Chapter 701: The pain of losing a child

Sister Baoyi...
This title is too cordial.
Nan Baoyi glanced at him and said a few words in a very low voice.
Nan Yan nodded first: "Yes."
Yuchi Beichen stared at Nan Baoyi in surprise.
He deserves to be his unattended concubine, she has both beauty and wisdom.
He nodded, "I have no problem here."
The three of them looked towards Nanguang.
Nan Guang was stunned: "I don't understand what you are saying."
"Daddy, it doesn't matter if you understand it." Nan Baoyi gently patted the back of his hand, "You just pretend to be sick."
Nan Guang hesitated for a moment and said, "Then, then I will try?"
Several people discussed it, and finally a supervisor came in and ordered them to be released.
Walking outside, Nan Guang suddenly held his forehead, his face full of pain: "Oh, it won't be possible! My stomach hurts, my stomach hurts!"
Nan Baoyi wants to give him a hammer!
She whispered: "Father, your stomach hurts, what are you doing holding your head?!"
Nan Guang recovered, and hurriedly hugged his stomach: "Oh, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive, my stomach cramps!"
He is a great dramatist, and he rolls all over the floor regardless of his image.
Nan Yan shook the small handkerchief and fell to her knees in tears: "Daddy, you can't die! You are dead, what should I do with my sister?!"
Yuchi Beichen was dumbfounded.
Sisters from the Nan family, tears come as soon as they say, so amazing!
He looked at Nan Baoyi again.
Nan Baoyi rubbed the moist and reddish Danfeng eyes, and walked pitifully to the head Liu: "Uncle Liu, my father has a terrible stomachache, can you ask the doctor to show it?"
"Life and death have fate and wealth in the sky, what do you look at?!"
Chief Liu was impatient.
"But Daddy is so pitiful... Chief Liu, can I go to the mine to pick some herbs and cook medicine for Daddy?"
The little girl, pear blossoms, is very beautiful.
The beauties asked each other, the head Liu's heart was about to melt, and he waved his hand grinningly: "Nothing, Uncle is kind, I'll give you a quarter of an hour, go and get back!"
After finishing speaking, another supervising worker was sent to stare at her.
The Nanbaoyi models approached the edge of the mine.
She used to learn from doctors.
Although the level is not enough to treat people's diseases, but seeing ordinary flowers and plants, I can barely remember their purpose.
She was holding a small basket and picked a large basket of senna leaves.
Senna is a small herb-like shrub with sharp tips, sweet and bitter taste. It is a powerful medicine that can easily cause diarrhea after being boiled in water.
She raised the small basket and asked the overseer innocently: "Do you know what this is?"
The overseer shook his head, his eyes fixed on her chest from beginning to end.
Nan Baoyi was tight in disgust, but his eyes were shining: "This is a herb specifically for the treatment of the stomach. Uncle Uncle can chew this herb directly in the future if the stomach is uncomfortable, and keep you alive and kicking. He is more energetic than the young man. "
Oh, you can get up from the pit, that's a ghost.
The supervisor nodded and praised: "The little lady knows so much."
Nan Baoyi took the small bamboo basket back to the kitchen, Nan Yan and Nan Guang were already waiting.
Nan Yan took the bamboo basket and boiled water and decocted medicine skillfully.
Nan Baoyi hit the side, and the sisters cooperated very tacitly.
Nan Guang sat on a small stool and looked.
After watching for a while, he suddenly laughed.
Nan Baoyi was adding firewood to the stove, curiously asked: "What is Daddy laughing?"
"You two sisters used to fight often. Dad never expected that you two could stay together well." Nan Guang said with emotion, "Oh, it would be fine if Jing'er was here. I don't know Jing'er. What's going on now? I heard that he married the eldest princess of Nanyue. I am really worried for my father that the eldest princess will bully him... because my father is not around, he has no support."
Nan Baoyi tilted her head.
In my mind, some pictures appeared vaguely.
The cave exploded and collapsed.
The young man who had never called "brother", hugged her and sister tightly and protected them with flesh and blood...
The tip of her nose suddenly became sour.
Nan Yan stood alone in front of the stove, with her back facing Nanguang, and put the senna leaves into the boiling water.
She hung her head, her fingertips trembled a little, and her delicate shoulders trembled fiercely. Gradually, the teardrops fell one by one and gradually merged with the boiling water.
She raised her sleeves and wiped the tears from her face.
Her voice was hoarse: "My brother is gone."
Nan Guang was stunned: "What?"
"Brother is gone..." Nan Yan bowed her head deeply, her hands clenched into fists, tears gushing out, and she was choked up. "The explosion, my brother took his life and protected me and my sister... Before I fell into a coma, I heard him Call, daddy..."
The kitchenette is quiet.
The firewood was burning, and the boiling water was tumbling.
Nan Guang was stunned for a long time before he smiled and said, "Yan'er, why have you started to lie again? How old is Jing'er, he is only 22 years old, how could he be gone?"
He smiled very gently.
Eye circles, but quickly flushed.
The hands on the knees trembled violently, and the nails were pinched deeply into the palms, and the pinches were bloody, as if they hadn't noticed.
He smiled, and gradually, tears welled up.
He raised his hand to wipe tears, but wiped more and more, taunting: "Really, Yan'er is used to deceiving dad..."
He remembers that when Jing'er was seven years old, he bought him a set of four treasures for children's study.
He helped Jing'er by putting the four treasures of the study into his pocket, and holding Jing'er's immature hand, he took him to the Southern Family to study and enlighten.
But the master of patriarchy, despised him as an outsider, and refused to accept him.
He begged softly, tears streaming down, but the old master just refused to give in.
Jing'er is young, but she has backbone.
He wiped his tears with his little hands.
He comforted him with a glutinous voice: "Daddy don't cry. This college doesn't need me. I will go to other colleges. When I grow up, I want to take the exam as a senior official and give my dad the pension, so that they can see with their own eyes. , The face I earned for my father!"
How sensible is his Jinger!
How could... die?
Nan Guang panted, and gradually cried.
That heart-piercing grief was something Nan Baoyi had never seen before.
She suddenly remembered a sentence in the market:
A woman who has lost her husband is called a widow. A man who loses his wife is called a widower. A child who has lost his parents is called an orphan. However, there is no word to refer to a person who has lost a child. Because there is no word in the world that can describe that kind of despair and grief.
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Ahhhh, the last paragraph is a quote