I responded and ran towards the main room.
But what makes me wonder is that Mr. Wang is standing nearby. Is there anything else I need to help with?
As soon as I entered the main room, Mr. Wang thrust a glass bottle into my hand. There was no label on it, but I knew it was wine, and it was highly concentrated wine, which stung my nose.
Before I asked Mr. Wang why he gave me the bottle, Wu Tinghan gestured to me and asked me to follow her into the room on the left side of the main room.
I glanced at Mr. Wang in confusion and asked him in a low voice, what are you doing?
Mr. Wang answered calmly, saying that she was injured on her back and wanted your help to deal with it.
After hearing this, I remembered that Wu Tinghan was stabbed just below the shoulder blade by an iron awl, and I can still smell the strong smell of blood to this day.
But I can’t!
I didn’t study medicine in college. Besides, even if I did, what could I do with just a bottle of wine and no needle or thread?
Mr. Wang said that you don’t need to know how to do it. You just need to go in and she tells you to do it. Just do it.
I followed him in with doubts in my mind. As soon as I walked in, Wu Tinghan threw a sachet-like sachet at me.
I lowered my head to open the sachet and saw several pieces of paper inside, some long and some short. I didn't know what to do, so I raised my head and was about to ask, but the scene in front of me short-circuited my head. , I couldn’t say even a single word for a while...
I saw Wu Tinghan taking off her clothes on her left shoulder with her back to me, exposing her round left shoulder and most of her smooth back. There was a cut of unknown depth just under her shoulder blade. , revealing his ferocious teeth, biting her snow-white skin fiercely.
Scarlet blood gurgled out from the wound, leaving a dazzling blood red on the snow-white skin. The mixture of red and white colors gives people an indescribable visual impact.
I think that even a professional doctor would find it difficult to act upon seeing such a wound, let alone a layman who has never seen such a bloody scene?
Wu Tinghan was very calm. After exposing the wound, she used a tissue to wipe the place she could reach with her right hand, wiping off all the blood. Then she lay down on the bench and told me: Put it on my wound. Pour the wine.
I couldn't help but glance at her wound again. When I thought about pouring wine on the wound, my own teeth couldn't help but feel sore and achy.
Normally, a small cut on her hand would be painful enough to be disinfected with alcohol, let alone such a big cut on her back.
But I know I have to do this, otherwise if I get infected, the consequences will be more serious.
So I opened the wine bottle, walked to the bench, asked if she was ready, and poured the wine on Wu Tinghan's wound without waiting for her answer.
"Um."
I heard Wu Tinghan make a sound from his nose, and then no sound came out again. If I hadn't seen her body trembling slightly, I would have thought she had fainted from the pain.
The reason why I didn't wait for Wu Tinghan to reply was because once I was mentally prepared, the muscles would tighten and it would be difficult for the wine to soak into all the injured areas, so I simply gave her a surprise attack, which would be more conducive to recovery.
After a minute or two, Wu Tinghan's body stopped shaking, and then he whispered to me, take out a piece of paper that is neither long nor short from the sachet, pick it up with the thumb and index finger of your left hand, and use the other three fingers to Don't touch the paper. After taking it out, I put it on my wound. ----Don't ask why, just do it.
I do want to ask, after all, it is very dangerous to put something like paper on a wound. This thing of yours is not a band-aid, and it has not been sterilized. If you just put it on like this, are you not afraid of infection?
But Wu Tinghan seemed to have expected it, so I could only do it.
After I spread the note on Wu Tinghan's wound, Wu Tinghan spoke again and smoothed the note with his index finger, trying not to leave any wrinkles.
I did as I was told, because I had poured the wine before, and the paper looked very flat in the water. Even if I wanted to wipe out the wrinkles, it was difficult. Thinking of this, I suddenly thought of my grandfather's face. Isn’t it just that after being soaked by my tears, it becomes wrinkle-free?
Thinking of this, I shuddered suddenly, and hurriedly shook the image of my grandpa's pale cheek with a sly smile out of my mind, and then concentrated on the note in front of me.
But what I never expected was that when I looked again, I couldn't find the piece of paper!
That’s right, I just can’t find it!
Not only was the piece of paper missing, but the wound on Wu Tinghan's back was also missing!
Now, apart from the mixture of blood, water and wine, there was only snow-white skin left on her back.
If I weren't afraid that Wu Tinghan would think too much, I would definitely touch it to see where the piece of paper went.
Since I couldn't touch it, I could only ask. I told him that the piece of paper and the wound had disappeared.
When Wu Tinghan heard this, he didn't seem surprised at all. He didn't even bother to wipe off the mixture of wine and blood, so he put on his clothes, turned around and walked out, as if I were transparent air.
I took a look at the blood on the floor to make sure I wasn't dreaming, then I found some paper towels, cleaned the floor, and then walked out of the room with the wine bottle and sachet.
