Song Qingfeng just tried walking with their support, and there is still a long recovery period before he can walk normally.
So after sitting down, I told them both: "Don't tell anyone about this, even if it's your milk."
"Why don't you tell me? If grandma knows that there is hope for you to get better, cousin, she will definitely be very happy." Zhou Liang said.
Song Qingfeng shook his head, "Don't rush now. It won't be too late to wait until things get better in the future. Otherwise, don't let her have hope and be disappointed again."
Only then did Zhou Liang understand, "Okay!"
Zhou Dong asked: "Where is my cousin? Does my cousin know?"
"My two legs have recovered to the point they are now because of your cousin giving me massages every day. However, she doesn't know yet that I can walk around. When I get better, I will tell her myself. ." Song Qingfeng smiled.
The two steps he took today brought him unprecedented light. He is really confident that he will get better!
When the time comes, give his wife a surprise!
"Cousin, do you want to walk again?" Zhou Dong asked.
Song Qingfeng nodded, and with the support of the two brothers, he tried to walk again, but he didn't move much. Although he was back to this point, he had to take his time in the rest.
Although he wanted to stand up immediately and show his wife, he knew that haste makes waste.
From that day on, the two brothers came over every day to help their cousin with rehabilitation activities. They would be busy when spring came, but now that they had time, of course they would come over more often.
Because they came so frequently, even Chen Guihua couldn't help but said: "Why do you go to your cousin's house every day now? Is there something wrong?"
"What can I do? I just go over and chat with my cousin when I have nothing to do. It's so boring for him to be alone." Zhou Liang said.
As for the rehabilitation exercises that his cousin is currently doing, he will not reveal a word.
As Song Qingfeng said, even Aunt Song, the grandmother, doesn't know about it.
Although her two grandsons come here every day, Aunt Song will still come over to see her when she is satisfied.
Mainly helping to make steamed buns or steamed buns.
Because I help with cooking, I also know the food storage and consumption of my nephew, niece and daughter-in-law.
The young couple almost opened their mouths to eat, but Aunt Song didn't say a word.
She is not blind. How well will her nephew be raised after he comes back? Originally, he looked weak when he came back, but now he looks a lot whiter, and his complexion is not bad either. From the looks of it, he looks like he has been well cared for.
And he also gained a lot of meat.
Now that Aunt Song was looking at him, really, if she hadn't been still on the kang, she wouldn't have been able to tell that her nephew's legs were not good at all.
For example, today, when she passed by, she saw her nephew sitting there reading a book, relaxed and comfortable.
While Aunt Song was comforted, she was also really relieved.
Qiao Nianyao, as the person beside her, of course felt the changes in Song Qingfeng.
After all, she was the one treating his legs, and she knew exactly how far he had recovered.
She heard that brothers Zhou Dong and Zhou Liang came here often now. She estimated that with their help, they started to do some simple rehabilitation activities.
The effect must be good, so this man also brought out some of it.
But Qiao Nianyao pretended to know nothing.
He should be gentle and gentle, he should be given ecstasy soup, he should be cooked with delicious food, and he should also be entertained with delicious food.
Occasionally, they even came over for a kiss.
But regarding the matter of dividing quilts, she insisted on carrying it out to the end.
In a blink of an eye, it’s the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month.
Qiao Nianyao made dumplings the day before. Before making dumplings, she asked Song Qingfeng, "Shall I make vermicelli and egg dumplings for you to eat during the festival?"
"Okay." Song Qingfeng nodded.
He accompanied him to make them together, and after finishing them, Qiao Nianyao gave him a bowl of fresh ones for a midnight snack.
Song Qingfeng, who was cared for by his daughter-in-law, saw that the time was right. When he went to bed at night, he said: "Daughter-in-law, the Lantern Festival is the festival of reunion. It is unlucky to share quilts."
Qiao Nianyao glanced at him and said, "Then don't make trouble with me."
"Okay!" Song Qingfeng agreed without saying a word.
But if a man can be trusted when he talks on the kang, a sow can also climb a big tree.
Just follow me and I won't go in. It's the same thing.
After getting into bed, he turned over.
Yes, he was able to turn over now. He leaned on Qiao Nianyao, held her face and started kissing her.
Qiao Nianyao slapped him twice in a pretentious manner, then hugged his neck and let him do whatever he wanted.
After a long kiss of more than ten minutes relieved the pain of lovesickness, Song Qingfeng panted and said: "Daughter-in-law, I'm almost healed. I estimate that in a few months, I will be able to take care of myself."
The progress during this period is obvious.
Qiao Nianyao glanced at him with a hesitant expression.
"What's wrong?" Song Qingfeng pecked twice more and asked.
Qiao Nianyao shook her head, "It's nothing, it's getting late, go to sleep."
She wanted to say, when you get better, I won't pester you anymore and I will leave.
But the words are not lethal enough now. When he really gets better, she will give him a bigger one.
Let him drive her away several times, and play Liu Xiahui again and again, let him be enough to satisfy her!
She had to come and do something with him.
She started to make foreshadowing, and instead of continuing to sleep in his arms, she turned around.
But Song Qingfeng hugged him from behind.
Qiao Nianyao's body suddenly softened. She liked his move very much. His tall body could hold her whole body in his arms.
This feeling of being hugged from behind was so safe that it really killed her.
But this man's hands were not very honest.
How dishonest? All sisters who need to know know.
"Don't make trouble." Qiao Nianyao took his hand away.
"Daughter-in-law." Song Qingfeng was very arrogant and pestered her again.
In the end, Qiao Nianyao was so troubled that she had no choice but to say, "I'll go to sleep by myself."
"Okay, okay, let's stop making trouble." Song Qingfeng said quickly.
Then he slept peacefully.
Just maintaining this posture, Qiao Nianyao didn't care about him because she liked it too.
Have a good night's sleep.
The next day is the Lantern Festival.
After waking up and lazing around for a while, I got up from the warm bed, went out to boil water, put down the dumplings I had made last night, and the young couple had breakfast together.
Qiao Nianyao pushed her bicycle out and brought the other dumplings she had prepared to her master. She just cooked them in the pot here.
It was so cold when I brought it here.
"How are Qingfeng's legs?" Mr. Ma asked after cooking the dumplings.
"It's much better again, but I don't know the details, but I think he's in good condition and he's getting more and more confident," Qiao Nianyao said.
Mr. Ma nodded, "I'll go over and have a look at the end of the month."
I went to see it on New Year's Eve, only half a month later, so I won't talk about it until the end of the month.
