"Hey, you stupid girl, you can't even cross the threshold?"
The little old man was making sarcastic remarks while holding hot tea and drinking it happily.
The temperature dropped suddenly, and Baozhu got cold in the past two days. She has lost a bit of weight, and looking at him like this is really a bit pitiful.
Jiang Nuanzhi gave the little old man a white look, quickly put down the things in his hands, walked over to pick up the orb, and blew on the wound on her hand distressedly.
“Baby, does it hurt?”
Baozhu had been holding back, but Jiang Nuanzhi asked such a question, and tears suddenly fell down: "Mother."
"Mother, dear. Does it hurt from the fall? Don't listen to you. Grandpa Jing is talking nonsense.”
Jiang Nuanzhi kissed her gently on the forehead and carried her through the door.
"Old man, help me bring the parcels and letters into the house."
The little old man sat in Li Rong's wheelchair and slowly moved there, muttering: " "Smelly Ah Nuan, you know how to order me, but you haven't made me any delicious food in a few days."
He moved forward, put the things on his legs, and then moved the wheelchair into the house. Passing by the threshold, he frowned, slapped it hard, and the chair rose up from the ground, jumped over the threshold and landed firmly in the room.
The little old man nodded with satisfaction. Just as he was about to move the wheelchair, the next second he heard a jamming sound.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the little old man jumped up from the wheelchair, and one of the wheels on one side of the wheelchair snapped and broke. The chair was completely crooked, making it impossible to sit on it.
The little old man frowned and patted his heart: "Boy Li, this broken wheelchair is really not strong. Fortunately, I can run faster."
As he said, On the other hand, he gave the thing in his hand to Jiang Nuanzhi.
Baozhu had stopped crying, and Jiang Nuanzhi was applying medicine to her little hands. However, the next second he saw that the wheelchair was broken, he suddenly burst into tears.
"Wheelchair, daddy's wheelchair!" She pointed at the wheelchair with her trembling little finger and said with extreme grievance.
"Don't stop, don't cry, little ancestor, a little bit." The old man suddenly came to the first two, and immediately came to coax people.
Baozhu glanced at him and immediately cried louder.
The little old man pulled his hair anxiously: "Little ancestor, don't cry. Your father's legs and feet are healed. He doesn't need a wheelchair anymore. Besides, we don't know when he will come back. Maybe he won't even come back. We’re back, our wheelchair is useless.”
Bao Zhu cried for a while, and the next second, she cried even harder.
Jiang Nuanzhi rubbed his brows: "You are the ancestor, please stop saying a few words."
Jiang Nuanzhi picked up the orb and said only: "Don't cry, don't cry. When dad comes back, shall we give him another gift?”
"Grandpa Jing is right. Isn't your father's leg healed? He won't sit here in the future."
Baozhu sniffed and said with sobs: "Mother...but Well, Grandpa Jing has good legs and feet, but he also needs a wheelchair."
Jiang Nuanzhi: "."
Then he turned to look at the little old man. The little old man immediately turned his face away with a normal expression, as if nothing happened.
Jiang Nuanyi was speechless for a moment, lowered his head and looked into Baozhu's clear big eyes, and said: "That's because your Grandpa Jing is lazy, Baozhu, let's not learn from Grandpa Jing."
Little Old man: "."
"Who said I was lazy? It was me..." Jiang Nuanzhi and Xiao Baozhu both looked over. In fact, Jiang Nuanzhi also wanted to know why he was so fond of Li Rong's wheelchair.
"Ahem, I'm just trying to help him see if it works."
"Um, ahem, don't look at me anymore, hurry up and read the letter."< br>
The little old man said this, but Baozhu stared closely at the letter in Jiang Nuanzhi's hand: "Mother, look at it quickly."
Jiang Nuanzhi nodded and took the letters I read the letters one by one.
"Commander Shen's. General Wan's Little Xuanting's Magpie Doctor's. This one belongs to Wan'er and your father. Ah, Baozhu, these three letters are all from your father. Are you happy?"
Jiang Nuanzhi took out the letter signed by Li Rong from a pile of letters and gave it to Baozhu.
In other words, Li Rong often writes letters recently. Although what he says is a bit vague and the gifts he sends are weird, he receives them almost every day, and he doesn’t know that the little girl Baozhu Why is she still so attached to her father's letters?
Holding the orb in his hand, he stared at the envelope intently.
One letter has a small plum blossom mark on it, put it aside first, then the second letter, and then put it aside. Second letter, no! ! !
It’s really a letter from dad!!!
Baozhu jumped up holding the letter: “Mother, mother, daddy finally wrote a letter, so great!!”
Then, He immediately gave the letter to Jiang Nunzhi: "Mom, look, look, what dad said!!"
Jiang Nunzhi: "???"
Why are you and me today? You saw your father's letter with a completely different look yesterday?
Jiang Nuanzhi thought it was fishy, but he still took it and read the letter carefully.
"My wife A-Nuan, Zhan Xinjia.
Rong recently got something in Pingning, thinking that it could barely match A-Nuan, so he offered it.
The road ahead is clear, Rong is at ease, and he is in good health. Don't worry.
There are many complicated things at home. Ah Nuan will work hard. Don't be depressed. When Rong comes back, he will accept the punishment and won't hesitate. Rong will send back some silver for household use. Don't save anything. I will send it again in the future.”
When Jiang Nuanzhi saw this, he opened the three outer and outer layers of packages. One of the wooden boxes was opened, and inside was a string of crystal clear gemstone bracelets. Inlaid on it is a stone that Jiang Nuanzhi has never seen before. On such a cloudy day, you can still see the colorful flow on the stone. When you put it on your wrist, the skin lining it is crystal clear. Jiang Nuanzhi likes it very much at a glance. Just ask the orb to carry it for her.
There were a dozen banknotes in the box. Jiang Nuanzhi took a quick look at them. There were about a dozen of them, five or six of them were one hundred taels, and the others were fifty taels or twenty taels. Jiang Nuanzhi sorted it out and figured out that it looked like eight hundred and fifty taels.
She put them directly into Baozhu's arms and said with a smile: "Daddy sent them all back, are you happy?"
Baozhu's big dark eyes were bright: "Happy, mother. Dear, are you happy?"
She said, imitating Jiang Nuanzhi, and stuffed the banknote into Jiang Nuanzhi's arms, giggling non-stop. He also rubbed Jiang Nuanzhi's gemstone bracelet with his little hands: "Dad chose this for my mother because it looks good. It's much better than my brother's."
Jiang Nuanzhi rubbed her little head. The little girl was really emotional, and her emotions came and went quickly. At the moment, he said funnyly:
"Not every gift from your father is good-looking. Yesterday, didn't he give me straw grasshoppers and a garland with all the leaves?"
After thinking about it, he added: "A few days ago, he gave me a bag of colorful Galaha."
Jiang Nuanzhi said with a hint of emotion in his expression. It’s hard to describe in one word.
(Toy Galaha with pictures) (End of this chapter)