The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 80 The Lights Are Affectionate
Gritting his teeth, he moved to the side and quickly located the Baihui acupoint on Yangyang's head. Then, he stared intently at the position one inch in front, behind, to the left, and to the right of Baihe.

Four positions, but only one name.

Extra points outside the meridians.

Four Gods of Wisdom.

Thumb tapping method.

A blur of motion flashed as his right hand swept across the room.

Just as it was about to land on Yangyang's head
Stopped suddenly.

His right hand, which had stopped moving, began to tremble, and Zhao Xiaochui's heart suddenly became heavy.

His body began to tremble, and he looked at the child with a mixture of confusion and despair.

There was no response from the heat flow.

The heat had already circulated twice in the child's body, and Zhao Xiaochui had gained a deeper understanding of his physiology.

The bruises on the buttocks were caused by domestic violence; the internal organs were displaced due to impact, but have been restored with the help of heat therapy and traditional Chinese internal energy massage; the mild concussion and emotional stress also contributed to the injury…

mood?

mood……

Zhao Xiaochui's eyes suddenly reddened.

Is it because no one answered the final call?

This child has no desire to live at all!

"Zhao Xiaochui, when you were ready to risk your life, did you consider how everyone who cares about you would feel if something happened?"

The fat receptionist's words seemed to echo in my ears.

Zhao Xiaochui understood how the person he cared about felt after something happened to them.

"Yangyang, it's okay if you mistook someone for someone else today. Uncle will take you to find them tomorrow."

"Yangyang, don't be like this. You still have your uncle. I'll take care of you from now on, okay?"

Zhao Xiaochui raised his head, sweat dripping from his forehead. He looked at the crowd around him, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty, his chapped lips opening and closing in vain, unable to utter a sound.

"Zhao Xiaochui, don't panic when things happen. Stay calm. Solutions can be found by thinking them up, not by rushing them."

The chubby receptionist never left the front desk, but she always remained in Zhao Xiaochui's heart.

"His name is Yangyang, he's 5 years old..."

Zhao Xiaochui spoke, his hoarse voice and pleading eyes, along with his small figure on the ground, caused countless women in the scene to cover their mouths.

"He just called you."

People watched and listened, but did not respond; some calm people had already made all the necessary phone calls.

"His name is Yangyang, he's 5 years old..."

The community hospital is right next door, and there were doctors on site, but how high did that child fly?
"He just called you."

What does the desperate expression on that disheveled young man's face signify?
"His name is Yangyang, he's 5 years old..."

What can you do to help if you go over there in front of the camera?
"He just called you."

The women, their eyes red, looked around anxiously. They had heard the child's last cry, and they only hoped that someone would actually come out.

"His name is Yang..."

Suddenly, Zhao Xiaochui stopped calling out and fixed his eyes on a figure with tears streaming down its face.

"Uncle, my mom loves to eat fruit..."

Zhao Xiaochui suddenly recalled the scene before Guoguo put the name tag on him; he and Yangyang were passing each other in the middle of the road...

"Sister Guoguo."

"Ah~"

Guoguo rushed over in a hurry. As a mother, she couldn't stand seeing such things happen, and even if the consequences were unpredictable, she would not hesitate to step forward.

She ran to Zhao Xiaochui's side, looking somewhat disheveled.

"What do you need me to do."

"Give me a reply."

Guoguo instantly understood what Zhao Xiaochui meant and quickly wiped her red eyes: "Which yangyang?"

"The yang of sunshine, the yang of not being cold."

Guoguo dared not touch the child. Ignoring her expensive custom-made clothes, she didn't hesitate to lie down on the ground and whisper in the child's ear:

"Yangyang, Mom is here."

The gentlest tone in the world is a mother calling her child.

Guoguo has a child, and she really hopes she can call him that every day.

"Yangyang, Mom is here."

With each gentlest call, the heat flow spontaneously stirred once more, though only slightly, Zhao Xiaochui felt it.

"Yangyang, Mom is here."

The afterimage flashed through the air once more.

Thumb tapping method.

Extra points outside the meridians.

Four Gods of Wisdom.

One name, four acupoints, three seconds per acupoint.

