Chapter 12 I want to cry!
It was all because I went to buy medicine for myself...
Yang Ruoqing lowered her head silently, feeling a little gloomy. The hand hanging by his side was suddenly gently held by a rough, big hand.
She looked back and saw that it was Mrs. Sun.
"Why are your hands so cold? Don't you have a fever again?" Sun suddenly became nervous and raised her hand to touch Yang Ruoqing's forehead, but Yang Ruoqing grabbed that hand with her backhand.
"I touched it myself and it didn't burn. Maybe it was a bit cold at night," Yang Ruoqing said.
I really hate the original owner of this body to death. He ate so much for nothing, which stretched his stomach. He digested it quickly. After working hard all day, it was time to have dinner. My stomach There is nothing in it, and people don’t have much energy, so naturally their hands and feet are cold.
"Come, come over to Mom and sit down, Mom will cover you." Mrs. Sun took Yang Ruoqing's hand without any explanation, and moved her body to the other side of the bench to make room for her. He sat Yang Ruoqing next to her, stuffed Yang Ruoqing's slightly cold hands into the hem of her blouse, pressed them against her flat but warm belly, and held them tightly.
Sun’s other hand gently hugged Yang Ruoqing’s back, and she sighed softly in Yang Ruoqing’s ears: “I never dreamed that your father would be involved in such a thing. Mom, this afternoon, A whole heart I was so panicked that I couldn’t take care of you. My poor Qing’er, you are still sick. You are hungry and cold. My poor daughter...”
I haven’t said a few words yet. Mrs. Sun was so choked that she couldn't make a sound.
Yang Ruoqing lowered her head, feeling the warmth slowly passing from Sun's body into her hands, dispelling the coldness in her palms little by little.
What Yang Ruoqing never expected was that under such circumstances, Mrs. Sun could still be thinking about herself, thinking about the fact that she had not eaten or drank medicine. Mrs. Sun herself was so confused that she felt that the sky was about to fall. , but he can still use his own body temperature to cover his daughter's hands...
In his previous life, he was an orphan, and he could come and go as he pleased in the world. He will not be disturbed by anyone, nor will he be missed by anyone.
Dead or alive, sad or happy, you have to face it alone!
On such an autumn night, in a poor farmyard, in a dim hut with a soybean oil lamp swaying, being cared for by her mother, her nose suddenly sore, and she, who had been without tears for almost half her life, suddenly felt There is an urge to cry.
Yang Ruoqing turned her head sideways, forced back the moisture in her eyes, and turned her head again. Under the light, her eyes embedded in her breasts were countless times clearer than usual. No panic, just calmness.
"Mom, don't worry about me. Qing'er is already twelve years old. He is a big child and can take care of himself. Just stay with dad and take good care of my dad."
< br>When Sun heard what Yang Ruoqing said, she nodded happily. She glanced at Yang Huazhong lying on the bed, and Sun's tears fell again.
"Uncle Fu said, I'm afraid your father's leg won't heal. If he really can't get off the ground for the rest of his life, what should our mothers do?" Mrs. Sun cried helplessly again, afraid of the quarrel. When she arrived at Yang Huazhong, she covered her mouth tightly with her hands, her thin shoulders trembling slightly.
Yang Ruoqing knew that the ‘mothers’ mentioned by Mrs. Sun were not only their mother and daughter, but also the two younger brothers who were picked up by her grandfather in an oxcart to play with for a few days two days ago. The eldest brother Yang Daan is eight years old, and the younger brother Yang Xiaoan is just over three years old. If Yang Huazhong's legs were really useless, then the sky would really fall for this family. The food and drink for five mouths all fell on one pair of Sun's shoulders. In this ancient farming society, men were the main labor force in a family, and women were just auxiliaries. What's more, could Sun be able to carry it with such a thin body?
"Mom, don't worry too much. Uncle Fu also said that there is no hope for my father's legs. As long as we work together, we will definitely be able to find a way!" Yang Ruoqing removed her warm hands from Sun's clothes. He pulled back, held Sun's hand tightly, and comforted softly.
Sun nodded and said nothing. She knew that her daughter's words were to comfort her, and she didn't want to feel too sad. She sighed secretly in her heart, so what can we do if we work together? I can't afford the money to send Qing'er's dad to a big place outside to find a famous doctor and get good medicine. Qing'er's dad's leg still won't heal!
However, Ms. Sun would definitely not say these words in front of her daughter. Her daughter has just recovered from a serious illness and has not even spent a day being ignored by her parents. She has to worry about this. , Mrs. Sun couldn’t bear it!
Yang Ruoqing could see clearly what Sun was thinking.
She didn't say anything more. Language is often the weakest when faced with difficulties. Action is the key to turning everything around.
Her eyes fell back on Yang Huazhong on the bed. The lights in the room were dim now, and her own body and spirit were not very good. In two days, Uncle Fu would come to change her father's dressing. , she found another opportunity to take a good look at the injury on her father's leg.
She is very confident in her Chinese medicine skills, especially bone setting. No matter what, she will definitely try her best to heal her father's leg and let him stand up again. This family cannot live without him!
Both mother and daughter said nothing. Both pairs of eyes were fixed on Yang Huazhong on the bed, each thinking about their own thoughts.
After a while, the door of the wing was pushed open a crack, and a tall figure flashed in.
Yang Ruoqing turned around and took a look. The person coming was her fifth uncle Yang Huazhou.
Yang Huazhou saw a hint of surprise in his big eyes when he saw that his usually crazy niece was actually very well-behaved and accompanying her mother. If it were normal, Yeoman would probably tease her a little bit, but right now, he really didn't have that leisure.
"Fifth brother, why are you here at this late hour?" Mrs. Sun saw the person clearly and stood up from the bench.
"Third sister-in-law, how is my third brother now? Are you awake? Have you taken the medicine?" Yang Huazhou came to the bedside, looked at Yang Huazhong a few times, and asked.
Ms. Sun also stood beside the bed, followed his gaze on Yang Huazhong, sighed and said: "I woke up half an hour ago, fed him half a bowl of medicine, and didn't say anything. I said that I drank the medicine with my eyes closed and then lay down again.”
"Just drink the medicine and you'll be fine." Yang Huazhong nodded, turned to look at Sun, and said in a low voice: "Third sister-in-law, don't tighten yourself too much. My third brother is like this. You can't do it anymore at this juncture. After falling down, Qing'er, Daan and Xiaoan are still leaning on you."
Sun nodded and said in a hoarse voice: "Fifth brother, thanks to you coming back to report the news, otherwise we wouldn't even know that something happened to your third brother..."
" Third sister-in-law, don’t say anything like this, we are a family!” Yang Huazhou said.
(End of this chapter)