You are my golden finger

After taking a few breaths, Lin Xijin's light and phantom figure, like a mountain elf, landed beside the pond.

It didn't snow tonight. A crescent moon hung in the sky, emitting only a faint light. However, the rippling waves still added a bit of vitality to the valley.

Lin Xijin placed the beef chunks and spiritual spring water in two places, and whistled long, summoning the big tiger and the wolves.

After a while, there was a hissing sound, and the big tiger and the wolf leader emerged from the bushes on both sides, followed by more than ten wolves. The big tiger and the wolf leader came to Lin Xijin's feet and rubbed her, then separated to enjoy their food.

After eating the meat and drinking the water, the leader wolf howled and led the pack of wolves back into the bushes.

But the tiger didn't leave. Instead, it came to her feet, bit her trouser legs and pulled her hard. Lin Xijin knew something must be wrong, so she patted the tiger's head and signaled it to let her go.

After walking about 200 meters with Dahu, they came to some clusters of rhododendrons. Dahu stopped and rubbed her legs.

Lin Xijin looked down and vaguely saw a shadow of a person. He quickly took out the flashlight from the space and saw a tall man lying on the ground, wearing dark black clothes. What was shocking was that there were two arrows stuck in his back. It was conceivable that the man must have been injured and fell to the ground.

It looks really miserable!

He stepped forward, took his hand, and felt his pulse, and determined that the man was still alive, but was just injured, poisoned, and had lost too much blood. If he was not treated, the man would go to hell.

Thinking that this man was found by Da Hu, and holding the idea that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, Lin Xijin first cut off the arrows and took out an antidote pill to feed him. But when she turned the man over and saw his face, she was so scared that she sat down on the ground.

Oh my god, mountains and rivers meet each other! Life is like a play! Is this possible?

But memory doesn't lie. The face of the boy that was deeply imprinted in my mind was vividly presented before my eyes: sword-like eyebrows, straight nose, lips like flower petals...but his originally fair skin now looked extremely pale, without a trace of blood, his lips were dark purple, and his eyes that were as bright as stars were tightly closed, and he looked lifeless.

Lin Xijin endured the doubts and heartache in her heart, touched Dahu's head, and let it go. She fed the boy detoxification pills and spiritual spring water, and pressed a few acupuncture points on the boy to prevent the poison from spreading.

With a thought, he moved the boy into his own space, then he took a breath and flew away, soon returning to the pharmacy at home.

Enter the space and put the boy on the bed in his pharmacy.

Without caring about being reserved, she quickly removed his clothes with a pair of scissors and discovered that the boy was covered with scars, both old and new.

This time there were three fatal wounds: a knife wound on the thigh and two arrow wounds on the back. The arrow tips were poisoned and one was close to the heart. If it had been a little bit off, his life would have been in danger.

Lin Xijin put an IV on the boy and first treated the knife wound, cleaning and disinfecting it, stopping the bleeding, suturing it, and bandaging it. Then she disinfected and operated to remove the arrowhead, stopped the bleeding, sutured it, and bandaged it, and gave him a tetanus shot. Finally, she tested the boy's blood, transfused it, cleaned the boy's whole body, and put on a hospital gown.

Although she worked very quickly, it still took her more than two hours to complete the process because she had no assistant.

After drinking two cups of spiritual spring water, her strength slowly recovered. She sat quietly in front of the bed, admiring the handsome face of the boy in front of her.

The boy in front of me looked only about 18 or 19 years old, and his appearance was more handsome than any of the young actors on the modern screen. His facial features and face shape seemed to be carved with a knife, and his lines were already showing signs of firmness.

Looking at this face, Lin Xijin's thoughts became somewhat distant, and pictures flashed through his mind.

When I was in junior high school, there were three Bauhinia trees in front of the school building. Judging from their thick and winding branches and their appearance as tall as the four-story teaching building, they were quite old.

As soon as autumn arrives, the lush branches burst into flowers of varying shades, pink and purple. These brightly colored flowers accompany the students who study hard through the long autumn and winter seasons, adding a lot of warmth and laughter to their lives until the arrival of spring.

I remember the Chinese teacher reading her composition in a sweet and lyrical voice: "These three Bauhinia trees are like a happy family. Their branches are closely connected, just like their arms clasped in the clouds; their pink and purple flowers are their brilliant smiles; they stand shoulder to shoulder, leaning on each other, welcoming the morning glow, bidding farewell to the evening mist, defying the frost, and resisting the wind and rain..."

The boy gave him five stars when they were evaluating each other's essays!

I recall with longing an episode from those days: the naughty girl at my desk once quietly pinned a Bauhinia flower on the end of her braid while she was concentrating on her homework, and then put the remaining flowers on the desk of the boy sitting behind her, then jumped up and shouted: "Boy XX is putting a flower on girl XX!"

She angrily pinched the flower on the end of her braid, turned her head and glared at the boy, only to find that the boy's lips were stammering and his face was flushed purple, just like the color of Bauhinia petals.

The classmates in the same class clapped their hands and laughed until the teacher appeared. The laughter ended with a shout from the teacher.

But time is like a clever thief, stealing away the joy that belongs to the youth. The innocence of the youth has long become a sealed photo, becoming distant and burnt.

From junior high school to high school, they stayed together for six years, and only separated in college. But the feelings of young people are like the spring water in a pond, overflowing day by day.

The boy grew taller and older, and enlisted in the army during his freshman year. From his freshman year to his junior year, I received many letters from him, but I had only seen the photos he sent me of himself looking heroic in military uniform.

The winter of the junior year was particularly cold. Along with the cold wave came the boy’s suicide note and a bamboo flute that he used to play.

The cadre from the army who delivered the suicide note said that the boy was a member of the special forces and that during a mission, he was taken into a deep pool on the edge of a cliff by bandits while trying to rescue hostages. After several searches, the boy's body was not found.

In the spring of the following year, Lin Xijin signed up for military service and became a military doctor in the special forces. With her thoughts on the boy, day after day, year after year, she passed by the figures in camouflage uniforms one by one, but "I searched for him among the crowd for thousands of times, but he was not the one."

In this way she spent her long life alone.