Vol 3 Chapter 1960:

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Xia Yuanqiu led Zhu Xi directly into his room, skilled to take out the needle bag, for the grandfather to take acupuncture points, a slap in the way of thorns, Zhuang Yu almost recognizes that Xia Yuanqiu is Xiaoyuan, one can Lie, you can put the story you hear from another person's mouth on your own head, and say it is your own story. But this ancestral skill needs to be practiced since childhood, not simple. Imitation can do it.
Since the accident in Xiaoyuan, the father has never taught anyone about Jiuyin and Jiuyang. It can be said that if the father left the world, no one would ever understand the magical point of the hole.
"You really are Xiaoyuan? Is it really Xiaoyuan?" Zhuang's hand trembled gently, and his eyes burst into tears involuntarily. Xiaoyuan was the child with her big hand. Her feelings for Xiaoyuan were no lighter than the old man.
Xia Yuanqiu pulled the needle and turned around and looked at Zhuang Yu in front of him. He said one word: "There is Yin in the yin and Yang in the yang. Pingdan to the middle of the day, the sun of the sun, the sun of the sun, the sun to the dusk. The yang of the sky, the yin of the yang, also the night to the humming, the yin of the sky, the yin of the yin -"
When I read this, Zhuang Wei had no doubts about her identity. These are the mouthfuls that she had been carrying since she was a child. This is one of the mouths of the nine yin and nine yang needles. Although she does not understand But know that this is Xiaoyuan, only Xiaoyuan will be in front of her face.
Zhuang Yu cried and hugged Xia Yuanqiu, tears rolling down, crying and laughing, like crazy: "You kid, since you are not dead, why not go home? You know how we have been in the past three years Come over?"
Xia Yuanqiu just shed tears. He couldn't say a word. He buried his face in Zhuang's chest and sipped the familiar taste. The tears wet the thin clothes.
"Xiaoyuan? Xiaoyuan, where are you? Xiaoyuan - you are coming back, Grandpa can't live without you, can't live without you - Xiaoyuan, my Xiaoyuan-"
The old man in his sleep, the tears falling from the corner of his eyes, his brows locked, his constant nightmare.
She rushed to Grandpa's bed and reached for her grandfather's hand: "Grandpa, I am back, Xiaoyuan is back, Grandpa, you wake up, you open your eyes and look at me, I am back!"
Xu heard the response of Xia Yuanqiu, and the lord in his sleep fell into deep sleep again, and did not continue to dream.
Xia Yuanqiu turned his head and said to Zhuang: "Do Grandpa often do this?"
Zhuang Yan nodded with a tear and said: "Since you have been in trouble for three years, he has not slept a few good feelings. His hair is almost white all night. When he falls asleep, he will say a dream, call your name, sometimes you. Father's name, when he was awake, he was dazed at the pictures of your father and daughter, and occasionally talking, it was too pitiful--"Zhuang Wei said, tears flowed involuntarily.
An old man, an 80-year-old old man, first lost his son, and then went through the only granddaughter who left him. Two white-haired people sent black-haired people. How can he withstand it?
Xia Yuanqiu was on the bed, his shoulders swayed, his throat whimpered, and he tried to bear it, but he couldn’t help it.
The old man slept very well. Until the night fell, he woke up. When he went downstairs, he saw Zhuang Zhe packing up the tableware and three pairs of tableware on the table. He did not ask: "Who is it?" ?"
Zhuang Xiao smiled and said: "You can get help from the old man and tell you a good news!"