Although Song Qingfeng was disabled, there was no trace of panic in Qiao Nianyao's eyes.
Because not only did she travel through time, but she also brought her own wood-type abilities. The wood-type abilities can be used to advance and attack, spawning thorns for combat and attack.
It can be retreated and defended, and its regenerative healing ability is even more worthy of being called a nanny.
And in addition to the wood-type superpower, she also has a huge space that explodes from the enemy, which is as big as a bird's nest recorded in history books. I don't know how many cubic meters it is, but it is really huge.
Although most of the supplies inside were used up, the remaining supplies were beyond imagination.
Qiao Nianyao had seen it a long time ago. All the materials needed for life are available. Space and time are also static. Things look the same when they are put in and taken out!
But after coming here, Qiao Nianyao does not rely on this space. People who survive in the apocalypse firmly believe that being strong enough is the foundation for a foothold.
Even if you have special powers, you must develop a good body and good physical fitness.
But since there is such a space and so many supplies in the space, there is no need to embarrass yourself. From time to time, I will still bring some supplies to improve the food.
For example, right now, Qiao Nianyao has boiled a pot of water, first filled two hot water kettles at home and the military kettle, and used the remaining hot water to cook a bowl of lasagna.
It's something you get from space. In this era, it's truly a refined food, a good thing.
Not only the noodles, she also cracked three eggs, blanched a few vegetable leaves, and finally sprinkled a handful of chopped green onions.
A bowl of hot and fragrant egg noodles is ready.
Qiao Nianyao came into the house with it.
Song Qingfeng looked towards her.
Before coming back, his comrades had obviously cleaned him up and he was very clean.
The man's handsome face had no expression, and his eyes had lost their luster, leaving only numbness and grayness.
Qiao Nianyao was not surprised. No one could accept such a thing. The gap was too big.
"Are you hungry? I gave you egg noodles." Qiao Nianyao put the noodles on the kang table and came over to help him up.
Song Qingfeng had no feeling in either of his legs, but he could still sit up with his hands on the wall.
Seeing that he could do it himself, Qiao Nianyao just helped him and arranged pillows for him.
It's just that Song Qingfeng didn't touch the egg noodles, but looked at her, this daughter-in-law whom he had only known for a few days.
The daughter-in-law is very beautiful, with a black and thick braid, a pair of big and bright almond blossom eyes, a small nose, and fair skin. It is impossible to tell that she is a girl from the countryside. Those who don't know better think she is a female college student.
The person is slender, even a little thin, but the tenacity in his eyes is full of strength.
She agreed immediately after the meeting, and it was the determination in her eyes that moved him.
"You can go, you can find a good family to marry, I won't delay you." Song Qingfeng was silent for a while and then said numbly.
Although she was a daughter-in-law, because they were not familiar with each other at the beginning, they were not even married.
He has become disabled and cannot support her or give her happiness.
She is still young, so let her find someone to marry and have children, so that she won't be a bother to others.
Qiao Nianyao obviously didn't expect him to say this. She took a closer look at him and found that he was telling the truth and it was not a test.
But two years ago, he was willing to spend 500 yuan to buy her out of the Qiao family so that she could live a clean life on her own. Before leaving home, he bought her food and took her to buy clothes and quilts. I also left so much money to follow the ticket.
From that moment on, she identified with this man.
Because such a man is simply rarer than a rare treasure in the last days.
Now it's proven once again that she has good vision.
Even though he was like this, he was still willing to let her go.
But it's really stupid.
What will he do if she leaves? Will it fend for itself?
Not to mention that she brought him here with her superpower and could cure him. Even if he couldn't be cured, she was willing to stay and take care of him and ensure that he lived a comfortable life.
"Do you want to drive me away?" Qiao Nianyao thought in her heart, but what she said out loud was another matter, aggrieved.
There is no doubt that the Qiao family's parents have a rare appearance.
She is so good-looking, with such an appearance, even if she is wearing coarse clothes, she can't hide her natural beauty, which is very irritating.
In fact, she wanted to shed a few tears, which would be more lethal.
But it's not necessary.
That's not what tears are for.
Song Qingfeng looked at the grievance on her face, and then met her eyes, his heart was as calm as an ancient well, "I'm already like this. If you stay, it will only delay you. You can leave, and you don't have to pay back the money."
"Qingfeng!"
Before Qiao Nianyao could say anything, Aunt Song's anxious voice came from outside.
Aunt Song took a nap at noon, and when she got up, she heard the news that her nephew's legs were disabled and he was sent back by the army.
It is simply a bolt from the blue.
The person supporting her was Lin Xiaohong, the eldest granddaughter-in-law. She said hurriedly: "Don't worry, Mom, maybe the villagers are exaggerating."
However, neither of them came in and were stopped by Dahuang barking.
Qiao Nianyao came out and said, "Dahuang, let Auntie come in."
Seeing the owner speak, the fierce big yellow dog put away its fangs and backed away, letting Aunt Song and Lin Xiaohong who were blocked outside the door come in.
Aunt Song is a thin and capable little old lady. After entering the door, she quickly said: "Qingfeng was sent back by the army car? Is it true?"
"Auntie, I'm in the house." Song Qingfeng shouted.
Lin Xiaohong didn't know what was going on inside and it was inconvenient to go in. "Auntie, cousin..."
Lin Xiaohong is Soybean’s mother.
Qiao Nianyao said: "He is fine."
Let’s talk about Aunt Song.
As soon as she entered the house, she saw her nephew leaning against the wall, looking hopeless and hopeless. He was covered with a quilt and couldn't tell what was happening to his legs.
Her lips trembled, "Why did you lie down when you came back? Are you too tired?"
"When I went on a mission, my leg was shot through by the enemy and it was already disabled."
Song Qingfeng knew that his aunt must have heard what the villagers said, and she did not hide the fact that she was disabled.
Aunt Song opened the quilt and took a look. Her nephew's legs were just lying there. It seemed like there was nothing wrong with them. She said without giving up, "Is it a mistake? Isn't this good? How could it be disabled?"
Song Qingfeng said nothing.
Aunt Song almost couldn't hold back her tears when she saw her once high-spirited nephew in such a state.
How could she not know her nephew's temperament?
How could he joke about such a thing.
But he reacted quickly, wiped it off quickly, and said with a forced smile: "What's the big deal? As long as you come back well, that's enough!"
Song Qingfeng looked blank, "I know, Auntie, you don't need to comfort me."
