I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 3 Shouting Soul
"I'll get you some water!"

The gray-haired grandma was very happy to see Feng Bingwen, who was in good spirits.

"I want boiling water!"

Although a little embarrassed, Feng Bingwen still made the request unswervingly.

Buddha sees a ladle of water, forty-eight thousand insects.He knows how dirty raw water is, and he doesn't want a bunch of worms living in his stomach.He doesn't have pagoda candy to eat.

"Understood, my little master!"

The old woman also knew that her grandson was particular about it, but she didn't understand it at first, but she got used to it after a few years, if she likes to drink boiled water, let him drink it.

"grandmother!"

Feng Bingwen knew that his habit of drinking boiled water was too extravagant, but he had no choice, he felt that the risk of drinking raw water was too great.

Drinking unboiled water for a long time has a high probability of being parasitized by strange bugs, and you may also be infected with various strange diseases. After getting sick, most of the time you can only pray that your body is good enough to survive.

"Are you still sleepy?"

The old woman brought a bowl of steaming water, which had been boiled on the stove long ago.

"Still sleepy!"

"Go on and sleep after drinking water, and you'll be fine when you wake up tomorrow!"

"Ah."

Feng Bingwen looked at grandma's kind and kind face, as if having a fever is not a big problem, but if he remembers correctly, a cold and fever can also be life-threatening.

"call--"

Feng Bingwen exhaled with some difficulty, and then, with the help of his grandma, slowly drank warm boiled water. After feeling a little more comfortable, he lay down and fell asleep amidst the overwhelming drowsiness.

"Wen'er—"

"Go home!"

"Wen'er—"

"Go home!"

… In a daze, Feng Bingwen opened his eyes, the sky outside the window was dark, it was dusk.Turning his head slightly, he could see his grandfather writing something with a pen on the desk in the room. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the old man's face was inexplicably majestic.

Listening attentively, he could hear his grandma's call faintly outside the window, calling his nickname, but what made him feel strange was that every time his grandma called out, there would be a voice responding.

The two voices singing in unison gradually faded away in the dusk, and the village suddenly became extremely peaceful, as if no one was moving around.

"Are you awake? Are you hungry? Your grandma warmed up two white masks for you and kept them warm in the pot. If you're hungry, I'll bring them for you."

Feng Lingjun noticed Feng Bingwen who opened his eyes, and asked with a smile, feeling very good.

"I'll just eat half of it."

Although his body was very weak, Feng Bingwen really didn't have any appetite, but he knew that after he fell ill, he should find ways to put something in his stomach.

"Row."

The old man responded, then got up and went to the stove in the kitchen, took out half a white flour bun that was still warm, and handed it to the sleepy-eyed and not-so-good children on the bed.

Feng Bingwen was sitting on the bed, eating half a white flour bun, and just as he was about to finish gnawing, he saw his grandma holding a white porcelain sea bowl, with a warm smile on her face, leading a familiar woman. My aunt walked into the door.

"Wen'er woke up? I'm fine. When I wake up, I'll be fine tomorrow morning."

In Feng Bingwen's surprised eyes, he watched his grandma turn the bowl she was holding upside down on the head of the bed, and then cover it with a pillow—an inexplicably familiar scene that seemed to have appeared in a dream.

"what is this?"

Feng Bingwen glanced at the white porcelain sea bowl that was half exposed under the pillow, and felt at ease. He remembered that after doing this, he would be fine after sleeping and getting up again.

He was lying on the bed, listening to the grown-ups chanting a few words in a daze, the aunt who came back with grandma said goodbye and left, when the night darkened, he fell asleep again, laying on some uncomfortable pillows, lost Fell asleep.

giggle-

In the early morning, with the sound of a rooster crowing outside the window, Feng Bingwen suddenly opened his eyes, and the warm sunlight had penetrated into the house from the window, reflecting the uneven mud on the floor of the room, making it look very shabby.

But in fact, his family is already a well-off family that most people would envy.Ordinary people can't afford a child to drink boiled water every day.

"I'm fine!"

Feng Bingwen got out of bed happily and moved his body, because he was full of energy at this time, the groggy head and the hot and uncomfortable feeling yesterday were gone forever, and the whole body was transparent and incomparably smoother, it seemed that he was better than before he fell ill. Even more comfortable.

"that's amazing!"

He had a fever, but he didn't take any medicine, so he lay on the bed, drank some boiled water, ate some white buns, and then his grandma went outside to make a round, and came back to bring him a bowl to sleep on. I woke up and woke up the next morning and nothing happened.This disease is as good as fake.

"Brother Wenzi! Brother Wenzi!"

Just when Feng Bingwen was puzzled, a lively and noisy voice came from outside the house, and several energetic monkeys rushed into the house from outside.

"You guys, why didn't you come to see me yesterday?"

Looking at these playmates from the same village, Feng Bingwen, who was extraordinarily energetic at this time, thought of something.

"My mother wouldn't let me come to you, saying that you were frightened, and you definitely wouldn't be able to get up yesterday, you're bored."

A skinny monkey-like kid replied, grinning, with black paint-spotted eyes googling around, looking extraordinarily clever.

"You all know I'll be fine today?"

Feng Bingwen felt a little surprised.

"Aren't you just scared? Your grandma yelled in the village last night. You must be fine today."

The few kids who came to find Feng Bingwen thought it was normal. They were not good kids like Brother Wen Zi, who ran to the wasteland behind the village very early.

"Then you were not scared yesterday?"

"No."

"We had a great time yesterday, but we wanted to come to you, but the adults wouldn't let us."

"Am I the only one who has a fever?"

Feng Bingwen felt that it was unfair, why did he fall down after playing in the wasteland behind the village?
"Yup!"

"Why am I sick?"

Feng Bingwen was a little sad, why did he encounter this unlucky thing alone.

"do not know!"

A group of dolls rolling in the mud naturally don't understand this kind of thing.They only know that they are sick, and they just lie in bed and wait for the adults to treat them.

"I'll find someone to ask!"

It would be fine if everyone was unlucky, but he was the only one who had a fever, Feng Bingwen couldn't bear this tone.

"Second Master!"

The incomprehensible Feng Bingwen left the house with a group of followers, and at a glance he found an old man walking into the field outside the village with a hoe on his back.

An ordinary child meeting an adult is like a mouse meeting a cat, but Feng Bingwen very graciously called the old man to stop.

　Delete a hundred words

　　
　
(End of this chapter)