A life of two souls traveling through time

Chapter 319: The New Year's Eve dinner was interrupted by the sound of the piano, Si Yao treate

At sunset, Aunt Liang had already prepared a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner. After the Wu father and son and Fu Qingli each brought wine and food to offer sacrifices to their ancestors, the sound of firecrackers rang out festively. After the thick smoke dissipated, bright red confetti fell on the silver-white snow like petals, adding a vivid color.

As night falls, the main room is brightly lit with candles, the aroma of incense and candles mixed with the flavors of food on the table, exuding the warmth of a New Year's gathering.

"Spring is coming and a new year is about to begin. May you be safe and happy every day and every year to this night." Everyone took their seats. Fu Qingli was the first to pick up the wine glass and said new year greetings with a gentle smile. His eyes moved around and finally landed on Si Yao's face, but he quickly looked away when he saw the other person's eyes moving towards him.

"Brother Qingli is a scholar, and even his greetings are so nice. I'm a rough guy, so I'll just keep it simple. I wish everyone a happy new year!" Awei raised his glass and followed behind. Compared with Fu Qingli's dignity, he was quite casual.

"It is our blessing that Miss Si Yao can stay and celebrate the New Year with us. You have been so kind to us..."

As the year progresses and the twilight ends, we offer festivals to bring forth the new beauty.

Winter ends tonight, the new year begins tomorrow….

Just when Aunt Liang wanted to take advantage of the New Year to express her gratitude to Si Yao again, the distant and ethereal sound of a piano suddenly came from outside and interrupted her words. Then a low, melodious, yet somewhat sad singing voice slowly sounded along with the piano sound.

The singing was intermittent, and from time to time it was covered by the sound of firecrackers in the distance, but it was obvious that the singer was closer to the Fu family, so the people in the main room could hear it clearly.

"Who doesn't go home for the New Year's Eve dinner on this New Year's Eve? Instead, they go out to play the piano and sing songs?" The sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner was suddenly interrupted before it even started. A Wei sighed unhappily and was about to get up to go out to look for someone when he was stopped by Fu Qingli.

"You guys eat first, I'll go take a look." Fu Qingli said with a smile to Aunt Liang and the father and son of the Wu family.

"Judging from the voice, it should be a sick old man. I will go with you." At this time, Si Yao had also stood up and walked out of the house with him.

Aunt Liang and the Wu family's father and son naturally couldn't eat in peace when they saw this situation, so they followed to the gate of the courtyard. However, they couldn't see anyone in the dark night, but the direction of the sound seemed to be above the river.

The ice melts away in the water, and the fragrance of plum blossoms spreads into the wind.

This is the end of the feast, and the pot is poured out to wait for the dawn.

My name is Liu Shenghe, and I’m a zither player in your house.

A girl has grown up, graceful and charming.

Chuan met a pretty man and seduced him to leave his father.

Poor parents, they travel thousands of miles to find their daughter...

The singing continued, but the singer's voice became weaker and weaker until it almost sounded like a struggle.

Fu Qingli and Si Yao hurriedly followed the sound of the piano and quickly walked to the top of the river. From afar, they saw a figure playing the piano in the snow under a tree by the river. However, the thin and frail figure was shaky. If they had not found it in time, even if it did not freeze to death in this snowy night, it would probably roll into the river in a short time.

When Fu Qingli and Si Yao caught up, the sound of the piano happened to stop abruptly. The old man playing the piano seemed to be startled by the footsteps, but as soon as he turned his head, he suddenly fainted and fell backwards. Fortunately, Fu Qingli stepped forward in time to support him.

"Old man? Old man?" Fu Qingli looked at the old man in his arms who was cold and unconscious. He called him twice but saw no response, so he quickly looked up at Si Yao.

"Take him back first." Si Yao also squatted down and pinched the old man's philtrum. Seeing that the other party was still breathing, he opened his mouth and gave the order.

Upon hearing this, Fu Qingli did not dare to delay for a moment. He carried the old man in his arms and ran quickly towards home. Si Yao picked up the zither beside him and followed closely.

The people waiting at the gate of the courtyard were also terrified when they saw Fu Qingli holding an unconscious old man. Although Aunt Liang was superstitious about picking up a dying old man during the New Year, as it would be unlucky if the old man died at home, she could not be so cruel as to watch him die when his life was at stake. What's more, with Miss Si Yao around, there was nothing to worry about. She and the father and son of the Wu family made way.

Fu Qingli directly carried the old man back to his room, and ordered Awei to bring in the charcoal basin. Si Yao lit the candle in the room and came to the bed. In the light, she could see that the white-haired old man not only had purple lips and face from the cold, but also the left side of his face was crooked, and the hand on the same side was stiff like a chicken claw on his chest.

"This old man doesn't look like he has just caught a cold, right?" Fu Qingli noticed the old man's obvious symptoms, so he curiously asked Si Yao, who was still treating the patient.

"Well, catching a cold is the least serious. The most serious one is a stroke. This disease has an acute onset, and the patient will suddenly faint and lose consciousness. After waking up, he may have hemiplegia, slurred speech and other problems. It is mostly caused by internal injuries, overwork or emotional damage." As the patient was unconscious, Si Yao could only give a rough diagnosis and treatment, then stood up and sighed.

From the unclear singing just now, Si Yao roughly heard that the old man seemed to have come here from a long distance to find his daughter, but his daughter had not been found yet, and he himself was sick. She also realized later that the reason why the old man sat by the river and sang to play the piano despite the cold was that he wanted to end his life, but fortunately they found him in time.

"Ah, most likely he is worried about his daughter and is hurt by his emotions." Fu Qingli, like Si Yao, guessed most of it from the song. Looking at this poor white-haired old man, he couldn't help but sigh repeatedly.

Although the three people waiting at the door did not hear the lyrics of the song clearly, the conversation between Fu Qingli and Si Yao at this time made them involuntarily feel sympathy for the old man who was still unconscious on the bed.

"Aunt Liang, I remember that there seemed to be some cinnamon twigs, white peony root, licorice and amomum villosum in the medicinal materials I gave you last time?" Si Yao was a doctor after all. She was the first to calm down and turned to ask Aunt Liang who was standing at the door.

In any case, curing illnesses and saving lives is the most important thing, but now it is New Year's Day and it is late at night and snowy, so there is no way to go to the pharmacy to get medicine, so I can only use the remaining medicines at home.

"Yes, yes, yes. Do you want to boil it?" Seeing Si Yao asking her, Aunt Liang came back to her senses and asked hurriedly.

"Well, add some ginger slices to drive away the cold." Si Yao nodded.

Aunt Liang responded and immediately went out of the house to look for medicinal herbs. She had followed Si Yao in decocting medicine for several months, so naturally she knew a lot of medicinal herbs now.

When Si Yao was giving acupuncture treatment to the old man, Fu Qingli was quietly standing by to help. Seeing that everyone was busy treating patients and saving lives and they could not help, the Wu father and son took the dishes that had already cooled on the table back to the kitchen to reheat them.