As soon as I walked out of the room, I saw Wu Tinghan holding a hemp rope and measuring it on the hemp rope with a shoulder (open palm, the maximum distance between the tip of the thumb and the tip of the little finger) as a ruler.
Mr. Wang stood aside and watched with great seriousness, without blinking an eye!
I put down the wine bottle and returned the sachet to Wu Tinghan. Then I stood next to Mr. Wang and asked him in a low voice, "I'm just measuring the length of the hemp rope with my hands. Do I need to look at it so seriously?"
Without even moving his head or taking his eyes off the hemp rope, he said to me, "You know what a fool!" This is just a sky lantern. Not to mention you, just someone in the circle, you may not be able to see it once in your life! If it doesn't look good, I won't even close my eyes until I die.
After finishing speaking, he continued to read attentively.
I also watched for a while and found that Wu Tinghan would insert a duck feather on the hemp rope first every three times, then five times, then seven... all at odd intervals.
When I was bored, Mr. Wang on the side seemed to suddenly think of something. He leaned against me with his shoulder, and then whispered to me, "You are so surprised to see it, but you can't tell anything about it."
After he finished speaking, he turned his head sideways for the first time and gave me a 'you know' look.
I know what he is talking about, it is nothing more than the thing that I understood in my heart before, but don’t say it out loud——Mr. Wang believes that because of luck, he will have natural blessings in understanding craftsmanship. .
This is why he thinks that I have only experienced the barber's mirror world once and can see through the double-sided mirror in the yard before the two of them.
But in my opinion, I don’t think Mr. Wang’s opinion is correct.
I still have the same point of view. I'm not stupid. The reason why I couldn't understand those things before was just because I had never been exposed to it before. I would definitely be a little uncomfortable with it for the first time. But I have experienced it once, and I can naturally draw inferences.
I think this is my inherent ability, and it has nothing to do with whether I am lucky or not.
But judging from Mr. Wang's 'you know' expression just now, he doesn't seem to think so at all, and firmly believes that his own opinion is accurate.
I was too lazy to explain to Mr. Wang, lest he would make fun of me for my "drawing inferences from one example" if something happened that I didn't see in the future.
At this time, I saw Wu Tinghan suddenly change the previous odd-numbered interval. After three steps from the previous interval, he suddenly stopped and inserted a duck feather there. It got even weirder after that, even the odd-numbered intervals were discarded, and I measured four times back and stopped.
What's the point of this? Are you doing it so casually? There is no pattern at all, how can I draw inferences from one example?
After Wu Tinghan finished, he threw the hemp rope on the Eight Immortals table and went to find other materials.
Before Mr. Wang could speak, I asked him first, what did the last two clicks mean? Why didn't they follow the rules?
Mr. Wang said, if I knew, I would also light sky lanterns.
Before I could complain, Wu Tinghan threw a handful of vegetables at me and said, "I want to find a way to squeeze these vegetables into juice."
Squeezing is easy, just go to the yard to find a piece and turn around. The key is how to collect the juice after squeezing.
I turned my head to look at Mr. Wang. Mr. Wang gave me a contemptuous look, then ran out of the main room, found a large porcelain bowl from the kitchen of Chen Guzi's house, and asked me to put vegetables in the bowl. Then he handed me an iron awl and asked me to use the awl handle to smash the vegetables, like pounding medicine.
After all, ginger is still hotter.
I smiled and said something to Mr. Wang, but he dismissed me by saying "do your job well and stop flattering me."
At that moment, I suddenly felt that Wu Tinghan was the superior emperor, and Mr. Wang was the father-in-law who used his status as emperor to show off his power, while doing his best to please the emperor so as not to squeeze the people below him as much as possible.
And I am even worse than ordinary people, more like a vegetable in this bowl, ready to be crushed by others!
I saw Wu Tinghan take a stack of yellow paper and go to the Eight Immortals table. Mr. Wang also followed him, but he came back very quickly.
I asked him, why don't you look more?
He said that the paintings are all about wind-shielding, talismans and seals. I know how to do it, but it doesn’t look good. But you, seeing this now, do you have any ideas?
I thought about it and said, it really does exist.
He talks, talk quickly.
I raised the porcelain bowl in my hand and asked, why didn't she make the juice herself?
Mr. Wang rolled his eyes at me angrily and said, do you have to use both hands to hit this?
I nodded and said, yes, I protected the porcelain bowl with one hand and smashed it hard with the other hand. I was very tired. That's why I asked why she didn't come by herself. Was it because she felt the work was too tiring?
When Mr. Wang heard this, he raised his foot and was about to kick me, but in the end he didn't move his foot. He was probably afraid that Wu Tinghan would beat him if the vegetable juice was spilled -- and he was obviously not Wu Tinghan. opponent.
He stopped his leg and said, "Senior Wu was injured, and he was making a loud noise with his left hand?"
I was shocked when I heard this and said, wasn't Mai cured just now? After putting the piece of paper on, I couldn't even find the wound.
He said that this was the trick of the Zhang family's paper makers, who made the stickers into leather.
