosts who died on that day were also special because of the special nature of that day.
If what Chu Bingtian said was true, the death of his parents was planned by them, and they even planned who would raise him in the future.
But why?
Chu Songjun thought of the bowl of "heart noodle soup". Why did they have to feed him this? Is there anything special about the heart?
Why do they know this clearly? Did they meet someone this year?
In one of his previous lives, he had a ghost cultivation partner named "Sui Niang". Sui Niang was able to maintain her previous thoughts and kindness because of her belief in Gui. After Gui was eliminated, she relied on the ancient cultivation method of "Turtle Immortal" and the Buddhist beads of the nun.
But in fact, most ghosts have lost their memories of their previous lives, and only survive by relying on their obsessions before death. They eat humans and animals and are driven by blood. If they do not have the magical method of ghost cultivation, it will be difficult for them to break free from the shackles of chaos in this lifetime.
Are his parents obsessed with cooking a bowl of noodles for him? But he usually eats noodles, and they don't mind eating them, which doesn't make sense.
What's more, it's very strange that they were so cruel that they could crush Dalang, who had his brain dug out and died innocently, just after they died.
Did they meet certain people who brought them the secret methods of ghost cultivation and encouraged them to do these things?
"Do you know who they met?"
Chu Songjun asked softly.
"People? What people?" Chu Bingtian asked hesitantly.
Chu Songjun was silent for a moment: "Some Taoists, some monks, or crazy people."
Chu Bingtian did not reply immediately, but looked Chu Songjun up and down: "Songjun, my son, have you thought of something? The death of your parents is not simple? Do you want to avenge your father and mother?"
Chu Songjun nodded slowly.
Chu Bingtian raised his head and laughed, then held Chu Songjun's thin shoulders: "Good! You are worthy of being the son of my Yuzhang Chu family! Your father will definitely support you! Don't worry, your father is behind you! Your father will always be watching you from behind!"
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Although Chu Bingtian was still young, he did not seem to plan to have another child after the death of his only son. Instead, he adopted him.
Chu Songjun was quite puzzled, but Chu Bingtian was a man of silver tongue and managed to convince him with the reason of "revenge", so he agreed and only thought about finding the reason later.
Doctor Wang nursed him back to health for many days, and now he can barely get out of bed.
Old Mrs. Chu felt sorry for him and cooked delicious soup for him every day. Every two days, she would come to see him on crutches.
Zheng Yuanying really treated him as his own son, and Chu Bingtian came every day to teach him to recite classics.
Everyone in the Chu family regarded him as the future heir and had no intention of harming him.
However, there was still one thing Chu Songjun didn't understand about the Chu family. What kind of conflict did his father Chu Zhengze have with his grandfather that led to him being kicked out of the house? Even when Chu Zhengze died, he was unwilling to return home to mourn?
Unfortunately, no one could answer him, even Chu Bingtian had an attitude of "it's unspeakable".
This made Chu Songjun want to ask Doctor Wang: "Uncle Wang, I want to ask you something."
"......" Doctor Wang glanced at Chu Songjun and sighed slightly: "I don't know the secrets of the noble family at all."
He didn't even wait for Chu Songjun to try to persuade him to stay. He immediately picked up his medical box and ran away, hiding from the three-year-old child as if he were a ghost.
Chu Songjun got out of bed and tried to catch up, but he couldn't catch up. The child sighed slightly and coughed two or three times. Facing the worried look of Songzhi, the maid who took care of him personally, he smiled and said, "Sister Songzhi, I'm fine. Can you pour me a glass of water?"
Old Madam Chu and Aunt Ying originally wanted to send more servants to guard the place.
But he was not used to having so many people around him. After some bargaining, the old lady agreed to let a maid follow him, who was the maid Songzhi carefully selected by Zheng Yuanying.
After he finished drinking the water, Songzhi carefully wanted to cover him with a cool quilt, but Chu Songjun waved his hand and told him to do it himself.
It was hot in July, but because he was weak, there was no ice in the house, but pine branches were used to fan him. If Chu Songjun felt hot, he could drag out his friends from the shadows and hold their hands. It would take a lot of energy to summon his parents, but in his previous life, it was not necessary. It was just a matter of transferring energy from the left hand to the right hand.
Chu Songjun was not used to having someone next to him when he slept, so Songzhi had to leave hesitantly and go to rest outside the partition screen.
Chu Songjun climbed onto the bed. Aunt Ying gave him a lot of stuffed dolls to cheer him up. The dolls were finely made, with meticulous stitching and bright colors. They were all children's favorite dolls, filled with soft and fluffy cores, and felt very soft when he hugged them.
Unfortunately, he was not a three-year-old child, but he could not refuse her sincerity, so he took them all in and placed them beside his bed. When he slept, this row of dolls stood by his side like his guards.
He took a quick look before going to bed and saw the dolls arranged in a row from tall to short. Chu Songjun suddenly paused.
He frowned and scanned the dolls again.
One is missing, one is missing a tiger.
"I accidentally stuffed it into the quilt?"
Chu Songjun muttered as he turned over the quilt.
His expression paused.
"No."
Suddenly, a small hand reached out from the shadow behind him and tugged at the hem of his clothes.
Dalang seemed to have discovered it.
Chu Songjun turned his head to look and was stunned.
There were a lot of mahogany furniture in his room, among which was a large item called a curio cabinet, which served as a partition to separate the space. There were many rare treasures on the cabinet.
The cloth tiger appeared on the second floor of the antique display cabinet, placed next to a white ceramic horse.
He is only three feet tall now and can't reach it.
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