Chapter 43:

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Chapter 43
Zhi Ge's body is still a little hot, and his cheeks are abnormally red, and the child is listlessly leaning his head against her chest.
Song Luan was anxious, and could only wait for Zhao Chao to prepare the antipyretic medicine and cook it in the kitchen. She wanted to get some water to wipe her body, so she could stick to someone who was particularly sick after the illness. Holding her clothes unwilling to loosen, she shook her head, "Mother, don't go."
Song Luan's heart was soft, so he held him without letting go. Fortunately, the antipyretic medicine was quickly cooked. The dark medicine was still steaming hot. Song Luan was holding a hot medicine bowl. After cooling down, the spoon went Sent in the mouth of my brother.
The medicine smelled very bitter, and I knew my brother would not cry or even frown, and swallowed it obediently.
The bitter medicinal juice was fed smoothly for the most part. Song Luan took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth. He looked at him distressedly and asked, "Is the medicine bitter?"
Brother Zhi nodded, "bitter."
Where is medicine that is not bitter?
Song Luan instructed Grandma Lin to take some candied fruit, and she coaxed to know her brother, "It's not hard to eat a few candied fruit."
Brother Ge selected two of them from her palm, "Father said that you can't eat too much, and teeth will be bad if you eat too much."
No matter how distorted the character of Zhao Nanyu is, Song Luan can’t deny that he did teach his brothers too well. Be sensible and sensible, don't worry about adults at all.
After feeding the medicine, I knew that the temperature on my forehead had gone down anyway. It wasn’t as hot as it was before. Song Luan stuffed him into the quilt. The four corners were tightly pinched. I was afraid he would freeze. She squeezed the soft cheek of her brother and said, "Sleep."
After taking the medicine and taking a nap, it is better and faster.
Shi Ge's big eyes were wide open, and the dark eyes followed her closely, and he was reluctant to move away or close his eyes. He refused to sleep.
Song Luan smiled and lowered his head gently, and asked, "Why don't you sleep?"
It stands to reason that taking medicine will be somewhat sleepy.
Adults are sicker than usual, let alone knowing that the brother is still a child, and he is bound by etiquette on weekdays. He does not dare to say anything.
A little arm of Zhigeer stretched out his hand from the quilt and stared at Song Luan with an eye, "I want to hold."
His eyes are big and round, Song Luan can't resist the expectation in his eyes and the kind of cautious prayer, she simply took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, knowing that the brother hugged her neck, sweet towards her Sweet smile.
Song Luan rarely sees this child laughing. He usually has no expression on his face. She says that she knows her brother well.
Song Luan gently patted his shoulder and asked, "Is it possible to sleep?"
Zhi Ge's brain is still a little dull, and his nasal voice is thick, and he whispered, "Uh huh."
When my mother didn't like him before, I knew that my brother was almost never held by my mother, never slept with her, and was never taken care of like this.
Later, his mother treated him better and better, and he was still happy in his heart, and he was still not satisfied. Because there are too few days for my brother to see my mother.
In addition to having lunch with his mother every day, he spent most of the time in the front yard, knowing his brothers. Although his father loved himself, he did not like him sleeping with his mother.
And the uncle said that he is now a four-year-old child. When the uncle was four years old, he also lived in the front yard and left early. No one in this family like him sticks to his mother so much.
Song Luan thought for a while and said, "Then will I tell you a story?"
Shige looked at her with her twin bright eyes, "Okay."
Song Luan didn’t know what kind of story he wanted to listen to, so he picked up a few familiar stories and told him, "There used to be a temple with three monks in the temple. One day, the master asked them three to fetch water together. ..."
She had a soft voice and a soft tone, and said that half of the children in her arms had closed their eyes and slept.
At night, when Zhao Nanyu came back, she was wrapped in cold air and walked to her door before she collected the cold breath. He pushed open the door, the candlelight in the house was not bright, and the yellow and yellow were just enough to see it inside. What kind of.
At a glance, Zhao Nanyu saw Song Luan, who was sitting in front of the vanity mirror and unloaded his headgear. He walked quietly and asked, "Is my brother sick?"
As soon as he came back, Grandma Lin told him about it.
Song Luan was stunned and nodded and said, "Well, I had a fever, and the menacing came before I took the medicine and fell asleep."
Zhao Nanyu raised his eyebrows, "What about you?"
"Yes." Song Luan turned around to see his face clearly with his neck raised. Zhao Nanyu was carrying his light. The facial features were hidden under the dim light, and the jaw line was tight and slightly cold.
She summoned up the courage and said slowly: "I want to bring my brother to my side."
Song Luan has made preparations that Zhao Nanyu will not promise her. After all, she has abused this child before, swearing and scolding, and started to use rattan, and the day before she came over, the original owner would not give him food.
So even if Song Luan now knows that Zhao Nanyu likes her a little bit, he doesn't think he will trust her child to her.
As expected, Zhao Nanyu did not agree.