"Pfft~"

Sweat poured down his face, his left hand braced against the ground, and the heat still lingered.

Push flat with your thumb.

The Du Meridian, the sea of ​​Yang meridians.

Baihui acupoint.

go!
"Puff~"

As Zhao Xiaochui collapsed to the ground, amidst Guoguo's gentle calls and the gasps of countless people at the scene, a pair of bright little eyes slowly opened.

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In the crowd, the unassuming Yu Xiaoning breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Guoguo help the child up, but at the same time, she also let out a deep sigh.

He winked at the plainclothes officer not far away, pointed to the business company's security camera, and after the officer nodded, took out his phone:

"Aunt Chen, something's happened. There are many people recording at the scene."

After hanging up the phone, Yu Xiaoning set her sights on Jiang Ying and the others, as they were the most likely to cause trouble.

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This was destined to be an impressive opening ceremony.

The store closed before the ribbon-cutting ceremony even started.

Under normal circumstances, this store wouldn't last long.

But this was the most successful opening ceremony. Does this raise doubts about the store's technology?
They gave you a live demonstration of resurrection!
The result of the performance was that Sister Hua couldn't handle the overwhelming crowds who wanted to "sign up for a membership card." The high prices didn't scare them away, and after consulting with the plump receptionist, she simply closed the shop and went home.

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The accident happened very suddenly, so suddenly that more than ten hours had passed and night had fallen. All those who experienced the accident were still slowly processing what they had seen and heard.

The only exception was the chubby receptionist, who stepped out of the front desk and did a lot of things during that time.

This was the first time Zhao Xiaochui had traveled this far from the massage parlor since she started looking for a job.

After dealing with various matters, the chubby receptionist, carrying a takeout meal and holding Yangyang's hand in the other, stood quietly outside the dormitory building.

The door opened, and an expert professor came out with his team. He nodded and greeted the portly receptionist with respect.

"The young man suffered from acute dehydration, accompanied by stress-induced fever."

The expert's unhurried words carried a reassuring quality, which made the plump receptionist secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and her tense shoulders finally relaxed.

"Sorry to trouble everyone."

"Sister Chen, you're too kind. Just let me know if you need anything, I'll be there anytime." The expert from the bureau hesitated, glancing at Yangyang before leaving, then smiled sheepishly. "Sister Chen, could I take this child back for a checkup?"

"No."

"okay."

In the dormitory, Liu Li was holding a 0.9% saline solution and staring at Zhao Xiaochui on the bed.

Seeing the chubby receptionist bring her child in, she quickly ran over to take the packed food.

The chubby receptionist glanced at the listless young man on the bed, and her expression improved considerably.

She tapped Yangyang's little head beside her with her finger:

"None of you are easy to deal with."

Yangyang, who was looking at Zhao Xiaochui with concern, lowered his head.

Liu Li, who was setting out bowls and chopsticks nearby, smirked to herself.

"Let's eat. The food was specially brought from Siji Minfu."

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"Let's eat. I made your favorite braised fish today."

At the same time, a dilapidated old apartment in Xicheng District worth tens of millions of yuan was sold.

When his son and daughter-in-law, exhausted from get off work, came home, Old Zhou set out the meal.

"Thanks dad."

The son and daughter-in-law sat down, looked Old Zhou up and down, and seeing that he didn't seem tired, they exchanged glances.
"Dad, my workplace has allocated me a dormitory in the city's sub-center. It's a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment, and the No. 2 Experimental Primary School has also opened a branch there..."

“Right here!” Old Zhou made the decision without hesitation. “Can the principal, teachers, and students of the branch school be the same as here? Right here, I’m not tired. You can focus on your work. If you’re busy, don’t go back and forth. I’ll take care of the kids.”

For the sake of family, what's so tiring about all this fuss?

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Fatou, Cuicheng Xinyuan.

When Old Zhao saw that the old lady had packed a large bag of things, he couldn't help but say, "Some of these things are not allowed to be taken to prison."

"If you're not allowed to bring it, take it back."

The old lady was somewhat pleased. Although the child had been sentenced, because of his good attitude in admitting guilt and making adequate compensation, Zhao Wuyou's sentence was shorter than expected.

