Dashan limped over to find Ding Changhe. After going in for a while, he didn't know what the two were talking about.
After Dashan came out, he said to An Ran: "Grandma, I have to go back to Fucheng and ask Uncle Ding to take me to town."
"But your leg is still hurt."
Dashan Yile said, "It's okay. I'll go to the town to find a carriage. It only takes a little more than a day."
An Ran knew it must be Ding Changhe who ordered him to do it, so he didn't say anything else.
Ding Changhe's body temperature did not go down even at night, so An Ran made him drink some porridge and take medicine.
An Ran watched Ding Changhe sleeping in her room, and she kept hesitating whether she should go back to the small house.
Before An Ran could leave, Ding Changhe in the room whispered again: "Water, water."
It seemed that he still couldn't leave. There was still warm water in the pot, and An Ran poured a cup for Ding Changhe to drink. ?.?????.ℂ??
Ding Changhe felt better now. He saw An Ran's wandering eyes and understood as soon as he thought about it.
He twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "I'm already like this, but you're still afraid that I'll do something wrong to you."
Sure enough, Ding Changhe saw An Ran's eyes widen, and continued: "No matter what, we are still husband and wife. Besides, you don't have to worry about me being like this."
That's true, but An Ran still said: "I'll go to sleep in Xiao Shitou's house, and you can have a good rest."
Although there are many houses now, these three are probably the only ones that people live in. Sister Chen's room, An Ran's room, and Xiao Shitou's room in the backyard.
The other rooms were full of junk and had no beds at all, so there was no way to sleep.
Ding Changhe watched An Ran turn around and go out, closing his eyes. He hoped that An Ran would stay, but he also knew that An Ran was not happy. In the end, he still blamed himself.
At night, Ding Changhe smelled the smell of vanilla, thinking about how to improve the relationship between the two, and fell asleep in the middle of the night.
The next day, Ding Changhe's fever still didn't go away.
An Ran was afraid that his repeated fever would cause problems and he would be in trouble, so he asked Old Dingtou to go to the town to ask a doctor to come back.
Xiao Shitou came over to take a look in the morning, said hello and left together with Old Dingtou.
After checking his pulse, the doctor looked at the medicine given to An Ran and said, "This medicine is warm in nature and has a slow effect, but it doesn't matter if he drinks it now. It's just that his old illness is difficult to treat and he will probably have to nurse himself back to health for a while. "
An Ran paid the consultation fee, Sister Chen sent the doctor out, and Old Dingtou set up a car for the doctor to take back to town.
An Ran asked in confusion: "How old are you now, how come you have old diseases in your body?"
Ding Changhe's head was dizzy with fever, but he still said: "I went to the battlefield with my grandfather and father when I was twelve years old. Over the years, no part of my body has been injured."
"so small."
"You really think I live a comfortable life, guarding against others' cold arrows, guarding against people's plots, and dealing with them. I made my concubine pregnant because I wanted to leave a trace of blood, but I was afraid that one day I would be plotted against."
An Ran was speechless.
Ding Changhe closed his eyes and murmured: "An Ran, don't blame me. I do have many choices. I promised my grandfather..."
Before he finished speaking, Ding Changhe fell asleep again.
An Ran was stunned for a while. She could understand that it was hard for a man to support a family, but as for herself, could she have an easy life?
Ding Changhe went back and forth until the fourth day before he completely recovered.
Ding Changhe was able to sit up. He smelled the smell of his own body, the smell of blood, coupled with the smell of sweat when he had a fever, it was really unbearable.
In the afternoon, Ding Changhe asked: "An Ran, is there a bathtub? I want to take a bath."
An Ran was stunned, "You are still sick now, how convenient is this?"
It's really inconvenient, Xiao Shitou is not at home, and Old Dingtou is not here when he goes to town to pick up his feet. Ding Changhe couldn't bathe himself in this situation.
"No, it's too unbearable. Forget it, I'll boil the water myself."
Now I can only smell the smell while lying down.
An Ran had no choice but to help him boil water, fill up the bathtub and boil another bucket as a spare.
An Ran supported Ding Changhe to the separated room and said, "Then you wash slowly, I'll go out first."
Ding Changhe was amused, "Can I wash myself in this situation? Please help me."
An Ran looked at Ding Changhe blankly. Although they were husband and wife and had been naked to each other, it was night and he had put out the wedding candles and couldn't see anything. It was different from the situation now.
"Don't be stunned. Can't you smell my scent? Besides, you are my wife."
An Ran closed her eyes, wife, oh, "I'll get you a change of clothes."
Seeing An Ran turn around and go out, the corners of Ding Changhe's mouth curled up.
Fortunately, Dashan bought two sets that day, otherwise he would not have had to change them.
Ding Changhe had already taken off his outer clothes, but he still didn't dare to move one hand. It was really inconvenient to do so.
An Ran came in with clothes, shampoo, and towels, put them aside, turned around and said, "Let me wash your hair first."
"good"
Ding Changhe was more than a head taller than Anran. Anran looked at it, then turned around and went out and brought in two short bamboo chairs.
"Sit here and put your head back, otherwise I won't be able to help you wash it."
Ding Changhe followed her instructions, safely carried the basin, scooped up water with a small spoon, poured it down his hair, wetted his hair first, and then applied shampoo.
Ding Changhe couldn't help but think of the scene when An Ran washed Xiao Shitou's hair.
The faint scent of flowers and plants came to the tip of my nose again.
"What kind of shampoo are you using?"
"You can use the leaves of purple bean paste prepared with medicinal herbs and crushed into pieces."
Ding Changhe didn’t know what Zidou Ding was, but he knew
