blue shirt oath

Chapter 222 Survival and Death

Du Qi stood under the gradually setting sun, stretching out his hand to receive a handful of golden sunlight.

His hands, like his body, were covered in scars.

Song Guichen felt distressed.

But Du Qi seemed to be used to it, and there was no expression on his calm face.

"Xiao Qi, what are you thinking?" She came over and squatted in front of Du Qi.

Du Qi put away his hands and looked at her with raised eyebrows.

Song Guichen thought to himself, this guy raised his eyebrows exactly the same as Du Qingshan.

In the past few days, Du Qingshan never treated Du Qi as a child in major matters, and asked Du Qi's opinions equally in the tone of his peers.

For example, returning to Beijing.

According to Du Qingshan, although Du Qi looks thin and weak, he has actually understood everything since he was a child.

An 11-year-old kid knows everything.

Especially after experiencing so many things personally.

That's why Du Qingshan cherishes Du Qi, but he doesn't treat him like a fragile doll. Although he doesn't force Du Qi to speak, he separates his brothers every now and then. Du Qi said.

Du Qi just listened to Du Qingshan quietly.

What he knew, his brother knew almost as well.

So he didn't even think about speaking.

With my brother around, those who hurt him will definitely receive retribution.

Du Qi looked at the gate quietly, and Song Guichen asked, "Missing my brother? He went to Jiedu Mansion and will be back soon."

Du Qi shook his head, of course he knew that his brother had gone to Jiedu Mansion.

He also knew that they were going back to Kaifeng tomorrow, to go home.

He just wanted to kiss his mother.

That day, the nanny covered his eyes and carried him away from the fire, but through the nanny's trembling fingers, he really saw his father and mother lying in a pool of blood.

The word "going home" is so unfamiliar to me at this time.

Parents are gone, does he still have a home?
Song Guichen didn't understand the inner drama of this mature young boy, but read from his sad eyes the sadness she had never experienced before, and was a little choked up for a moment, wanting to say something to make the little guy smile.

She tilted her head and smiled, pointing to the neem tree protruding from the wall into the yard: "Do you know what kind of tree that is?"

Du Qi came back to his senses, looked at it seriously for a while, and shook his head doubtfully.

Song Guichen took him to the corner of the wall and looked up at the luxuriant neem tree branches.

"This is a neem tree." She said, "neem is a kind of medicine and a kind of poison. There are two kinds of this tree, male and female. The male has bare roots and no seeds, and is poisonous. Taking too much can make people vomit, and even It can kill people. The root of the female has white seeds that are slightly poisonous, and the female tree can be used for medicine."

Du Qi opened his mouth wide in surprise.

He was seriously thinking about the truthfulness of Song Guichen's words.

Song Guichen smiled, and touched his lovely cheek: "This tree is a male tree that is highly poisonous. Do you know that last time we stunned the bad Taoist priest who caught you, we used the Neem, according to Uncle Wu, Daoist Yuan woke up the next day and still vomited, and after eating the neem poison I refined, he probably won’t be able to eat in the next few days.”

"really?"

Du Qi was surprised, "Sister Xiaochen is so good?"Will it still make poison?

Hearing him speak again after a few days, Song Guichen was very happy, nodded and said, "Sister will never lie to you."

So Du Qi became interested in the method of making poison, Song Guichen was naturally happy to take him into the pharmacy, and explained to him one by one.

"Sister! Sister!"

Li Cui ran from outside, panting, holding on to the eaves of the door, his small face was flushed by the north wind, and his eyes were also flushed.

Song Guichen looked at him in surprise: "What's wrong? Running so fast?"

"I beg my sister to save my father!"

Li Cui knelt down with a plop.

Song Guichen was so shocked that he hurriedly stepped forward to help the child up, and comforted him, "Don't worry, just talk slowly, what's wrong with your father?"

Li Cui hesitated to speak, and pulled Song Guichen's sleeve, tears fell patter.

"Ah Cui, don't worry, my sister will go and have a look." Then he turned and asked Du Qi, "Xiao Qi, are you going with your sister?"

Du Qi looked at Li Cui, who was crying into a ball. His brother and Uncle Wu had gone out, and he and sister Song were the only ones in the bamboo garden.

If he doesn't go with Sister Song, Sister Song will be embarrassed.

Du Qi nodded.

Song Guichen breathed a sigh of relief, took the medicine box, led Du Qi with one hand, and Li Cui with the other, and hurried to the Li family's pyrography shop.

Song Guichen knew that Li Cui's mother had died since he was a child, and that only his father raised him up. He also knew that Li Cui's father had taken in Father Chang and his son. However, when she saw the scrawny man lying on the bed, she couldn't help but cry shock.

She never thought that Ah Cui's father was a paralyzed person in bed.

When Third Sister Chang and Father Chang saw Song Guichen's arrival, they seemed to see a living Bodhisattva: "Miss Song, save Painter Li."

Painter Li on the bed roared feebly: "I don't want anyone to save me, don't save me!"

"Speak slowly, what happened to him?"

"He, he..." Third Sister Chang hesitated, a little hesitant.

Seeing this, Li Cui said directly: "My father has been smoking poppies to relieve the pain in his legs."

"I see." Song Guichen couldn't bear Li Cui to continue talking, and said to them, "Miss Sisi, please take care of Aqi, leave it to me here."

Father Chang said: "I'll help the girl."

"it is good."

Third Sister Chang led the two children to another room.

With outsiders around, Li Cui desperately held back his tears, holding the corner of the table with his little hands.

Du Qi sat alone on the side, staring at the main room, and heard the patient's moaning and chirping voice from inside, mixed with sentences such as "leave me alone, let me die".

Du Qi complained: death is too easy, the difficult thing is always to live.

He despises people who seek life and death when encountering a little setback.

When he was in Wu Qianxing's hands, no matter how much the other party tortured him, he always gritted his teeth and endured it. The only insistence in his heart was: he must live, he must live to see his brother, and he must live to avenge the tragic death of his parents.

Looking at Li Cui who was biting his lip, Du Qi suddenly felt that he was also quite pitiful.

Judging by his appearance, he is one or two years younger than himself.

I heard from my brother that it is not easy for him to draw pictures by himself and sell them.

The two children were quieter than the other. Although Third Sister Chang was also worried about the situation in the main house, she was an adult after all. She was worried that the children would be frightened, so she offered words of comfort:

"Don't worry, Sister Song is very skilled in medicine. With her here, Uncle Li will be fine."

The tears in the corners of Li Cui's eyes still couldn't help falling down.

"My father is determined to find my mother, and he doesn't want me anymore."

If a person loses the will to live and seeks death with all his heart, no matter how much others try to save him, he will not be able to save him.

Third Sister Chang softly called "A Cui" and sighed, but she didn't say a word after all.

When she and her father came to Nanyang together, she collapsed from starvation at Li's bakery shop. It was this eight or nine-year-old boy who gave them a bowl of hot broth.

In order to repay Tang's kindness, she stayed with Father Chang.

During these days, she also learned a lot of stories about painter Li.

　emmmmmmm, why does time go by so fast? ? ? ?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)