Chapter 174: May my son’s misfortune be prosperous, and any misfortune be turned into good fortune
These words made Yu Tingwan’s eyes turn into a storm, and he could not hide the shock on his face.
Hui Niang initially identified Wei Zhao as Wei Shen based on the talisman of peace.
The small pocket containing the peace charm was sewn stitch by stitch by Hui Niang back then. It was made by her hands, so there is no way she can admit her mistake.
But Wei Zhao’s usual love for the Peace Talisman cannot be faked.
Yu Tingwan thought about thousands of possibilities.
She thought that maybe Wei Zhao's and Wei Shen's peace talismans were accidentally similar or confused.
She also thought that maybe too many years had passed, and Wei Shen left home too early, and the boy's appearance and personality had changed too much, so the Wei family couple did not have the slightest suspicion.
I never thought...
Obviously these days, my parents treat Wei Zhao as their own son.
When they were in Xilin Village, the couple were afraid that he would commit suicide, so they kept watch day and night without saying a word, even trying to save him at the risk of selling the pot.
Yu Tingwan asked word by word: "I knew you were lying a long time ago?"
Wei Zhao put down the book in his hand: "Wrong."
"Mother Wei knew from the beginning that I was not Wei Shen."
"The talisman was drawn by the abbot of Huguo Temple himself."
Looks ordinary.
That is not the case.
It seems that Yu Tingwan has never seen the common styles of talismans in ordinary temples, so he can't compare them, so he can't tell anything strange.
"As for the pocket containing the peace charm that you tore..."
Yu Tingwan's eyelids twitched.
"It was made by the embroidery lady in the house."
Wei Zhao: "The material has been soaked in a special potion and is waterproof. Therefore, I have never embroidered any patterns on it."
"Wei Mu didn't I even forgot what the pocket I sewed looked like."
"When I rolled down the cliff, I lost all consciousness, and when I woke up, I became Wei Shen."
Wei Zhaozhi. A sharp pause.
When his father's death was approaching, his eyes were filled with confusion, but he insisted on being helped to the Wei family ancestral hall.
The poison on Duke Shun has spread throughout his body.
He stood too unsteadily, but still knelt down, offered incense and kowtowed to his ancestors.
The Peace Talisman was given to him at that time.
Shun Guogong said.
——"Your grandmother believes in Buddhism. When she gave this talisman, she said that the Bodhisattva would protect me and your uncle and have a smooth life."
——"Your uncle and I don't believe in this, but it was given by our loving mother. Once you take it, you never leave it.”
— - "I don't know whether we brothers are not pious enough, or whether we are lucky enough to have this fate. Your uncle is gone, and I... don't have much time left."
Dragon Shun is wearing this. The clothes fit me perfectly before, but now they are empty.
Trapped by the illness, he became extremely thin. It seemed like only the skin and bones were left.
Where can I still see the grace of my early years?
——"Father, I leave this piece to you."
——"If the talisman is not able to protect you, after my father passes away, I will bless my son to become auspicious in times of adversity, and turn into good fortune in times of misfortune. "Ji."
——"When we return, I will leave it to you to support the Wei family."
My father has always promised.
Over the years, Wei Zhao has suffered injuries of various sizes.
It doesn’t count if you stab yourself.
The most fatal thing was the poisonous arrow that almost killed half of his life.
The patch on the chest was wet with blood and looked bluffing. But miraculously, the peace talisman was not stained with any blood.
He even stepped into the gate of hell and still survived.
Yu Tingwan clutched the peace charm and tried to digest it.
Wei Zhao doesn’t need to mention the rest, she knows.
Even if Yu Tingwan didn’t chase him out to see it, the news had already spread in the village.
The days are obviously painful with no end in sight, and Hui Niang also knows that her Alang will never come back. But I saw Wei Zhao lying on the ground, unconscious...
He was covered in blood and his appearance could not be seen clearly
He is about to die.
I am almost out of breath. Huiniang still couldn't help but feel palpitated, hearing the voices of the villagers.
——"Hurry up and save people! Where is Old Man Qian? Let Old Man Qian come over and take a look."
——"I guess he is a young man, I don’t know which military camp he is from."
——"There is only one military camp closest to our place, and it should be that of the Wei Family Army."
——"Isn't that from the same military camp as Alang of the Wei family?"
——"Look, what is hanging around his neck? A peace charm?"
It was picked up by Hui Niang. The firewood fell to the ground.
She couldn't care about anything. She pushed aside the villagers in front and rushed towards them.
Hui Niang’s fingertips were shaking and her whole body was trembling.
Is it Alang?
Is Alang looking for her?
A layer of hope just appeared in her eyes, and she approached cautiously, as if she didn't dare to touch.
But soon, the light in his eyes was shattered.
No.
The pain and sorrow accumulated over the years completely broke out at this moment, and she choked and burst into tears.
I don’t know what she was thinking at that time.
How long has it been a struggle?
She was going crazy thinking about Wei Shen.
She said.
——"It's my Alang."
Yu Tingwan's eyebrows were full of distress for Huiniang, and her voice was a little hoarse.
“What about dad?”
Wei Zhao: “He didn’t know it at first.”
At first, Wei Shouzhong was doing farm work.
It was Granny Fan who came over and informed her that Wei Shen was still alive.
Wei Shouzhong has a dark face and thinks Mrs. Fan is really hateful!
It’s okay to be annoying if you don’t talk much, but you actually use Alang to talk about it for fun.
Isn’t this rubbing salt into his heart!
Mr. Fan got angry when she saw that he didn't believe him.
——“Why did I come here so eager to lie to you!”
——“Your mother-in-law’s eyes are swollen to walnuts from crying right now, and she is kneeling on the ground begging the old man for money to treat her.”
< br>As she said that, she couldn't help but sigh.
——"It's like this. I think it's 80% impossible. Your mother-in-law is very stubborn. If I were you, I would try to persuade you. It's better to buy a coffin if you have the time. Don't turn around and end up with personal wealth. The end of both sides.”
Li Lian came here at this time.
After hearing this, she was so angry that she scolded Mrs. Fan directly.
——"You are the one who talks like that? We are from the same village, who are you cursing? It is a good thing that Alang is back! When he is cured, Shouzhong and his wife will be able to get through it."
Business matters were important, and Li Lian didn't care to teach Mrs. Fan a lesson. She walked quickly towards Wei Shouzhong.
——"Shou Zhong, your uncle has also heard about Alang's return. No matter whether the injury is serious or not, we have to treat him."
——"You are not confused. If you want to give your adopted son a house, that’s what they owe you, but it’s nothing compared to your own flesh and blood.”
Li Lian took out the money wrapped in coarse cloth from her arms.
——"I know you two don't have any savings, so you should take emergency supplies first."
Wei Shouzhong didn't hear a word of what Li Lian said next. .
If he doesn’t believe in Mrs. Fan, how can he not believe in the Li Zheng family? Wei Shouzhong began to feel dizzy and ran towards Old Man Qian without caring about anything.
“I didn’t know at first?”
Yu Tingwan frowned: "What do you mean?"
Wei Zhao: "He will be watching over me when I wake up."
But Wei Zhao wanted to die at that time.
Wei Shouzhong stood guard at the edge, fearing that he might do something bad again, but he was stupid and kept looking for words.
But in front of this 'resurrected from the dead' son, he kept nagging.
He looked at Wei Zhao as if he couldn't get enough.