Qiao Wen is a natural adventurer in his bones. After Lin Nan died in order to save himself, he went to many dangerous places by himself. Therefore, there is not much anxiety about coming to this other world suddenly.
Uncle Hua was sure he was alive. Although he was still shocked, he was relieved and said: “The pulse phase has stabilized a lot. I will give you some medicine. Haozi, you can give Awen some hot water before going. Buy a portion of minced chicken porridge and let him eat something quickly to save his life.”
Hao Zi gave a hum, and hurriedly poured a cup of warm water to Qiao Wen’s mouth.
This child didn’t know if he was born incapable of taking care of others, or he was just frightened. He hurriedly wetted a large part of Qiao Wen’s clothes. However, Qiao Wen couldn’t help him, so he could only endure his clumsy shots. Hey.
Fruit is the source of life.
After drinking half a cup, Qiaowen suddenly felt that this weak body was a lot more comfortable.
Seeing that he had drunk so much water, Hao Tsai wiped his eyes with tears of joy, sobbing and getting up to go out to buy hot porridge.
It’s just that before leaving the bed, Qiao Wen’s pale right hand, as thin as a chicken’s feet, grabbed him: “Wait!”
I don’t know how weak this body is. With just such a small gesture, Qiao Wen almost didn’t catch his breath, and the voice that barely opened his mouth was like a gossamer.
“What’s wrong, Awen?” Hao Zai asked hurriedly, “You have been groggy for a few days in bed and haven’t eaten anything. I will buy you some porridge to fill your stomach immediately.”
It turns out that I haven’t eaten for a few days, so it’s no wonder that the original body will die.
He took a hard breath twice and asked, “Where is Brother Nan?”
Hao Zai said: “Uncle Hua said that you have to go to the foreign hospital outside because of your illness. We don’t have enough money. Brother Nan is going to raise the cost of medicine for you.”
Qiao Wen inherited the memory of the original body and read most of the original text, still remembering the plot.
The young man in front of Hao Tsai, whose name is Chen Xiaohao, is the cousin of Chen Canaan who grew up with him. He is also his confidant in the future. He is not courageous and capable, but he has a loyal and honest personality, and he is loyal to his cousin.
Hearing his answer, Qiao Wen knew that he had guessed right. Chen Jianan was killing people to raise medical expenses for his original body, but Hao Tsai clearly didn’t know what was going on, and he only thought of raising money.
Qiao Wen has the memory of the original body, and naturally knows what kind of person the original sick seed Qiao Wen was.
Although he was born in the slum of Kowloon Walled City, which is a mixture of fish and dragons, Qiao Wen has a kind-hearted nature and has always opposed Chen Canaan’s mixed society. In his memory, Chen Canan is impulsive and reckless, fighting is commonplace, but he is not a commonplace. The bad boy, on the contrary, has a somewhat straightforward character.
If he knew that his Nan brother was going to kill people for himself to make money, he would go darker and darker on the road from then on, and would eventually be shot to death at a young age, the sick and weak boy who is no longer there would be sad, right?
Qiao Wen thought to himself, since he borrowed his body to be reborn, he should always do something for him.
According to the theory of the butterfly effect, his arrival brought Qiao Wen, who had died today, to life, and the fate of others should also have a good chance to change from then on.
What’s more, he has always believed that his own destiny is in his own hands.
It’s just that this body is really too bad at the moment, let alone trying to stop Chen Canan, I’m afraid it will be difficult to get out of this black clinic.
Still have to eat something to replenish energy.
He let go of Hao Zai’s hand and said, “Go buy, buy two copies, and come back quickly.”
Hao Tsai followed his cousin to take care of Qiao Wen every day. At first, Awen was able to eat some food. After these two days, he couldn’t even drink water anymore. Uncle Hua said that when people can’t drink water, they just have no cure. So, let them rush to the foreign hospital, maybe they can be rescued.
However, the foreign hospitals are expensive, and they pay the money before accepting them. They didn’t even collect the odds. The cousin said that he would definitely get the money tonight and asked him to look at Awen carefully. He just saw that Awen was out of breath. Almost not scared to death.
Although I don’t know how Ah Wen came back from the dead, he just survived.
I don’t know what’s going on with my cousin?
Haozi touched his head in confusion, just cried, and went out dizzy.
Qiao Wen closed his eyes and sat on the bedside waiting for life-saving food.
Hao Tsai can’t take care of others, but he’s pretty good at running errands. In just a few minutes, he took two bowls of steaming porridge and returned: “Awen, eat quickly. Uncle Hua said, as long as you can eat, it’s okay. .”
The resurrection of Qiao Wen’s death made the seventeen-year-old boy full of enthusiasm, and he couldn’t wait to fill Qiao Wen with these two bowls of porridge in one go.
Qiao Wen had eaten half of his meal and eased his strength. He could no longer stand the handy child. He took the bowl in his hand and shook his weak hands.