Even if a child makes a mistake and is rejected by the whole society, they are still their child and family.

"My dear grandson, go see your father tomorrow."

"Look at Daddy, look at Daddy."

"Alright, let's eat. I've lit the stove; we're having hot pot today."

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Night fell over Fatou.

Warm yellow light shone through the windows of the dormitory building.

Zhao Xiaochui lay quietly on the bed.

Next to them, three people, young and old, were enjoying delicious food from Siji Minfu.

The room was quiet, so quiet that Yangyang, who felt he had gotten into trouble, felt a little uneasy.

Liu Li picked up some food for him, intending to offer some words of comfort, but seeing the fat receptionist's expressionless face, she gave up.

It's just that one person is missing.

Suddenly, the person who was missing from the dinner table moved in bed.

He first rolled over, then started muttering to himself.

The three people at the dinner table stopped what they were doing and listened attentively.

The sound is unclear.

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Zhao Xiaochui is dreaming.

In his dream, he seemed to return to the rooftop of Building 15 on Xicheng Financial Street. This building housed many well-known financial and consulting institutions, the most famous of which was the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission of the State Council.

It takes some skill for him to get to the top of this building.

Standing on the rooftop, he suddenly thought of Li Ying. He wasn't reminiscing about the chubby girl, but rather recalling everyone he had met since then.

Why don't those elderly people who receive pensions go out to travel and enjoy nature?

Why don't Zhao Wuyou's family give up on him despite his "heinous crimes"?
What would those people who regularly send greetings to their relatives, even if they forget, think if they knew they had jumped?
And the chubby receptionist who always took me in and brought me hot, filling meals?
He jumped down, and the matter became a big deal. Some people will naturally get their comeuppance, but who will suffer the most?
He thought of Yangyang again, and how heartbroken he must have felt at that moment when the child had no attachment to life...

"It's just a case of mistaken identity, what's the big deal? Let's go find someone else."

This is my thought about Yangyang.

What would those who care about them think?
"So what if I suffered some losses and incurred some debt while trying to learn a skill? I didn't do anything illegal, it's not a big deal. We'll face it together!"

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In the dormitory.

Zhao Xiaochui's murmurs grew louder and clearer:
"Mom, I was wrong, I won't jump anymore."

"Mom, I was wrong, I will never jump again."

"Mom, I was wrong, I won't jump anymore."

"Mom, I was wrong, I will never jump again."

Liu Li and Yangyang were completely confused.

The chubby receptionist slowly broke into a smile.

She had long known that her child had a hurdle in his heart. Although she didn't know what he had encountered, everything she had done was for the sake of those words.

"Liu Li."

"Hey~"

"Light an alcohol stove to heat up the grilled fish; this dish tastes better when it's hot."

"Okay~"

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The old Fatou Street and the dilapidated dormitory buildings.

Rusty bicycles and pickle jars were pushed around in the stairwell, but a sliver of warm yellow light shone through the crack in the door of the innermost room on the second floor.

In the room, the chubby receptionist added a piece of the tenderest fish to Yangyang's bowl, and Liu Li secretly poured the gravy over his rice.

Yangyang lowered his head and ate his rice, his eyelashes casting small shadows under the light, but the corners of his mouth quietly turned up.

The old electric fan creaked and whirred, scattering the steam from the cabbage among the three people. No one spoke, but the three pairs of chopsticks occasionally clinked together, making a light, crisp sound.

On the bed not far away, the young masseur's sleeping face slowly relaxed, revealing a warm and gentle smile.

Feng Zikai once said in his "Random Notes from Yuanyuantang":

Under the electric light, by the stove, it's best to chat with family.

The warmth of lamplight is a source of great joy in life.

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Volume Two: The Warmth of Light (End)
Please don't accuse the author of being pretentious.

I was the one who was abandoned by my family.

Humans are simply driven by what they lack.

Let this imagined beauty be a blessing to all my fellow book lovers.

When you encounter difficulties, grit your teeth and face them. Think about your family who care about you. Nothing in this world is a big deal.

The central idea of ​​this volume is simply to fill the gap left by that initial jump.

Digging holes and filling them in—a popular writing style on Qidian (a Chinese online writing platform), who knows…

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