Wang Hong seemed to know that Lin Nianhe had divided the eggs last night between her two little girls. Today she moved a small bench and watched Lin Nianhe finish a large bowl of soup before she was satisfied.
Lin Nianhe rubbed his belly and burped: "Aunt Wang, then I'm going to change Daxi's dressing."
Wang Hong responded: "Okay, she is in the room. She didn't have a fever last night, but she said she felt dizzy a few times."
"It's good that you don't have a fever." Lin Nianhe said and entered Wang Xixi's house.
The Wang family now lives in the house left by Wang Hong's parents. There are four mud rooms in total. Wang Xixi and Wang Huanhuan live in one room each, and Wang Hong and Wang Lele live in one room.
When Lin Nianhe entered, Wang Xixi was leaning on the quilt, playing with an old stuffed rabbit in his hand. There was a bowl on the edge of the bed, with half a bowl of wild fruits in it.
"Lin Zhiqing." Wang Xixi saw Lin Nianhe coming in and subconsciously wanted to sit up straighter.
She only moved twice before Lin Nianhe stopped her: "Don't move around, just stay close."
Wang Xixi's cheeks were slightly red. She put aside the little rabbit that Wang Lele had given her and said to her, "Thank you, I'm much better."
The gauze on Wang Xixi's head had obviously been untied and the bandage was a bit confusing. The original bow had also been taken apart and tied with a loose buckle at will.
Lin Nianhe put down his satchel and chatted with her while changing her dressing: "The wound has a thin scab, and it recovers quite quickly. Don't touch it again. If the scab is torn open, it won't necessarily bleed. "
"Yes, I know." Wang Xixi had experience today and held her neck without moving. "I only wiped my face today and didn't touch the gauze."
"OK."
Lin Nianhe rubbed some iodine around the wound. It was going to be hot but not hot today, so he still had to prevent infection.
She gently applied medicine to Wang Xixi and bandaged it again. This time she asked: "Do you want a bow tie or a buckle?"
Wang Xixi was slightly startled, and after thinking about it, she said, "Then, tie a bow for me."
Her mother couldn't help laughing when she saw the big bow on her head.
She thought, no matter what the reason for laughing was, it was always good to smile.
Lin Nianhe tied the bow and looked at the other bruises on Wang Xixi's body. Seeing that they were not as swollen as yesterday, he stopped applying medicine to her.
"You still need to feed them. Don't walk around or work recently. If you have fungus at home, you can eat more to replenish your blood."
Wang Xixi nodded slightly, then pushed the small bowl at hand to Lin Nianhe: "Lin Zhiqing, eat some fruits. My second sister went to pick them."
In the bowl are red fruits the size of soybeans, which are wild cherries from the mountains.
Lin Nianhe took one and put it in his mouth, and immediately——
I was so sour that I almost cried.
She looked at Wang Xixi with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
Daxi, why do you repay kindness with hatred?
Wang Xixi saw her little face wrinkled up, and quickly handed over the teapot, explaining weakly: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you don't like sour food..."
Lin Nianhe shuddered, pushed the tea vat away and said, "It's okay, I just didn't expect it to be so sour."
She still prefers pure sweet fruits. She can't tolerate such sour fruits.
Seeing that she was okay, Wang Xixi breathed a sigh of relief, a little embarrassed: "The wild cherries are indeed a bit sour at this time. In half a month, I will pick sweet ones for you."
Lin Nianhe glanced at the small red ball and nodded: "Okay, when you get better, you can find me at the educated youth center and we will go together."
"OK!"
Wang Xixi seemed to have finally found something to repay Lin Nianhe. He told her a lot about the things in the mountains, and Lin Nianhe wanted to go for a walk in the mountains.
It was impossible to go up the mountain. There were really wild boars and wolves on the mountain now.
She has a small body that even Aunt Wang despises, so it would be safer not to play with her.
You can't go up the mountain, but you can still go to the river.
Wang Xixi told Lin Nianhe that there is a small river not far from the cornfield in the east of the village. The river is not deep. People in the village usually go there to wash clothes. If they are lucky, they can catch fish.
Lin Nianhe planned to go for a walk to eat.
The river was indeed not deep, only three to four meters wide. You could see the bottom of the river at a glance, and the deepest point only reached Lin Nianhe's waist.
She squatted by the river and couldn't help but reach out and stir the water.
The fingertips are wrapped in the coolness, accompanied by the chirping of birds and the gentle sound of the river, and a sense of contentment arises from the tranquility of the years.
Just when Lin Nianhe narrowed his eyes and planned to enjoy it for a while, the sound of very light footsteps suddenly came to his ears.
Walking in the mud, the sound is very soft.
But she still heard the sound of thin branches snapping.
Lin Nianhe didn't move, still squatting there, seemingly not noticing anything.
She breathed slowly and focused all her attention behind her.
Just when a big hand with a different smell reached out to her, she suddenly moved a step to the left, then stood up quickly, turned around and kicked the strong man who had moved behind her and bent over into the river.
Zhao Zhuangshi fell into the river with a "Oh my god!" and splashed water.
He originally wanted to push Lin Nianhe, but in a daze, he went down alone.
Unprepared, he choked several times and his nose hurt.
Struggling to get up from the water, Zhao Zhuangshi turned around and looked at Lin Nianhe with anger welling in his eyes.
Lin Nianhe stood on the shore with his arms folded across his chest, looking at him with interest: "What do you want to do?"
Zhao Zhuangshi had already stood up from the river. He didn't know the seriousness of the matter yet. He wiped the water on his face and looked at Lin Nianhe with a evil smile: "Lin Zhiqing, I got injured all over and had to go to the cowshed because of you. Tell me, should you compensate me for something?"
Zhao Zhuangshi has always been in the cowshed. Uncle Guan is strict with him and will not let him off work until he finishes his work. Even lunch is brought to him by Widow Zhao in the cowshed.
Regarding her uncle, an outsider, Widow Zhao naturally couldn't tell Zhao Zhuangshi what happened today.
Therefore, Zhao Zhuangshi still doesn't know about Su Yuncheng's visit to the village, let alone what his mother promised Lin Nianhe.
He strode towards the shore, rubbed his hands and looked at Lin Nianhe with evil eyes.
Lin Nianhe looked at him, raised his hand and pinched his neck.
With anger sinking in his dantian, Lin Nianhe decisively called for foreign aid:
"Aunt Zhao——"
"Your son is here to provoke me again!"
The village was quiet, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and Lin Nianhe's voice brought out echoes that floated over the Shili Brigade.
The river was not far from the cornfield. The second after Lin Nianhe shouted the words, Widow Zhao's measured response came from the cornfield: "Here he comes!"
Zhao Zhuangshi looked at Lin Nianhe in astonishment, unable to believe what he heard.
He narrowed his eyes, opened his arms and rushed towards Lin Nianhe.
It doesn't matter who is coming, as long as he hugs or kisses him, that person is his!
Zhao Zhuangshi's thoughts are simple and beautiful.
But the only thing he touched was Lin Nianhe's shoes.
