Song Qingfeng didn't sleep much that night with his wife in his arms. He knew Chen Youming's face and was afraid that his wife would have nightmares.
Fortunately, my wife didn't have any nightmares and slept soundly all night.
The next day Qiao Nianyao woke up in Song Qingfeng's arms.
"Brother Feng, morning."
Qiao Nianyao nuzzled into his arms lovingly.
This action made Song Qingfeng feel so weak that he came over and kissed her, "Good morning, wife."
Qiao Nianyao stayed with him for a while, then got up to clean up and make breakfast.
Song Qingfeng also has to solve physical problems, but now he doesn't need Qiao Nianyao's help.
He took the crutches next to him and stood up, then walked out slowly step by step, and came to the backyard to sit on the toilet.
Ever since he could use a cane by himself, he had refused to be held by his wife Qiao Nianyao.
He knew that it was very hard for his wife to carry her around like this. He didn't tell her when he had no other choice. How could he be willing to let her continue to be tired when she could be independent?
Qiao Nianyao stopped disturbing him and boiled water for breakfast in the kitchen.
After Song Qingfeng settled it, she could just come in and help pour it out.
When he had to go to work after breakfast, Song Qingfeng was still worried.
"Don't worry, it's clear as day. If he dares to come here again, I'll call him a hooligan." Qiao Nianyao said like a little wife.
In fact, even if someone borrowed Chen Youming's help from others, they would not dare to come again.
If the kick yesterday had not been strong, he would have broken a few ribs, or even kicked him to death. No kidding!
"Bring a stick with you." Song Qingfeng looked at his weak wife who couldn't take care of herself and felt very worried.
So Qiao Nianyao put a stick on the back of the bicycle. With the stick protecting her, Song Qingfeng could feel a little more at ease.
Because his wife is very strong, even if she throws a stick at her, Chen Youming will be unable to eat and carry her around.
But in his heart, his wife is still so fragile and in need of his protection and care.
After his wife went out, Song Qingfeng used crutches to support her and went out!
Originally he wanted to wait until everything was done before coming out, but now he doesn't want to wait anymore.
The rumors about his failure were spreading too far. Chen Youming even dared to disturb his wife. How could he stay still?
He had to let the villagers know that Song Qingfeng's leg was about to heal!
Because Qiao Nianyao had to take care of him, her working hours were the same as before. During this time, most of the troops had already gone to work.
But there are still some people left in the village.
When they saw Song Qingfeng appearing with a cane like this, they were all shocked!
"Oh, isn't this Qingfeng? Am I right?" Qingshan Niang shouted quickly.
Song Qingfeng smiled at her and said, "Aunt Fourteen."
"Oh, what a Qingfeng! Are your legs healed? Didn't you say that you have to lie on the kang for the rest of your life?" Qingshan Niang said quickly.
"I don't know what's going on, that's fine." Song Qingfeng smiled.
His legs have recovered very quickly in the past month or so.
This is the old Zhou family.
Everyone in Zhou Dashan's family has gone to work. Although Aunt Song is at home, she is not idle. She has to take care of her great-grandchildren, such as Soybean, and cook.
While he was busy, Doudou, the great-great-grandson, ran home and shouted excitedly, "Too grandma, too grandma, my cousin is here!"
Aunt Song was still a little confused, "What?"
"My cousin, come out quickly!" Doudou pulled his wife and walked out.
"Slow down, Grandma is already this old!" Aunt Song scolded with a smile, but she was quite happy. The great-grandson was quite strong.
"Tai Nai, look, is that my cousin?" After pulling his Tai Nai out, Doudou pointed at Song Qingfeng, who was walking towards him on crutches.
Aunt Song was stunned by the scene!
What did she see?
Her nephew stood up and was walking this way on crutches?
Aunt Song couldn't help but pinch her thigh to see if she was dreaming.
"Tainai, don't pinch yourself, just pinch me. This is not a dream!" Doudou said.
Aunt Song couldn't care about him anymore, her eyes turned red.
"Auntie." Song Qingfeng came over with a smile, leaning on a cane.
Aunt Song couldn't wait to come forward, "This... when will it be ready?"
"I'll start exercising my legs after the new year." Song Qingfeng said with a smile, and there was still a little dense sweat on his forehead.
It's not that far from home to Lao Zhou's house. After all, it's just in the same village.
But the burden is still a bit heavy for him now.
"Are you tired? Come in and take a rest!" Aunt Song quickly supported him.
"I can come by myself, it's inconvenient to hold on." Song Qingfeng said, and he slowly came in with a cane.
"Yamei, Qingfeng is getting better. Congratulations!" Other little old ladies followed and congratulated Aunt Song.
Most of the people left behind were old, young, women and children, and the young and middle-aged had to go to work.
Song Qingfeng was also followed along the way. Although he still had to walk with a cane, looking at him like this, he looked really good!
Aunt Song thanked everyone with tears in her eyes.
Knowing that the aunt and nephew must have a lot to say, and that everyone still had things to do, they left.
Of course there was a lot of discussion.
One of them couldn't wait and went straight to the ground.
It’s Wang Zhaodi, one of the four morning glory flowers. She didn’t go to work today because she had a stomachache, and her mother-in-law scolded her for being lazy and peeing too much.
Now that she had first-hand information, she couldn't afford to pretend to have a stomachache.
Let’s not talk about these for now.
But Aunt Song is still a bit unreal.
"Qingfeng, are you daydreaming?"
The little old lady looked at her nephew who was resting on the chair and asked this sentence.
Is it because her old eyesight is dim?
Is it because she is old and wants her nephew to get well so much that she is hallucinating?
Song Qingfeng looked at the little old lady with a smile, "Auntie, you read that right, my legs are recovering."
"Is... will it get better completely?" the little old lady asked cautiously.
In fact, it is very satisfying to be able to get back to walking around on my own without having to eat, drink, and defecate on the kang.
But this is human nature.
Seeing that my nephew can walk with a cane, I hope that my nephew will throw away the cane.
"Yes, I will be completely fine!" Song Qingfeng was very confident.
Aunt Song suddenly lost control of her emotions, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
The little old lady burst into tears.
God knows how sad she felt when she learned that her good eldest nephew was brought back because he was disabled and had to spend the rest of his life on the kang.
If she could, she would have loved to suffer this for her nephew. Anyway, she didn't have many years to live.
But his nephew is still so young. He is only in his twenties. What will he do in the future of his life?
During the first few nights after she came back, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
Thinking of the life her nephew would face in the future, she always wiped her tears behind her back.
But now she saw her nephew standing up again, and he told her that his legs would get better!
This triggered the little old lady's inner ailment. She really couldn't control it anymore and cried!