"No," he said firmly in these four words. It sounds like there is no room for maneuver. But the reason why Zhao Nanyu refused was not what Song Luan thought.
Song Luan opened his mouth and lowered his tone as much as possible, "I know... I wasn't good at knowing my brother before, but I won't be like that now, I will take good care of him, and you think he is still young , You are too busy to take care of him from time to time, but I can! You can trust me once?"
Zhao Nanyu took a deep look at her and slowly shook her head, unmoved. "He is not small anymore. When I was as old as him, there were no fathers or mothers around me. You are so used to him that is actually bad for him. "
Song Luan had a headache and felt that he would not be able to speak to Zhao Nanyu for a while.
"I won't get used to him! You misunderstand me!"
Zhao Nanyu raised his eyebrows, indeed he said that on purpose. The child's mentality has been raised. Even if Song Luan wants to get used to the child, he will be very disciplined to restrain himself.
Zhao Nanyu just felt that Brother Zhi was taken by her, and she must occupy Song Luan’s hard work and energy. All her attention was on the child. Song Luan didn’t really want to stay with him. Those beautiful eyes looked He had never seen love in his hand when he was in front of him.
When I came to know my brother, there was nothing more about him.
"I haven't." After a pause, Zhao Nanyu coaxed her softly. "Okay, we won't be noisy anymore. I will pick two more maids to serve when you know me. You don't need to worry."
Knowing that the child's weakness is from a young age, the mother's womb is not enough, and the qi and blood deficiency are normal. In the past four years, he has not been sick. Zhao Nanyu has been used to getting sick several times a year. He hasn’t bothered to make up for his brothers in recent years.
Song Luan blurted out, "He is my child, can I not worry?"
When the words fell, she regretted it.
Zhao Nanyu looked at her with a long sigh, a rare compromise. "Well, let him come to live with you when you know that my brother has no schoolwork."
Song Luan has a natural sense of fear in front of Zhao Nanyu. This fear may be due to knowing the plot in advance, knowing that Zhao Nanyu's vicious and malicious people are set up, and more of the contact over time, letting her know that Zhao Nanyu is indeed not easy to provoke.
She didn't mention the conditions anymore, dumbfounded: "That will do."

The disease comes down like a mountain, the disease goes like a thread.
It’s been a long time since I knew my son, and the fever went down, but I started to cough again. In a few days, my throat became dull. Song Luan had to look Zhao Zhao over with a cheek and asked him to re-open a prescription. .
Zhao Chao's face sank after checking the pulse. He ridiculed: "It's probably not the second son-in-law's birth, but he abused him again and again."
He obviously blamed it on Song Luan.
Song Luan had a hard time arguing, "I haven't."
"Forget it, I'm complaining with Ersao." Zhao Chao hurried to the pharmacy and took the medicine again.
Zhao Chao also took a prejudiced look at her this time. As long as he is willing to think about it carefully, he knows that knowing his brother must toss back and forth every time he gets sick.
Song Luan was sarcastic by Zhao Chao's yin and yang, except for the uncomfortable anger that was stuck in his chest, he couldn't survive, he didn't know whether it was because he was infuriating himself. .
Zhao Chaojian finished the medicine and brought it in person. He watched Song Luan feed the medicine to his brother before leaving. After stopping by her footsteps, he stared at her silently for a long time, and stopped talking. Because of the face, I didn't ask the exit if I wanted to ask.
Zhao Chao also felt strange. He had obviously seen her look better a few days ago, and thought it was okay. Why did she look so bad after just over half a month?
Song Luan deviated from the plot line of the original owner. Without punishment, he would only devour the vitality of this body to maintain the promotion of the plot, but even this is not enough to make Song Luan's body decay so fast.
Zhao Nanyu's "azure" under her body gradually regained consciousness, and the combination of the two caused the current situation.
Song Luan deliberately and Zhao Nanyu cold war, this is what the original owner will do to Zhao Nanyu, so she accidentally beat her to maintain the human settings, the body slowly got better.
And all this happened silently. Song Luan has not yet understood this, and he is not even willing to admit that his body is gradually declining.
Xu was sick because he knew his brother. Zhao Nanyu came back very early that day. He stood by the door and said nothing, quietly watching Song Luan warmly whispering to know how his brother was drinking medicine.
After feeding the medicine, Song Luan walked out with an empty bowl, raised her face and saw Zhao Nanyu who didn't know when to appear. Her chest was a little stuffy, and she tried to walk to him. Her voice was also dumb. "You're back."
Before Zhao Nanyu had time to speak, Song Luan's legs and feet suddenly softened, and the whole person planted in his arms. Zhao Nanyu firmly supported her waist.
Song Luan seemed to know what he wanted to ask, smiled, and blocked his question in advance, "Sorry, I didn't stand still."
She broke away from his arms and walked out of the way, but Hao Bai's wrist was firmly held by Zhao Nanyu.
Song Luan was trembling with his cold eyes, and he was so powerful that her wrist must have been pinched red.
Song Luan whispered: "You hurt me."