Qiao Wen couldn’t feel what kind of illness this body had, or perhaps because of his arrival, the original illness disappeared inexplicably, leaving him with tangible weakness and severe hunger.
He couldn’t even taste the minced chicken porridge, he was just desperate to fill his empty stomach. Two bowls of porridge were eaten cleanly, and finally I barely felt full.
Because of these two bowls of hot porridge, Qiao Wen’s pale and weak face finally had a hardly visible layer of blood, and the originally lackluster black eyes also brightened a little.
In short, it is certain to return from the underworld to the yang, and become a big living person.
Although Haozai people are not very smart, they are quite observant. He grew up with Qiao Wen, let alone when he was sick, even when he was physically decent, Awen was always sick, like a glass man, as if he had to be broken and returned to the west when he touched it. It still looks weak, but the expression in his eyes is completely different from usual.
Hao Zai couldn’t tell where he was different. He stared at Qiao Wen with wide eyes, racked his brains, and finally pulled out a word from his ignorant mind, and suddenly frightened himself again, and sat crookedly. On the ground, shouted: “Awen, you are not going back to the light, are you?”
Qiao Wen: “…” Since the book does not deceive me, this kid is really not very smart.
Before he could answer, Uncle Hua had walked in and slapped Hao Zai’s head: “Bad boy, mourning again!” He glanced at the two clean lunch boxes next to his eyes and said, “If you can eat, it means that It’s okay, don’t scare yourself.”
Hao Zi finally stopped crying again and stood up with his nose.
After two bowls of porridge, Qiao Wen finally had the energy to consider reality again.
He looked around, his gaze fell on the old wall clock on the dark yellow wall, the pointer on it was pointing at five o’clock in the afternoon.
It is written in the book that the day when the actor Lin Zihui’s father died, it was when the father and son had evening tea, and Chen Jianan would not start until 7 or 8 in the evening.
He still has time.
Thinking, the person has gotten out of bed.
Upon seeing this, Hao Tsai hurried forward to help him, and said in a panic: “Awen, what are you going to do? Just tell me what you want. You just woke up and lay down and recuperate.”
At the moment he stepped on the ground, Qiao Wen only felt that his legs were completely uncontrollable. Fortunately, Hao Zai held him back.
After breathing for a while with black eyes, he finally managed to relax.
Although I know that the original body has just returned from the ghost door, this body… is too weak.
Qiao Wen has been healthy since he was a child and has developed athletic ability. Now that he has such a skin bag, he is really not used to it for a while.
But he also knew that this situation should be due to lying in bed for a long time.
Sitting on the edge of the bed calmly for a while, Qiao Wen tried to get up again. Although it was still a little strenuous, he was barely able to move freely.
Seeing that he was going outside, Hao Zi helped him anxiously: “Awen, don’t move around. If something happens again, my brother will kill me when he comes back.”
Qiao Wen chuckled at him and said: “I’m fine, but it’s really uncomfortable to lie down for a long time, so I have to go out and do activities.”
Uncle Hua outside said loudly: “Yes, it is this activity that allows blood to flow, which is beneficial to the body’s recovery.”
Hearing this, Hao Zi finally stopped struggling, nodded and said: “Okay, I’ll accompany you.”
Qiao Wen didn’t immediately refuse. With his support, he opened the curtain in the inner room and walked out slowly. Uncle Hua, who was outside, was sitting behind the table and was giving a pulse to an old woman who described it as withered. Hearing the movement of the two, his eyelids twitched, his eyes slanted, and the old **** was instructing: “Come back early for medicine.”
“Good Uncle Hua.”
Qiao Wen continued to walk outside, and when he passed a mirror in the room, he subconsciously raised his head and glanced, and then he was slightly startled.
The original body only exists in the memory of Chen Canan in the book, and there is almost no positive description. He only knows that it is a sick seedling that grew up in a medicine jar. As for what it looks like, it is completely unknown.
The mirror has been a few years old, and the surface is not very clean, but Qiao Wen still sees the original appearance clearly. Rao Shi’s face is sickly, so thin that he can still see the beauty of his facial features. With long eyebrows and long eyes, dark eyes dangled in a pool, the bridge of the nose is tall and straight, and the thin lips have a natural upturned curve. It is a standard look of a handsome man with a strong wind and a weak willow.
Qiao Wen sighed in his heart, and with the help of Hao Zai, he walked out of the not-so-large gate of Uncle Hua Clinic.
Accompanied by the smell of corruption and the damp heat waves, Qiao Wen’s eyes are crowded, narrow and dilapidated tenement buildings, and scattered and dirty narrow streets.
At this time, it was still a bright day, but the densely packed buildings and scattered wires in the air blocked most of the light, making this a dark place with no light.
The Kowloon Walled City, where Chen Canan and Qiao Wen grew up, was also the most famous slum in Hong Kong before the 1990s.
A legendary sin city entrenched in the city’s hinterland.