After lunch, Yang was doing needlework under the lamp, while Su Guangfu went outside to repair the roof. It rained some time ago, and there was some water seepage in the upper corner of the east wall. Although it was not serious, it always needed repairing.
Usually at this time, Su Qingluan would write, draw, and recognize a few characters on the ground in the yard for her younger siblings, or tell some not-so-common stories as "bedtime reading."
Normally at times like this, the two little guys listen very attentively - especially when they are recently talking about famous scenes in "Journey to the West", such as the havoc in the Heavenly Palace, three fights with white-bone demons and so on.
This kind of mythical story is very attractive to children no matter what age. The two little guys often couldn't open their eyes when listening to it, and they would pester Su Qingluan to tell another paragraph, and then another paragraph.
But tonight, although Su Xuanhe also cheered up and sat next to Su Qingluan, Su Qingluan found that he was obviously not as energetic as before, and his whole person was wilting.
Su Qingluan frowned slightly: "What? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
At first, Su Xuanhe frowned and refused to admit it.
Later, when Su Qingluan saw his awkward look, he was confused: "Why is a child so bitter and resentful? How did he develop such an awkward temperament?"
Seeing the way he kept rubbing his stomach, Su Qingluan knew that most likely the spicy taste in his stomach had not completely subsided.
Su Qingluan first coaxed her sister to go find her mother-in-law, while she asked Su Xuanhe to go back to his room and lie down on the bed.
And she herself went to the kitchen, boiled some hot water in a clay pot, and added some sugar to it, so that the sweetness inside could quickly neutralize the spiciness, and the white water itself could also neutralize the spiciness of Evodia Fructus. .
Su Qingluan rarely enters his younger brother's room - after all, the other person is also a child of seven or eight years old, which means he is not too old, but he is not too young even if he is young.
Ordinarily, the original person and Su Xuanhe are biological siblings, so there is no need to care about them as much as outsiders.
But as a "recently recognized family member", Su Qingluan could still vaguely feel that her parents and her younger brother still vaguely regarded her as a "stranger".
Of course, they didn't mean to exclude themselves intentionally, but it was indeed a fact that they had lost more than ten years of time together.
But her parents were okay, they were adults after all, but they were a little more polite to her than the other two children - this kind of politeness was exactly what Su Qingluan needed.
After all, it was hard for her to imagine that she, an adult in her twenties, was being "disciplined" by two peers who were not much older than herself.
Su Xuanhe often looked like a little rooster ready to fight, as if he was afraid that he would underestimate him.
On the contrary, the little girl Su Xueyan is probably relatively young and has the attributes of a foodie, so as long as I make more delicious food, the little girl's favorability will rise.
With these messy thoughts flashing through his mind, Su Qingluan was already standing at the door of his brother's room.
"Second brother, I am sister, can I come in?" Su Qingluan called at the door.
"What, what are you doing here?" The voice inside was muffled. It must be that the child covered himself in the quilt.
"I made some sugar water for you to make your stomach feel better."
"I do not want……"
This naughty kid!
Su Qingluan let out a "tsk", thinking that the brat was really hard to take care of, so she just pushed the door open and walked in unceremoniously - no respect, no privacy, in front of the naughty child, Su Qingluan said that if she was outside now, it would be easier to talk and discuss, I'm afraid I won't be able to get into the house tonight!
Unlike his own room, which was specially tidied up, Su Xuanhe's room was obviously tidied up from a utility room - there were many farm tools and carpentry tools separated outside.
After crossing a wooden threshold, we came to the inner room.
There were no extra decorations in the farmhouse. Just like Su Qingluan's room, there was only a wooden bed for sleeping, a small wooden stool, and a wooden box at the bedside to store sundries.
Su Qingluan's room even had a small wooden table.
The room was dark, and the little ghost didn't light a candle.
With a little light from the door, Su Qingluan looked at the rolled-up quilt on the bed, and said expressionlessly: "Get up, drink sugar water."
"I won't get up!" A muffled voice came from the quilt, "Every time my mother asks me to drink medicine, she always says it's sugar water."
Okay, my mother's credit is ruined, and her reputation has been harmed.
After thinking about this naughty boy's unwillingness to admit defeat, Su Qingluan sneered: "Aren't you a man? Aren't you making fun of other people's cowards? Are men still afraid of taking medicine?"
Sure enough, being so aroused, Su Xuanhe lifted up the quilt with a "huh" sound: "Isn't it just taking medicine? Who is afraid?!"
Su Qingluan: ...This kind of character is really easy to understand. It is estimated that even if the provocation method is repeated ten thousand times, this little kid will still be able to take the bait.
Of course, the bowl is filled with real sugar water.
Probably because he "walks the talk", Su Qingluan noticed that the child Su Xuanhe's hair state improved after drinking the sugar water.
Specifically, he was much more frank than before.
"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Su Qingluan took the empty bowl and lowered her head and asked.
"A little bit more..." Su Xuanhe mumbled feebly.
"This is the so-called 'suffering to save face'." Su Qingluan scoffed very rudely, "You said you obviously can't eat spicy food, so why give yourself a stomachache?"
"..."
"Forget it, if you don't want to say it, don't say it." Su Qingluan said that she didn't care about the awkward child anymore.
She turned around and used the clamshell box for storing miscellaneous items as a table temporarily, put the empty bowl in her hand on it, turned around and patted the position beside the bed: "Lie outside a little, and I will rub your belly."
"Why are you rubbing your belly?" Su Xuanhe asked a little stupidly.
"Isn't your stomach uncomfortable? It will make you feel better if you rub it."
Too lazy to talk nonsense, Su Qingluan couldn't help but pull Su Xuanhe's back collar, pulled him to lie down, and said in a pretentious voice: "Don't move!"
The naughty kid turned out to be honest.
This surprised Su Qingluan. After all, the more fierce she was, the more explosive her younger brother became.
Putting her hand on the little kid's bulging belly, Su Qingluan couldn't resist the soft touch and squeezed it inadvertently.
"Hahaha... so itchy..." Su Xuanhe smiled and shrank into a small shrimp, and was pulled down by Su Qingluan to lie flat.
"Don't move."
"Then don't tickle me!"
"..." She just couldn't hold it back.
But Su Qingluan still said casually: "Okay, don't scratch it."
As Su Qingluan rubbed his brother's belly with even force, the little kid gradually relaxed.
After a while, Su Qingluan heard his little brother whisper in the darkness: "I don't want you to look down on me..."
Why did you say this out of nowhere?
Su Qingluan thought about it for a moment and realized that this was his answer to his complaint about "suffering to save face".
"When did I look down on you?" Su Qingluan wondered.
