Chapter 351: Warm treasure, I am hurting 1

At night, it was raining outside, and after dinner, the young child was writing on the table, and she was warm to teach her.
But today's youthfulness is obviously absent-minded. The number of warmth touches her head. "Isn't it young?"
Qing child slowly shook his head, put down the pen in his hand, and extended his small hand to hug her.
A few warmths took the little guy into his arms and licked her hair. "Are we going to sleep early?"
The young child was on her, holding her neck, thinking of something, closing her eyes, her eyes slowly reddening, could not help but screaming in the warm neck.
The number of warmth can naturally feel the wetness on the face of the little guy. She squinted slightly, separated the childishness slightly, bowed her face and whispered, "Isn't it fun?"
Qing nodded, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, but his eyes were redder.
A few warm warmly held her little hand and looked at the little guy's grievances, and it hurts to be terrible. "Is it waiting for the mother to wait for too long?"
Qing child shook his head, no longer willing to express anything, but also to hold her neck, buried in her neck and closed her eyes, let me say nothing to respond to anything.
The number of warmth always thought that he had neglected the feeling of childishness. He was very good at night, but although he was not happy, he was only a four-year-old child, and soon fell asleep with her neck.
After the number of warmth took the child back to the bed, he couldn’t sleep.
I regret very much.
First, I collapsed in front of the child. Youth is just a child. She will be afraid when she sees herself.
And she missed this point, and did not happen beforehand, thinking that busy can let them not think about the things that are bad, but ignore the childish.
However, the number of warmth did not expect that, that night, the childish child launched a high fever, the child was lying in her arms, and it was very hot and shivering.
A few warm voices shouted a few times and did not see the childish awakening, when even the Qingqiu hugged up, wrapped in a cloak, pushed open the door.
The rain outside has not stopped, and it has grown even bigger.
A few warm and folded back into the house to find a paper umbrella.
Xu was too big, just walking a few steps to the corridor, Chen Bo's door was also opened, seeing her in the middle of the night holding the childish out, shocked and worried, and quickly shouted: "What is the childish? ?"
The number of warmth and strong work calmly replied in the rain: "It's hot, I took her to the doctor."
When Chen Bo listened, he was worried. He took an umbrella and went with her. When he was warm, he was relieved. Chen Bo was old, and it was raining in the middle of the night. She didn’t make sense for Chen Bo. Followed by a piece, he calmed Chen Bo: "Nothing, I went out to hire a carriage, Chen Bo, you went back to the house to rest, I will come back to tell you something."
But this is to say, after the number of warmth out of the government, the streets in the middle of the night are dark, raining, cold and cold, not to mention the carriage, and even the people can not see one.
The number of warmths stayed in Beichuan for so many years, and I am familiar with everything here. She took her children to the nearby medical halls she knew, but there was no medical museum to open the door. It was so bustling in the daytime. The market was cold and clear at this time. Except for the stormy wind, nothing could be heard and nothing could be seen.
The warm backs were wet by the rain, but they were wrapped in cloaks and wrapped on the shoulders of the child, not letting the children fall into the rain.